Red Asphalt/Transcript

*“Sometimes - one has to choose what matters more to them.”* *—Edward*

**Starring:**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

**Also Starring**

Thandiwe Newton as ANGELA JAEGAR

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

**Guest Starring**

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Chadwick Boseman as BRUCE BOSEMAN

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Tim Wersan as KYLE DOUGLASS

Alexander Siddig as MARTYN FORD

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

Samuel L. Jackson as DERRICK WILLIAMS

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

**Co-Starring**

Nico Bustamante as BERNIE ORTAN

Rocco Rasanio as TONY MARSTON

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

LAYTON ZIMMERS abruptly sneezes loudly, scaring OWEN GLIEFIELD into spilling his water all over his lap.

***Owen:*** *GAH - FOR FUCKS--*

***Layton:*** *Few… I’d been trying to get that out for some time.*

Owen growls in anger, setting his styrofoam cup down.

***Owen: (Mumbling)*** *Bless you.*

***Layton:*** *You seem rather stressed, doc. I am very good at identifying this kind of thing* ***(He takes off his glasses)***. *Wait - I need them* ***(He slides them back on)***.

***Owen:*** *Oh, because I’ve got tons of patients.*

Owen tries cleaning up the mess on his lap.

***Owen:*** *That--bastard. Dean. He’s out.*

***Layton:*** *Have I met him? I don’t think I have.*

***Owen:*** *Probably not. He’s a dip-shit, but-- He’s missing. Could only assume the worst for that--*

***Layton:*** *Oh there’s a whole bunch of people missing it seems… We all need to start asking the real questions…*

***Owen:*** *Yeah, like maybe one of Badrick’s boys are out there scavenging at our people. Taking picks-- Or maybe he’s just a drunk mule, staggering off somewhere in the woods.*

***Layton:*** *Or Dean found out about this… All of this! This -- this reality that’s been forced upon us all. What if the drones took him away?*

Owen shakes his head slowly, looking up at him.

***Owen:*** *You’re a crazy bastard. You really are, you know that? Like-- I’m serious. You sound absolutely off your rockers.*

***Layton:*** *The dead are walking the earth… Who else can we blame except the government? I bet they had SOME involvement! And I bet the officials are laughing from inside their bunkers right now! LAUGHING!*

Owen is unable to contain his laughter at Layton’s absurd theories. After a few moments, Owen settles down.

***Owen:*** *I’m sorry - whatever-- whatever you believe in. You-you do you, pal. You do you. But let’s look at things from a-a NORMAL human’s perspective here. We know there’s a gang of hoodlums running around snatching us left and right…* ***(He shrugs)*** *I don’t know. Dean… He’s always been a -- loser, in a way. A big one. He was a drinker, a big, big drinker too when we saw him. A real drunkard. He’s out there - drinking maybe. There are no drones.*

***Layton:*** *It’s funny that you’re calling someone a loser in high school. Reminds me of the past…* ***(He chuckles nervously)***

***Owen:*** *Huh. Guess this place just - brings out the best of us, don’t it?*

***Layton:*** *That’s right, that’s right! Which means it’s brought out the best in me too!*

***Owen:*** *Yeah, and the only fucking cup they can serve you is STYROFOAM.*

Owen glares back at the styrofoam cup sitting on the table.

***Owen:*** *Fucking styrofoam. I-I-I-I mean it LEAKS. It leaks, there’s barely any coverage, I mean-- it’s great for packaging, sure. But fucking drinking?! Who came up with that?! I’m serious - I can’t fucking believe-- Back in high school - YOUR highschool - they have you plastic cups, right? Right? It’s great, it doesn’t spill, doesn’t fucking - melt. No, but these? It… It boils my blood.*

***Layton:*** *That is the stupidest thing to get your head wrapped up around ever!*

He starts laughing.

***Owen:*** *You’re telling me?* ***(He smirks)*** *YOU’RE - telling me. Of all people. I love that.*

***Layton:*** *Yes. Anyways--*

Layton stands up, stretching.

***Layton:*** *All this drama makes me tired. I need to let my brain rest while it works out what’s really at play here.*

***Owen:*** *Mm…*

Layton walks out of the cafeteria, scratching his head, whilst Owen glares back at the styrofoam cup. He raises his middle finger to it.

***Owen:*** *Fuck you.*

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

Across the cafeteria is LLOYD WALLER, KYLE DOUGLASS, TONY MARSTON and BERNIE ORTAN, all of whom are sitting quietly. Lloyd is sipping on a bottle of water, Bernie is reading a book, Tony chews on gum, and Kyle is invested into a torn-up comic book. With the pages being torn up, Kyle has to lean his face all the way forward into the book to try and read the words.

***Kyle:*** *Come on… Come on, pesky brain.* ***(He slaps himself in the head)*** *COME ON - GAH, FINE! It’s no use…*

He sits back, angry at being unable to read the comic.

***Kyle:*** *My eyes are no match for this task. And to think - I believed I could do it.* ***(He looks at Lloyd)*** *I’m sorry, my good friend. I know you wanted to read it. I’m afraid… It is no use.*

Lloyd looks at him, his eyes sunken in, appearing very tired.

***Kyle:*** *You--don’t look like you have… the greatest--temporary--physical appearance - as of now…? Are you alright? You look… short on sleep.*

***Lloyd:*** *It’s nothing to worry about…*

Tony takes a packet of gum out of his pocket, sliding it across to Lloyd.

***Tony:*** *For the stress.*

However, Lloyd slides it right back to him.

***Lloyd:*** *No thanks. I just… I’m -- afraid.*

***Kyle:*** *Huh? Of - outside? Well don’t worry! You don’t have to go out there anymore, it’s done for--*

***Lloyd:*** *I went out on my first supply run - they let me go with them. And-- Mr. Feldman didn’t make it back… Jacob. And the thing is-- We do have to go back out there. We will at some point.*

***Kyle:*** *No, we won’t! We’re safe here, come on there’s nothing to worry about.*

***Tony: (To Lloyd)*** *That was a bad run. Once the adults deal with the Rastas, it’ll be safe again.*

***Lloyd:*** *Everyone seems to think that they are already dealt with. We’re all just… frozen in place right now. It doesn’t seem like anyone knows what to do and--*

***Kyle:*** *Well, the truth is - I don’t think we can do anything, bud.*

***Tony:*** *Their leader… He’s dead, right?*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah.*

***Kyle:*** *That, and - we don’t know if they’re out there, or where they would be. And I think it’s better to come to a - temporary conclusion that we’re okay for now. Yes, we can be on red alert, of course, we always need to but-- For this duration of time, I hypothesize that there is but nothing to worry about.*

***Tony:*** *Alright, alright. You two play games I imagine. You read books - watch movies.*

***Kyle:*** *Of course! You ever watched Clawed of the Keep? Great piece of cinem--*

***Lloyd:*** *I need to go and talk with Mr. Reynes. I’ll see you guys…*

Lloyd stands up, getting ready to leave.

***Tony:*** *See ya’.*

***Kyle:*** *You’re gonna-- Well… I suppose this is farewell for now* ***(He salutes to Lloyd)***.

Lloyd smiles slightly, heading out of the cafeteria.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CLASSROOM**

LLOYD WALLER peeks into the room, knocking on the door. He looks over at WILLIAM REYNES, who’s walking around the classroom - the one that used to be his.

***Lloyd:*** *Hey, uh, Mr. Boseman said you’d be in here.*

***William:*** *What’s up?*

Lloyd fully enters the room, closing the door behind him.

***Lloyd:*** *I, uh, well-- I should start from the start. We’re all in -- limbo right now. At least it’s felt that way. Nobody seems to know what to do -- or have anything that needs done--*

***William:*** *Biblical limbo?*

***Lloyd:*** *No, just - eh… We’re all just… Here, and it’s -- it’s slow.*

***William:*** *I get what you mean.*

***Lloyd:*** *When I first went to Jacob - wanting to join you guys on the run - it was because I* ***wanted*** *to prove myself. I wanted to be out there. I didn’t-- I hadn’t really been out there that much.*

***William:*** *And you did. You proved yourself.*

Lloyd shakes his head, continuing on.

***Lloyd:*** *But… It all went terribly wrong--and since the start - there’s only been a few of us kids in here and-- realistically, besides from Tony… If we were out there--isolated and alone--we wouldn’t make it. Bernie is deaf, Kyle is… Kyle… And, uh, I just feel like we need to be more ready and so-- if in the future, if you had the time… You could maybe start - taking us out? I am sorry to have come to you, it’s just, uh, I know you’ve been through a lot.*

***William: (He smiles)*** *You looked up to him - it’s harder for you. But of course… It’s the least I could do. Besides, takes my mind off things. We’ll start - later today?*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah. That’d be great. I’ll tell the others. Thank you, Mr. Reynes.*

***William:*** *William.*

***Lloyd:*** *William* ***(He nods)***. *Thank you.*

Lloyd walks out of the classroom smiling.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

FRASER STILLER glances out a window at the morning sky, scratching his chin.

***Fraser:*** *Let’s put this into perspective for a moment--*

***Zac:*** *I’d had enough of Dean theories for the day. I just woke up - and I want a coffee.*

***Fraser:*** *Right but - let’s think about this realistically--*

***Zac:*** *Everyone is already thinking about it… Everyone in the damn building. I’m sure they’ll do a better job than we would.*

***Fraser:*** *Hm… Well, I think winter will be over soon.*

***Zac:*** *I sure hope so - but you saw the blizzard last night.*

***Fraser:*** *Maybe the last--or one of the last. The snow is thinning, I can see it…*

***Zac:*** *Optimistic.*

ZAC BARNES looks over to see MARCUS DOWNES walking through.

***Marcus:*** *Every time I see the both of you now I’m like a proud father. The two of you getting along-- that’s still a miracle to me. You seen Kate?*

***Zac:*** *She’s playing detective up on the roof and trying to figure out where Dean might be* ***(He yawns)***. *Why, you looking to partner up?*

***Fraser: (To Zac)*** *That’s-- That’s subtext. You just used subtext. That’s… amazing. Amazing.*

***Marcus:*** *I’m gonna go up - see if she’s got any ideas.*

***Zac:*** *You should bring her a coffee. Chicks dig that and they get real cranky when they’re tired.*

Marcus narrows his eyes at him.

***Marcus:*** *What’re you getting at?*

***Zac:*** *Nothing.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah… Well, whatever you are getting at - I’m sure I can handle it on my own.*

Marcus turns around, walking back towards the cafeteria.

***Fraser:*** *Are you going to see her now?*

***Marcus:*** *No… I’m going to get her a damn coffee.*

He grins at them, walking into the cafeteria.

***Zac:*** *Yeah, make me one too, please!* ***(To Fraser)*** *You see that? It’s like hitting two birds with one stone. Helping Marcus win the girl, and getting a coffee in the process.*

***Fraser:*** *Something tell me that the tension between them was gonna lead to it either--*

***Zac:*** *I get a bit of the credit.*

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - ROOF - MORNING**

MARCUS DOWNES walks up onto the roof, where he finds a chilly, quiet morning. Ahead, he sees KATE BLOODSTONE facing away, looking off into the town. Marcus approaches with a cup of coffee in one hand, and puts a hand on her shoulder.

***Marcus:*** *Hey--*

She turns, startled.

***Kate:*** *Jesus-- Scared the shit out of me* ***(She laughs)***.

***Marcus:*** *Sorry. Here.*

He hands her the coffee.

***Kate:*** *Thanks… It’s, uh, freezing up here.*

***Marcus:*** *So come back down - how long have you been up here?*

***Kate:*** *It’s not just for the reasons you think… I just like the fresh air - even if it’s cold* ***(She sips at the coffee)***.

***Marcus:*** *He’ll turn up, I’m sure of it. The disappearance - it was weird to say the least.*

***Kate:*** *That’s why I don’t like it. There’s no trace… and I don’t think he’d have left. I was the last one who was with him.*

***Marcus:*** *It’s too far-fetched to feel guilty over. It-it isn’t your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault. Something beyond our control happened… and if not - then maybe he did leave…*

***Kate:*** *I just don’t see why he would…*

***Marcus:*** *Do you think Randall and Jim are still out there?*

***Kate:*** *I hope so… I haven’t stopped thinking about them.*

***Marcus:*** *Come inside. If we do end up going out after people, you don’t want to have frozen your ass off up here already.*

He offers her a hand, and she takes it, smiling.

***Kate:*** *Quite the gentleman today.*

***Marcus:*** *Only for you.*

He walks across the roof over to the stairs to go back down, where he stops, looking at Kate.

***Marcus:*** *I like you, Kate. Just wanted to, uh, clarify it. And if you think I’m overstepping my boundaries-- or anything, then just--*

She leans forward and kisses him.

***Marcus:*** *Yeah that works too.*

***Kate:*** *Good* ***(She smirks)***.

Kate steps down the stairs, Marcus following behind.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

MARTYN FORD is sitting in his wheelchair at a table when he sees ALBERT HANSON and ALDUS PAXTON walking inside. The two of them sit down at the table, where they notice AUSTIN KINGSTON with his head down onto the table, snoring.

***Aldus:*** *I still think Dean was taken. He isn’t that smart to go out undetected.*

Austin awakes suddenly, startled. He stares over at Aldus.

***Austin:*** *Wh-- what, who, he’s dead?*

***Albert:*** *He said he thinks Dean was taken.*

***Austin:*** *Huh, yeah.*

***Martyn:*** *Taken? That’s not possible. No one gets in here without being seen. No one gets out without being seen.*

***Austin:*** *He was in the courtyard, though.*

***Aldus:*** *It was at night. Night gives an advantage, and the cameras don’t work.*

***Martyn:*** *He wandered off, must’ve gotten lost. Trust me, the boy is fine.*

***Austin:*** *He wouldn’t just wander off. He’s not drinking anymore. Unlike me.*

***Martyn:*** *Maybe he needed to clear his head.*

***Austin:*** *So he leaves for a whole night?*

***Martyn:*** *Or maybe he gave up on this place…*

***Austin:*** *He seemed fine to me. Sure, he was-- down since Jacob died. But he didn't seem like he wanted to leave.*

***Martyn:*** *They seem fine on the outside, but how was he on the inside?*

***Austin:*** *I have a theory. Do we know that all of Badrick’s men are dead? What if his surviving men took Dean as revenge. Killed him. Makes sense to me.*

***Aldus:*** *Maybe.*

***Martyn:*** *Like I said, no one gets in or out without us knowing.*

***Austin:*** *You never know…*

***Aldus: (To Martyn)*** *But Dean did.*

***Martyn:*** *Look, I’ll talk to Bruce about sending a group out there. We will bring him back… or his body.*

***Aldus:*** *Alright.*

***Martyn:*** *We can’t force him to come back here, he has his rights. All we have to do is just wait.*

***Albert:*** *I gotta say, I’m with Martyn here. I just think he got sick of this group. And so he left.*

Austin groans, standing up.

***Austin:*** *I think I had too much to drink last night…*

He approaches the courtyard door, opening it and vomiting into the snow outside.

***Aldus:*** ***(To Albert)*** *But he would probably leave a note. He had sympathy. And besides, he would want us to know.*

***Albert:*** *Hmm… You bring up a good point there. However, I’m still with Martyn.*

***Martyn:*** *Maybe he didn’t want to, maybe he didn’t want you guys to have closure. Maybe he wanted to not be followed, be found. So he makes it look like he’s missing or dead.*

***Aldus:*** *He wouldn’t leave empty handed. He knows he’d die if he did from either the zombies or the cold.*

***Albert:*** *Maybe… Maybe it’s what he wanted? You guys saw how depressed and angry he was.*

***Martyn:*** *Look, like I said, I’ll talk to Bruce about sending a group out to find and talk to Dean, or bring back his body.*

Martyn looks over, seeing Apollo waddling into the room slowly, looking sad and tired. Martyn whistles.

***Martyn:*** *C’mere, boy.*

He pats on his legs, and Apollo slowly walks over, curling up on the floor beside him. Martyn reaches down to pet him.

Austin grunts, walking back inside, holding his stomach. He wipes his mouth.

***Austin:*** *God, I have to stop my drinking.*

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**Scene #7**

**FOREST - WOODS - MORNING**

JIM BUTTERMAN rushes through the woods, breathing heavily. RANDALL FORSTER and MICHAEL HALL are right behind him, jumping over logs and leaving a trail of footprints in the snow behind them. Jim eventually stops, grabbing onto a tree. He coughs.

***Jim:*** *I’m not sure how much further I can make it, boys. I just--*

***Randall:*** *Jim - we can’t stop now. Come on!*

***Michael:*** *Get into cover, he’s gaining.*

Michael gets behind a tree, clutching his sniper. He glances out, seeing DERRICK WILLIAMS sprinting after them, his revolver in hand.

***Randall:*** ***(To Michael)*** *Two shots, yeah?*

***Michael:*** *I’ve got two.*

***Randall:*** *Fuckin’ hell, you think you can hit him?*

***Michael:*** *We’re constantly on the move--there’s little I can do. Take Jim - I’ll hold him for a while, allow you to gain some distan--*

A zombie steps out from behind a few bushes, stumbling towards Randall and Michael. Randall stabs his, while Michael grabs the other and smashes its head into a tree.

***Randall:*** *We shouldn’t have come back this way. We’ve caught the tail end of the damn horde.*

***Michael:*** *We didn’t have much of a choice.* ***(He looks down at the dead zombie)*** *I can’t waste my shots on these things.*

Jim stabs another zombie, but is terrified when he looks around to see more and more zombies closing in on them. In an effort to get away from them, Jim steps out from behind a tree slightly, allowing his lower body to be exposed. From across the woods, Derrick takes aim and fires, hitting Jim in the lower leg.

***Jim:*** *GAH--! GH--*

The old man falls forward, snow being stained with red. Meanwhile, Randall is separated from the two of them by a few zombies.

***Michael:*** *Jim--*

Michael begins to move up to Jim to try and help him, but is stopped when a group of zombies come at him. To make matters worse, Derrick starts shooting towards him. Panicking, Michael throws a few zombies aside, and pushes Jim into safety behind a tree.

***Michael:*** *Jim - get out of here! I’ll catch up!*

***Jim:*** *I-- Gh…*

Jim slowly starts crawling through the snow, wincing in pain. While fighting off the zombies next to him, Derrick fires another couple of shots at him, hitting Michael in his shoulder.

***Michael:*** *AGH!*

He drops his sniper, grabbing his shoulder. As zombies start closing in on Michael, Randall runs out, stabbing two of them, and pushing the others aside for a brief moment.

***Randall:*** *Where’s Jim?!*

***Michael:*** *On the other side-- We’ll have to go around.*

***Randall:*** *Fuck - FUCK!*

Randall looks around, seeing more and more zombies closing in on them. And through the horde, he sees Jim being dragged through the snow by Derrick. Jim, losing blood, watches as Randall and Michael disappear behind the wave of zombies. His vision slowly fades out, as he continues to be dragged along the snow.

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**Scene #8**

**QUARRY - MORNING**

DAMERAE BADRICK sits in the bed of the truck, DEAN HOWARDS sitting across from him.

***Badrick:*** *It won’t be long now, Dean. When Derrick returns - we are moving our army out. And you… will be at the helm.*

He grins, patting Dean on the shoulder.

***Dean:*** *No--*

***Badrick:*** *Drive safely, though. This truck has sustained a lot of damage. Look at this--*

He points at the broken side mirrors, and at bullet holes along the side of the vehicle.

***Badrick:*** *It’s amazing we still have it.*

***Dean:*** *You… You won’t be able to do this--*

***Badrick:*** *I have heard quite enough of your moaning. Sit quietly.*

***Dean:*** *They-- they’re coming back for me…*

Badrick ignores him, and looks over his shoulder after hearing a noise. Coming out of the woods, he sees DERRICK WILLIAMS dragging somebody along the ground behind him.

***Badrick:*** *Ah, he has returned. Tell me how it went, my friend--*

Badrick notices that the man Derrick is dragging is JIM BUTTERMAN, who is barely conscious and still losing blood.

***Badrick:*** *Oho… The other two? Dead or alive?*

***Derrick:*** *Got this one, wounded another.*

Dean stands, seeing Jim on the ground.

***Dean:*** *NO! NO, NO--  LET-LET HIM GO!*

***Derrick:*** *The other two got away, though. They’ll probably die ,though. A horde was surrounding them.*

***Badrick: (He nods)*** *You have done good, Derrick. And you brought me back just the one I wanted.*

Badrick hops out of the truck, kneeling beside Jim.

***Dean:*** *Let him-- wait, wait, wait, wait. Please, listen, WAIT!*

Derrick steps up to the truck, stopping in front of Dean, giving him a death glare.

***Badrick: (To Jim)*** *You’ve lost a lot of blood. That is tragic.*

***Dean:*** ***(To Derrick)*** *Come on, man, please-- Why are you fucking FOLLOWING HIM, HE’S-- Look at what he does, take a look at yourself, pl-please. Please. He’s gonna drag you down too - you’re gonna die too. You’re lucky you’re here. You-you can make this right--*

***Badrick:*** *Come, Derrick. We must prepare the horde in the quarry. We will move the old truck that is keeping them in and pass the torch to Dean.*

***Dean:*** *You can fix this-- YOU CAN FIX THIS, STILL! I BEG YOU--*

Badrick stands up, walking off towards the quarry. Derrick walks away from the truck and from Dean, following Badrick.

***Dean:*** *You-- You…*

When they’re gone and out of sight, Dean weakly crawls along the truck and climbs over, falling onto the snowy gravel below. He grunts, shimmying over to Jim.

***Jim:*** *Dean… I’m so happy to see you again.*

***Dean:*** *JIM, JIM-- ARE YOU- are you okay?! Are you--*

***Jim:*** *I can’t even begin to imagine… what they’ve put you through.*

***Dean:*** *No, no, no, it’s okay. It’s okay, don’t worry about that, it’s-- We need to get you out of here--*

***Jim:*** *Dean… Listen to me… He can’t do anything to hurt us. We’ve… seen the worst of it* ***(He nods weakly)***.

***Dean:*** *I…*

***Jim:*** *What is he planning to do?*

***Dean:*** *You-you need to get out of here. WE-- He… Look, look--* ***(He points towards the quarry)*** *Down there… Listen.*

Dean goes quiet, hearing the groans of hundreds of hungry zombies.

***Dean:*** *He’s gonna… He’s trying to make me lead them… Lead them to the school. That-that stick bastard. He’s using me a fucking ploy. He-- he made me kill Curtis. He made me almost kill all of them-- I didn’t even…*

***Jim:*** *Dean… Just make sure - you make it hard for him… To use you. Don’t - buy into his mind games-- that’s what he wants - a reaction.*

***Dean:*** *I know. I know, but it’s hard. I don’t know how, I can’t-- I’m scared, man, I’m scared. We need to go. Can you--*

Dean looks back, seeing Badrick and Derrick walking back over.

***Badrick:*** *Are you ready, Dean?*

Dean frowns, looking at him. He nods slowly, shaking.

***Badrick:*** *Derrick is going to be in the truck with you, just to make sure you get to the destination without… trying anything else. I’ll make sure Jim gets a seat - right in the back of the truck so he can witness the horde following it.*

Dean grimaces, looking away.

***Badrick:*** *Now tell me, Dean. Tell me what you’re about to do is right. Tell me they deserve this.*

***Dean:*** *I… I ca--*

***Badrick:*** *Spit it out. You know deep down - that you and your foolish friends picked the wrong fight.*

Dean doesn’t look back at him, opting to remain quiet.

***Badrick:*** *Dean… do you hear me?*

Still nothing.

***Badrick:*** *Fine. We’ll have it your way. You’re going to regret it. Derrick. Get Dean in the driver’s seat.*

Derrick approaches, grabbing Dean, whilst Jim is hoisted up by Badrick.

***Jim:*** *Remember, Dean--*

Badrick lifts Jim up and over into the bed of the truck.

***Badrick:*** *Derrick - sit with him. Make sure he doesn’t try anything. He stays on route. I will ensure that the horde is following you. I have a good feeling about this plan, gentlemen.*

Derrick nods with an evil smile, pushing Dean into the driver's seat. He then walks around and hops into the seat next to Dean. Once inside, he passes the keys off to Dean.

***Derrick:*** *Go ahead now.*

Dean slowly and weakly puts the key into the ignition and starts the truck, the engine rumbling loudly. Badrick suddenly opens the back door, looking in at them.

***Badrick:*** *Hold. There is something I must attend to - something of crucial importance.*

He grins, closing the door.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - NOON**

***Jon:*** *So here’s what I’m thinking. Everyone shit their pants when they found out Dean was missing. Now whether he left on his own accord or not -- I realized that if we’re gonna be staying here, we should turn this place into a goddamn fortress. So are you ready for my idea?*

***William:*** *I like the sounds of it.*

***Bruce:*** *Go on.*

***Jon:*** *It will make you shoot a load on the spot, I guarantee it. So-- We dig a trench - like a moat. Right around the school. Full on medieval shit. We fill it with all sorts of pikes - shit that if a dead one falls in, it’ll be stuck. And we have so many goddamn people--why not have everyone chip in? Everyone digs it out. We all gather the shit for it… Imagine how damn rad that would be!*

***William:*** *That’s my load blown, promise fulfilled.*

***Bruce:*** *We’d have to have a bridge, I’m sure - to cross the moat.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON thinks to himself, looking over at JON MATTHEWS.

***Austin:*** *A moat… That would take - weeks, if not months to make. Filling it with spikes, another few weeks. We’ll all be tired working every day. We’ll go through twice as much water.*

***Jon:*** *If everyone chips in? We could get this thing done in two weeks. Full working days.*

MARTYN FORD leans forward in his chair, glancing over.

***Martyn:*** *What are we talking about?*

***Jon:*** *Defending this place.*

***Bruce:*** *It’d give the students something to do… Give us all something to do.*

***Jon:*** *Exactly. Community spirit. Band together to impale the dead fucks.*

***Aldus:*** *I’m in for the idea.*

***William:*** *Alright - yeah, yeah that sounds good. Hell, sounds great.*

***Martyn:*** *I could pitch in.*

***Albert:*** *We’re gonna need a person or two on every shift. Protect the workers. Other than that - it could be done.*

***Aldus:*** ***(To Austin)*** *Maybe we can find one of those water purifiers for the lake water.*

***Austin:*** *Whatever.*

Jon looks past the men, seeing ANGELA JAEGAR stepping into the yard. He steps past everyone to greet her.

***Jon:*** *No, uh - luck?*

***Angela:*** *No luck* ***(She frowns)***.

LAYTON ZIMMERS steps out of the crowd, approaching them.

***Layton:*** *Angela.*

***Angela:*** *Layton. I am very tired - and not in the mood--*

***Layton:*** *No, I just-- I was hoping you’d found the others.*

***Angela:*** *I was out all night. I had no luck. Ed, Darwin or Don. I don’t know.*

***Jon:*** *Hey-- I’m sure they’ll turn up.*

Austin glances over at them.

***Austin:*** *Who?*

***Jon:*** *You met them. At the coffee shop.*

***Austin:*** *Oh, I did? Oh… Yes… I remember them.*

***Martyn:*** *I, um-- I think I can help.*

***Jon:*** *You somehow know where they are?*

***Martyn:*** *No - but I can, um - find them? Or try--*

***Aldus:*** *You’d need two people to help you. And it’s cold.*

***Angela:*** *I just got back from searching half of the town. They aren’t there.*

***Aldus:*** *Sewers? If there is one…*

***Angela:*** *You could suggest anywhere - but there’s no point. I’m going out looking again tomorrow.*

***Jon:*** *Get some rest.*

***Angela:*** *Will try.*

Angela turns, heading back inside.

***William:*** *We’ve got busy days ahead of us.*

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES drag their chairs across the room, sitting down at a table where MARCUS DOWNES is sitting with his arm around KATE BLOODSTONE.

***Fraser:*** *So.*

***Kate:*** *Hm?*

***Fraser:*** *Well-- Judging by the body language that we’re seeing…*

***Kate:*** *No, he’s just doing that to keep me here so I can’t leave* ***(She sarcastically grins)***.

***Fraser:*** *Oh - that’s quite rude. Hey wait-- Oh… I see.*

Zac glances around the room, seeing REBECCA DAWSON sitting by herself by a window.

***Zac:*** *Something wrong, Rebecca?*

***Rebecca:*** *Nothing* ***(She smiles at them)***.

***Kate:*** *Rebecca. Come and sit.*

***Rebecca:*** *I don’t like to intrude - I don’t--*

***Marcus:*** *You’re one of us. Come on-- you’ve sat with us before. You don’t need to keep blocking yourself out.*

***Rebecca:*** *I appreciate it.*

She stands up, walking over to their table.

***Rebecca:*** *I’ve just been too used to being alone this whole time, it takes its toll.*

She kneels down to pet APOLLO.

***Rebecca:*** *I’ve spent a lot of time with this one… I know it was, uh-- Jacob’s dog.*

***Fraser:*** *Our friend Robert… gave Apollo to Jacob, yes. He, uh-- didn’t make it.*

***Rebecca:*** *I’m sorry.* ***(She pets Apollo)*** *He’s sweet, though.*

***Fraser:*** *That he is.*

***Marcus:*** *I was with Robert when we went out looking for him. It was actually when Robert first met all of us.*

***Zac:*** *Back on the ambulance. Nightmare. But look at us now - could you consider this the high life?*

***Kate:*** *I do. I just want to find everyone else now so we can actually relax for once. It’s been non-stop since the mall, but it’s better than we all thought it’d be.*

***Marcus:*** *I say, starting tomorrow, we begin to properly search for all those we’re missing. We need closure - one way or another. I’ll talk to Bruce later on.*

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**Scene #11**

**BOWLING ALLEY**

WILBUR WRIGHT sits at a table, looking around at BENJAMIN TAYLOR, EDWARD REMAR and SOLOMON REED.

***Wilbur:*** *When I left you all at the mall - you were dealing with Badrick. And you’re telling me that you’re still dealing with him?*

***Edward:*** *He’s a hard man to kill.*

***Wilbur:*** *Apparently so is your friend Clyde. He’s very lucky to be alive. Considering how late he was tended to.*

***Edward:*** *What have you been doing here this entire time? Since you left the mall?*

***Wilbur:*** *Since I left the mall I’ve had to rebuild--*

***Solomon:*** *So am I allowed to keep Robin’s guns? I have no ammo. Or just his ammo?*

***Edward:*** *You don’t need to ask permission… Just take them.*

***Solomon:*** *Okay.*

***Edward:*** *Loot him three times over for all I care.*

Solomon stands, leaving the table to go and search Robin’s corpse.

***Wilbur:*** *I moved from place to place - had to set up operation after that little storm in the town caused by old Ben over there.*

Wilbur slowly turns his head to look over at Benjamin.

***Benjamin:*** *I was going to do what others weren’t, and wipe out Badrick and his gang.*

***Wilbur:*** *Well all it did was destroy the town. Bravo.*

***Benjamin:*** *He had my daughter - he held her from me. And when she died in my arms I realized he stole her final moments away from me. I don’t care if I tore down every building, or how much damage I caused. It was vengeance…*

***Edward: (To Benjamin)*** *Back there… at the alley. You didn’t go after Badrick as far as I thought you would. Why not?*

***Benjamin:*** *It was the rational thing to do. You didn’t either.*

***Edward: (He sighs)*** *I want Badrick now even more for what he did to Clyde. But if I went after him… Clyde wouldn’t be alive right now. Sometimes - one has to choose what matters more to them. And I’ve learnt a few lessons on that from Clyde.*

***Wilbur: (To Benjamin)*** *Tell me more about your involvement in starting all this - you all glossed over it.*

***Benjamin:*** *There’s nothing more to say. I plan to take a trip to get them.*

***Edward:*** *That won’t go so well without the bus…*

In the background, Solomon rolls a bowling ball down the lane, hitting all the pins. He celebrates quietly, proud. Edward glances behind him, seeing ROBIN CLARKE’s corpse still sitting on the floor, a pool of blood beneath him. At the back door, there’s still an occasional bang from zombies.

***Edward:*** *Can we throw it off the roof? Use it as bait? I need to shut them up for a while…* ***(He looks at the door)***

***Wilbur:*** *Go ahead, but you can do the heavy lifting.*

***Solomon:*** *I’ll help.*

As Edward stands up, Benjamin looks over at MIKE SIMPSON, who’d only recently arrived at the bowling alley after following their tracks to the building.

***Benjamin:*** *On your way here, did you see any sign of Jared?*

***Mike: (He shakes his head)*** *He’s gone.*

***Benjamin:*** *And the bus?*

***Edward:*** *Is there - any hope for the bus at all?*

Mike shakes his head again.

***Wilbur:*** *Looks like your planned road trip will have to wait a while then.*

***Edward: (He turns to Wilbur)*** *Do you know anything of what happened to anyone in the mall? Did you see any of them?*

***Wilbur:*** *I haven’t seen anyone since. I’ve been waiting for Jon, Quincy, Monica or Curtis to come knocking. So far I have nothing.*

***Solomon:*** *I say we should make sure the rest of your people are okay. My bet is they’re safe. But I have one question. What do we do when the supplies are gone? Aside from the wildlife, and any lakes.*

***Wilbur:*** *Don’t worry about that… I’m well stocked here. A new girl by the name of Claire is assisting me in keeping it that way. She’s out right now.*

***Solomon:*** *Okay.*

Solomon moves to a new lane, rolling another bowling ball down it.

***Wilbur:*** *She tells me that while out on her travels - she’s discovered a few communities but has avoided them. One being a group of people at the high school, another at the football stadium a few miles out of town.*

***Edward:*** *Does she know anything of anyone that’s there?*

***Wilbur:*** *No… but if you want to try looking for your friends that’s the best place to start.*

***Solomon:*** *Maybe your friends are at the school since they have good shelter.*

***Wilbur:*** *I’ve told her that I plan to pay a visit once she’s scoped them out a little more. But we need to make sure it’s safe.*

***Solomon:*** *Alright.*

Edward looks over at CLYDE ROLLINS, who’s laying on a couch, asleep.

***Edward:*** *Well I say once he’s recovered, we check it out.*

***Wilbur:*** *Better to sit here for a few more days, I agree. You should all catch your breath, let your friend recover. Claire should return soon.*

***Benjamin:*** *Well,*

Benjamin stands up, approaching Solomon.

***Benjamin:*** *Start over, I’m playing with. But someone clear that bloody corpse out of here first.*

Edward hobbles over to Robin, looking down at him.

***Edward:*** *Someone help me with it. We’ll toss it off the roof.*

***Solomon:*** *I’ll help.*

Solomon strolls over, grabbing Robin, and marching up the stairs all the way to the roof. Once there, they approach the edge.

***Solomon:*** *On your go.*

***Edward:*** *Farewell.*

Edward and Solomon start swinging Robin’s corpse back and forth, before letting go, the corpse being launched off the roof, smacking onto the snowy road below. Immediately, zombies from the bowling alley door turn, staggering over and beginning to tear into Robin. Edward wipes his hands, turning to head back inside.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NOON**

DEAN HOWARDS’s hands shake, as he slowly drives the truck down a street. His eyes dart to the shattered rear view mirror, where he is barely able to see the hundreds of zombies trailing behind. And suddenly he sees a half-burnt face come into view. DAMERAE BADRICK bangs onto the back window.

***Badrick:*** *Speed up, there’s no diverting them now. They’ll make it to the school one way or another. I want to get there first - introduce ourselves.*

DERRICK WILLIAMS turns to Dean.

***Derrick:*** *You heard him.*

Dean increases the speed ever so slightly.

***Badrick:*** *Speed up… Speed up!*

Dean goes a tiny bit faster. Unsatisfied by this, Derrick draws his revolver, pressing it against Dean’s side.

***Dean:*** *I--*

***Badrick: (He chuckles)*** *It’s okay - let him. He’s going to learn when we get there.*

Nodding, Derrick puts down his gun.

***Badrick:*** *That not listening - was a bad idea* ***(He grins)***. *We have enough distance, and we’re almost there.*

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - EARLY AFTERNOON**

JON MATTHEWS smiles, looking around the courtyard. Others have gathered outside.

***Jon:*** *So I’m thinking - on starting on this beautiful moat project - we’re gonna need a lot of shovels -- tools. All sorts of shit.*

***Kate:*** *Right… Well we could always go back to the hardware store, it may be worth it.*

***Rebecca:*** *Not a bad idea at all. I can easily head there alone. Less trouble. Besides - maybe Apollo would enjoy the walk.*

APOLLO barks.

***Aldus:*** *So, a trip back to the hardware store. When would it be?*

MARCUS DOWNES zones out of the conversation, his focus on the street. He narrows his eyes, hearing something.

***Austin: (He bites into a sandwich)*** *This shit - is delicious.*

***Marcus:*** *Stop.*

***Austin:*** *What is it, buddy?*

Everyone looks over at the street, seeing a shot up truck turning the corner. The front end turns to face the courtyard. The windshield is cracked and dirty, hard to see through.

***Kate:*** *Maybe it’s Randall--Jim--they could be back.*

***Aldus:*** *That’s not Edward.*

***William:*** *How can you tell?*

***Austin:*** *Who knows who it is.*

The driver’s door opens, as DEAN HOWARDS is tossed out onto the ground. And then DAMERAE BADRICK jumps out of the back, grabbing Dean and lifting him up, using him as a human shield. Owen grumbles, seeing it. DERRICK WILLIAMS steps out of the truck, leaning on the passenger door with his revolver in hand.

***Owen:*** *Figures…*

***Badrick:*** *I have brought him right back to you.*

Badrick grins, as the rest of the survivors look on in shock. Dean huffs, looking up at all of them. KATE BLOODSTONE looks past Badrick and Dean, seeing something else near the back of the truck.

***Kate:*** *What’s that--*

***Badrick: (Quietly)*** *I told you that you would regret not listening to me, Dean. Did I not?*

Badrick walks backwards with Dean until he has a clear view of the back of the truck, where an almost unrecognizable body is seen laying against the pavement, a chain wrapped around its ankle. JIM BUTTERMAN raises one of his hands towards Dean, though it falls immediately. His skin is peeling off, his limbs twisted and bent in different ways. Dean stares at him with wide open eyes, tears quickly filling them. He watches as Jim takes his last breath, his body going limp.

***Owen:*** *Fucking hell…*

***Martyn:*** *Jesus…*

***Badrick:*** *Now look at what you did. LOOK AT IT! Maybe if you’d sped up--*

***Dean:*** *You’re-- pathetic. All you do - you attempt to scramble for a reaction- You pick, tear at anything you can… You try your best to pull away the flesh, to expose the insides, no-- I’m not having it. You won’t win. It doesn’t matter how many zombies there are - how many people you have. This whole time-- you were just a little rat. You’re going to die a painful death. Look at yourself in the mirror. That’s what you're going to be. That one side of your face-- a corpse.*

Apollo starts barking angrily, trying to rush at Badrick, but REBECCA DAWSON holds the dog back.

***Rebecca:*** *Easy, boy. Easy--*

But she can’t hold him. Apollo darts forward viciously, jumping over the fence. It charges at Badrick, who swiftly pulls out a pistol and shoots the dog point blank in the head. Apollo falls, sliding across the road and stopping next to Badrick and Dean, giving out a final whimper. Dean looks down at it, gasping. He closes his eyes.

***Dean: (Quietly)*** *I’m sorry…*

***Badrick:*** *Derrick - look at the time. We must be going.*

OWEN GLIEFIELD narrows his eyes, readying his shotgun. Many others prepare their weapons.

***Kate:*** *You aren’t going to get away! Nobody is going to get away--*

She stops, seeing a few zombies turning the corner, and moments later, dozens appear, and then hundreds. They go straight for the school. Badrick chuckles quietly, grinning.

***Derrick:*** *The crowd has arrived.*

Badrick tosses Dean to the ground while the school survivors are distracted, and jumps into the truck. Derrick climbs inside, and the truck speeds away, while it gets shot at.

***Owen:*** *FUCK YOU!*

Owen blasts a shotgun shell towards the truck, but it does nothing to stop it.

***Aldus:*** *DAMN IT!*

***Jon:*** *A-- FUCK!*

Owen fires at the truck again, as it turns a corner.

***Bruce:*** *Stop - conserve your ammo.*

***Jon:*** *Dean is out there!*

***Owen: (He points out to Dean)*** *PICK UP THE KID THEN, WILL YOU?*

***Bruce:*** *We need to split up - some of us in the back, some in the front.*

***Jon:*** *Mr. Boseman, if I may. I’d like to hold the front gate.*

***Bruce:*** *Be my guest. Martyn - bring the kids to the cafeteria.*

***Martyn:*** *Alright!*

MARTYN FORD turns, rolling back inside with a couple of others.

***Jon:*** *BUDDY! GO ROUND BACK - GET OFF THE DAMN STREET!*

Dean lifts his head slowly, still in shock. He slowly gets up, getting away from the horde, trying to run, but he’s injured and slow.

***Bruce:*** *William, on the roof. Snipe who you can. Marcus, Kate, the lot of you - head inside, keep the hallways secured. Jon -- Angela, godspeed.*

WILLIAM REYNES rushes inside, taking off his duffel bag. Everyone else retreats back into the school excluding Jon, ANGELA JAEGAR, Rebecca and Owen.

***Angela: (To Owen)*** *Do you have a weapon? You’re going to need one!*

***Owen:*** *Of course I do* ***(He reloads his shotgun)***.

***Jon:*** *Dean ain’t getting far out there - the horde is gonna eat him up. We’re gonna need to get to him, god dammit.*

***Rebecca:*** *That’s suicide.*

***Owen:*** *No-- Did you see him stand up to that bastard? I was wrong about him - he’s got* ***some*** *sense. You do something, or you don’t-- Are you just gonna let that bastard Badrick win? No. Let’s get that kid.*

Jon, Angela and Rebecca approach the fence, which is swarmed with zombies pushing in on it. They start stabbing them through the fence, taking them down.

***Owen:*** *Gah, fuck it-- Nobody’s going out?*

***Jon:*** *We’re a little busy at the moment!*

***Owen:*** *Yeah. One of us isn’t.*

Owen grunts, moving around to the side of the fence where it’s clear of zombies. He climbs over.

***Rebecca:*** *Owen - wait! Owen!*

She runs over to the fence.

***Owen:*** *I’ve made up my mind. I was wrong. I haven’t been doing nothing either. Now I will.*

Owen rushes out into the street.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY AFTERNOON**

DAMERAE BADRICK and DERRICK WILLIAMS crouch down onto a nearby rooftop, looking on at the school.

***Badrick:*** *Derrick--*

He reaches into a large bag, pulling out an RPG. Badrick hands it off to Derrick.

***Badrick:*** *Get down there - and don’t miss the shot. Into the gate. Go. Oh and-- if you see Dean… kill him.*

***Derrick:*** *Will do.*

Derrick approaches the stairs, carrying the RPG.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - EARLY AFTERNOON**

Across from the high school, DERRICK WILLIAMS kicks down a straggler zombie, and walks past a couple more, before finding a good spot next to a tree. He crouches down, aiming the rocket launcher towards the main courtyard gate.

***Jon:*** *Oh fuck-- THEY’RE GOT AN RPG!*

***Angela:*** *Oh shit--*

Derrick smiles as he fires the weapon. The main gate blows up, along with dozens of zombies next to it, limbs, guts, and blood being thrown all across the street and into the courtyard. Derrick stands up, dumping the RPG, before stepping into the street. He draws his revolver, as he notices DEAN HOWARDS near the side of the school ahead of him, who had managed to escape the view of the horde. Derrick raises his revolver, firing towards him. One of his shots hits him in the arm.

***Dean:*** *GAH-- AH-H--*

Blood puddles beneath Dean’s arm, and he winces in pain. Reloading his revolver, Derrick moves closer, and fires again, hitting Dean in his leg. Dean shouts out in pain, as Derrick gets right up next to him. He aims the revolver down at Dean.

***Derrick:*** *Goodbye--*

OWEN GLIEFIELD places his shotgun directly behind the Rasta’s head and slams down on the trigger, his head being completely blown apart. Derrick’s headless corpse collapses onto Dean, who is panting heavily, bleeding out. Exhausted, Owen shoves Derrick’s corpse off of Dean.

***Owen:*** *Let’s get out of here.*

He offers Dean a hand.

***Owen:*** *We haven’t got all day! Take my damn hand!*

Dean hesitantly takes Owen’s hand, and he pulls him up. Owen looks over his shoulder seeing a part of the horde having turned away from the school and are now heading towards them.

***Dean:*** *I… Thank you--*

***Owen:*** *Don’t mention it. Let’s get out of this. Come on.*

In the courtyard, Jon clambers to his feet immediately following the explosion. He looks around, seeing Angela struggling with a few zombies. He rushes over, taking down a zombie next to her.

***Angela:*** *Jon - we need to get inside.*

With zombies taking over the courtyard, Jon, Angela and Rebecca back up towards the front door.

***Jon:*** *Inside.*

The man turns around, swinging open the front door. He rushes inside, followed by Angela and Rebecca. The door slams shut just a few moments before zombies arrive.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

FRASER STILLER looks out the window, seeing the chaos.

***Fraser:*** *It’s not good-- IT’S NOT GOOD!*

***Zac:*** *Ah shucks.*

***Layton:*** *My oh my… it’s some kind of… The dead seemed to have formed an army!*

AUSTIN KINGSTON chugs down his whiskey.

***Austin:*** *We’re gonna fucking die. We’re fucking DEAD!*

LLOYD WALLER approaches the window, looking out.

***Lloyd:*** *Oh-- that’s not good.*

He turns around, heading towards the cafeteria. BERNIE ORTAN and TONY MARSTON follow him, whilst Kyle is notably absent.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

LLOYD WALLER, BERNIE ORTAN and TONY MARSTON walk into the cafeteria, where MARTYN FORD is busy working to make the place defendable to the best of his ability. He suddenly hears an explosion outside in the courtyard.

***Martyn:*** *What the fuck?*

A pair of footsteps are heard sprinting into the room. Martyn looks across the cafeteria to see WILLIAM REYNES.

***Martyn:*** *What the fuck is going on out th--*

***William:*** *Front gate’s been destroyed. Get to work - flip tables and put them up against the doors.*

***Martyn:*** *Holy shit… Let’s get the kids in a safer room--*

***William:*** *No - not yet.*

***Martyn: (He nods slowly)*** *Alright.*

Lloyd nervously approaches William.

***Lloyd:*** *Mr. Reynes-- uh, William-- What do I do? I want to help. I have to help.*

***Martyn:*** *Flip the tables, um, block the windows--*

***Lloyd:*** *No, I mean proper-- guns.*

William reaches into his back pocket, pulling something out. A glock pistol.

***William:*** ***(Sternly)*** *Lloyd. This is another chance to prove yourself - make Jacob proud.*

He gives the gun to Lloyd, who looks at it nervously. Meanwhile, Tony starts flipping over tables, moving them into position.

***Martyn:*** *I got to go out there - I got to help. Bruce… I got to get to Bruce--*

***William:*** *Bruce will be fine, he’s getting something from his office. Just keep aim on that door, Martyn.*

William gives Martyn his only other pistol, nodding to him.

***William:*** *Be safe - back in a minute.*

William hops over a table, opening a door and walking towards the foyer. Martyn rolls his wheelchair around towards Lloyd, Tony and Bernie, the latter of whom reading Martyn’s lips.

***Martyn:*** *Alright kids - listen up. If this door falls - if those things get in… I need you to go through that window* ***(He points)***. *I’ll-I’ll buy you some time.*

***Lloyd:*** *We can’t just leave you.*

***Martyn:*** *This isn’t up for discussion. Listen to me, Lloyd. I need you to keep these kids safe, alright?*

He nods slowly, as Martyn looks back up at the doors, readying his pistol.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

JON MATTHEWS, ANGELA JAEGAR and REBECCA DAWSON slam the door behind them, as zombies immediately begin banging on the doors. Panting, Jon looks up at everyone in the room.

***Jon:*** *You fuckers are in for a hell of a workout…*

***Aldus:*** ***(He unslings his rifle)*** *I can probably cut down a few.*

***Fraser:*** *How many are there?*

***Jon:*** *A hell of a lot more than you can imagine.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON stumbles, leaning onto a table to keep himself up. He sets his whiskey bottle down and aims up at the front door.

***Austin:*** *We-- we’re gonna kick these guys asses. Kill every last one…*

He pauses, walking off to the side, and vomiting into a trash can.

***Marcus:*** *If things go wrong here - we pull back to the cafeteria. That’s where the final group is. Our last line.*

***Fraser:*** *And if things go wrong in the cafeteria?*

***Zac:*** *Then we’re dead. And we’ve lost.*

WILLIAM REYNES steps into the room for only a moment, looking at everyone.

***William:*** *We’re all set - just pull back when needed.*

He nods, turning to head back to the foyer.

***Jon:*** *Well here goes--*

The front door suddenly bursts open, zombies flooding inside unimaginably quick. Gunfire erupts, as the survivors are backed up. Zombies drop dead, others zombies tripping over the corpses, but it doesn’t matter. More and more keep appearing. Over time, the group is split up by the horde. One group consisting of Jon, Angela, Rebecca, ALDUS PAXTON, ALBERT HANSON and Austin are backed up all the way down the hallway towards the cafeteria doors.

***Jon:*** *Everyone - into the cafeteria now!*

Jon smacks a zombie back, before turning and rushing towards the cafeteria.

Meanwhile, MARCUS DOWNES, KATE BLOODSTONE, ZAC BARNES and FRASER STILLER are pushed to an area where there is no hallway to flee down. To their front are dozens of hungry zombies rushing at them, and behind them is a wall - and a window. One zombie grabs onto Fraser, pushing him into the wall.

***Zac:*** *Fraser--*

Zac aims over, firing his last bullet into the zombie’s head. It slumps down beside Fraser.

***Fraser:*** *Thanks--*

Marcus kicks a zombie back, as they get closer towards the wall behind them.

***Marcus:*** *Shit.*

***Kate:*** *Come on - we need to find another way out.*

***Zac:*** *We’re surrounded here… The window--*

***Fraser:*** *The window, the window, come on!*

***Zac:*** *Slow down…*

Marcus sprints towards the window, stabbing a zombie in the head along the way. He glances out quickly.

***Marcus:*** *It’s clear outside.*

***Fraser:*** *Allow me.*

Fraser swings his baseball bat into the window. It shatters, glass falling everywhere.

***Zac:*** *Everyone out - now!*

Fraser jumps out first, followed rapidly by Kate, Marcus and then Zac. They land onto snow on the other side.

***Marcus:*** *We need to try and get around back - meet with the others.*

***Kate:*** *Lead the way.*

Marcus runs ahead, trying to find another way in.

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**Scene #19**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - AFTERNOON**

DEAN HOWARDS limps slowly, being helped along by OWEN GLIEFIELD.

***Owen:*** *Can you still feel your leg?*

***Dean:*** *I don’t-- It’s-It’s numb.*

***Owen:*** *Fuck. Look, I’ve got some stuff on me, I think we can do something quick.*

Owen grunts, lifting Dean onto the hood of a nearby truck. He shoots a fast glance behind him, seeing a large chunk of zombies still following them. Owen pulls out some gauze.

***Owen:*** *This’ll hold you for now.*

He wraps the gauze around Dean’s leg and arm, covering the two wounds the best he can in the moment. As soon as he finishes, a zombie leaps out towards them, grabbing onto Dean’s shirt, trying to pull him off the truck. Dean yells in a panic.

***Owen:*** *FUCK!*

Owen charges towards the zombie as it goes in to take a bite out of Dean. He shoves his hand into the zombie’s face, and it bites down onto his fingers, tearing Owen’s thumb off.

***Owen:*** *GAHH--*

Blood spewing out of his hand, Owen grabs the zombie by the back of the head and slams its face into the truck. He slams it again, and again, finally crushing its head. After letting go of the zombie, Owen examines his hand.

***Owen:*** *…Fuck it.*

***Dean:*** *YOU’RE--*

***Owen:*** *Come on. We gotta get you somewhere safe.*

Owen grabs Dean, pulling off the truck and to his feet, just a few seconds before the zombie horde arrives at the truck. He and Dean speedily go across the street from the high school, to an old office building. Owen looks on at the boarded up front door in anger. He turns to the window and slams his elbow against it over and over until it smashes open. His elbow bleeding, Owen helps Dean through the broken window, and then enters himself, dropping his shotgun along the way.

**Scene #19 Cont.**

**OFFICE BUILDING**

Owen slows down, almost to a crawl, exhausted. He looks towards a stairwell ahead of them.

***Owen:*** *You’re gonna be fine…*

Behind Owen and Dean, zombies start falling through the window, and the front door is broken open, zombies swarming inside. Owen’s eyes open wide, looking on at them.

***Owen:*** *It’s no use.* ***(He turns to Dean)*** *Go up.*

***Dean:*** *WHAT?!*

***Owen:*** *I said - GO UP! GO, NOW. We can’t NEGOTIATE.*

Owen turns to the horde of zombies, shoving them back with anger.

***Owen:*** *GO!*

He roars, charging into the zombies. Owen collapses to the floor, holding onto a zombie. Immediately, zombies pile onto him, wrapping their arms around him and ripping into his body. He dies instantly, not a single scream being heard from him. Dean quickly scrambles up the stairs, tumbling over multiple times. When he’s on the second floor, he falls to his knees, and has to crawl towards a door.

***Dean:*** *Please, please--*

He grabs the doorknob and opens the door, where he falls into a dark office. Groaning with pain, he crawls along the floor, closing the door with his feet. Dean crawls to a wall, putting his back to it. He sobs, listening to the zombies below him, tearing into Owen. Eventually, Dean passes out from shock.

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

JON MATTHEWS and the others come storming into the cafeteria, drenched in blood and growing tired. Inside, MARTYN FORD, WILLIAM REYNES and BRUCE BOSEMAN are with the kids, though Kyle is still nowhere to be found. AUSTIN KINGSTON grunts, collapsing into a chair. He coughs.

***William:*** *What’s your problem, Kingston?*

***Austin:*** *I- I don’t know. Sick - drinking-- I don’t know.*

William looks back towards the cafeteria doors.

***William:*** *Alright - here we go.*

***Martyn:*** *It’s been an honour shooting with you, Mr. Reynes.*

***William:*** *William* ***(He smiles)***. *And the honour is mine.*

People quickly take position, pushing tables and chairs directly in front of the cafeteria doors now. Bangs come from the other side, and the moans and groans of dozens upon dozens of zombies are heard on the other side.

***William:*** *Any second…*

***Jon:*** *Stand your ground, folks.*

One of the doors is pushed open, the tables and chairs in front of it being shoved out of the way by the horde. The second door swings open, the rest of the horde making its way inside. And then the gunfire begins again, zombies dropping by the second.

***Rebecca:*** *We aren’t going to be able to hold out for long in here!*

Seeing the overwhelming amount of zombies, Martyn looks towards LLOYD WALLER and TONY MARSTON.

***Martyn:*** *GO - PLAN B! PLAN B!*

***Lloyd:*** *Plan B--*

Lloyd turns, tapping BERNIE ORTAN on the shoulder. He points towards a window. Bernie understands and rushes over. Tony and Lloyd do the same thing.

***Jon:*** *Cover the kids.*

Martyn opens fire at the horde with his pistol, depleting his ammo quickly. REBECCA DAWSON rushes over to try and help him.

***Martyn:*** *I’M FINE, I’M FINE! GET THE KIDS OUT!*

***Rebecca:*** *Martyn - let me help--*

***Martyn:*** *Get the kids. I’ll be fine.*

Nearby, a janitor’s closet opens, KYLE DOUGLASS peeking his head outside.

**Kyle:** What’s all that noi--

**Lloyd:** Kyle, come on! To the window! Come on!

Lloyd runs over, pulling Kyle from the closet. They hurry back to the window.

***Kyle:*** *OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! I’M NOT EVEN CATHOLIC-- OR RELIGIOUS-*

***Lloyd:*** *We need to get off school grounds - go.*

***Kyle:*** *WITH PLEASURE!*

Lloyd climbs through the window, and Kyle speedily follows him. Bernie and Tony are the last two to climb out.

Meanwhile, the rest of the cafeteria is in chaos. People are split up, zombies are wandering around all over the place. Nobody seems to know where to go. Austin tries standing up, but he wobbles around, too drunk to even stay on his feet on his own. ALBERT HANSON approaches him, taking his shotgun away so he won’t shoot anyone, before he turns to fight off a few zombies.

***Martyn:*** *Alright Austin, get out after the kids!*

Over the intense gunfire, Austin is unable to hear anything. He remains seated, groaning in pain. Rebecca looks towards the window, intending to go after Lloyd and the other kids, but she finds that it’s been blocked off by zombies.

Having run out of ammo, Albert holsters his pistols and goes back to Austin, grabbing his shotgun.

***Albert:*** *Austin, where’s your ammo?!*

The drunkard slowly reaches into his jacket, pulling out four shotgun shells.

***Austin:*** *That’s it…*

Albert snatches them and loads the weapon, blasting the shells towards the horde.

The horde slowly begins to encircle the survivors, blocking any possible way out of the room. Martyn, having finally run out of ammo, sighs, looking up at the horde.

***Martyn:*** *Hey Bruce-- Bruce!*

Bruce rips his spear out of a zombie, and turns towards Martyn.

***Martyn:*** *Take care of them…*

***Bruce:*** *Godspeed.*

***Jon:*** *We need a damn opening--*

Martyn wheels towards the zombie horde as quickly as he can, throwing his pistol at them.

***Martyn:*** *COME GET ME! COME ON! COME ON, I’M RIGHT HERE!*

A large portion of the horde turns to Martyn, stumbling towards him. An opening forms; a way out.

***Jon:*** *Just GO! OUT OF THE CAFETERIA! THERE’S AN OPENING!*

Jon and the others rush through the opening, shoving zombies back. Austin is helped along by Albert. Meanwhile, Bruce steps up onto the stage, firing at the horde with his pistol. He refuses to leave.

***Martyn:*** *COME ON YOU FUCKS, I’M RIGHT HERE!*

Jon takes a final look back at Martyn before stepping out of the cafeteria. Zombies finally arrive at Martyn, ripping into him. His screams are heard only for a few seconds, before they’re drowned out by the groans of the dead, who feast into his remains.

Albert helps Austin through the cafeteria doors before he steps out. The only living man left in the cafeteria is Bruce.

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**Scene #21**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

ANGELA JAEGAR comes to a stop in the foyer, looking around.

***Angela:*** *We need to disband - we can’t stay.*

***Jon:*** *Fuck--*

JON MATTHEWS stabs a straggling zombie, before looking around, figuring out a way to go.

***Jon:*** *Back entrance - we just need to lay low for a while… escape this mess.*

***Rebecca:*** *We don’t have much time.*

***Jon:*** *Will, lead the way.*

WILLIAM REYNES turns, bolting down a hallway. The others follow him all the way around the school until they arrive near the front doors. As William is approaching the back door, he stops, seeing LAYTON ZIMMERS turning the corner.

***Layton:*** *OH! OH!*

***Aldus:*** *JESUS! You scared me.*

***Jon:*** *Where the hell have you been?*

***Layton:*** *NO, NO - DON’T WORRY EVERYONE! COME WITH ME! I HAVE TRANSPORT IN THE PARKING LOT!*

***William:*** *Smart.*

**Scene #21 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - BACK PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON**

Layton pushes open the back doors, walking outside.

***Layton:*** *I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help - I just figured we’d need a contingency!*

Layton dodges past a zombie, and runs out into the parking lot, where he points at a cement mixer truck.

***Layton:*** *Everyone - you’ll need to make do and get in the back! Don’t worry though - it’s off!*

***Jon:*** *Are you fucking kidding me?*

***Layton:*** *It’s the best I could do - don’t worry! It’s empty!*

Layton climbs into the driver’s seat of the truck, as Angela climbs into the passenger seat beside him.

***Angela:*** *Good job Layton - it’s better than nothing.*

The others open a small hatch at the back of the truck, and climb into the darkness of the mixer. Once everyone is inside, Layton speeds away.

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**Scene #22**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

DAMERAE BADRICK slowly walks within the crowd of zombies, his clothes covered with zombie blood and guts, camouflaging himself. He walks past a group of zombies on the ground, digging into the remains of a person inside a wheelchair. Ahead, BRUCE BOSEMAN is standing up on the stage, the stairs to which have been blocked off. He stares out into the horde, noticing Badrick by his burnt face and bloody, damaged white suit.

***Bruce:*** *You’ve dropped this low…* ***(He shakes his head)*** *It was one thing - having kin do your dirty work. But now -- the dead?*

***Badrick:*** *What can I say - I’m a resourceful person, my friend.*

***Bruce:*** *Friend? Perhaps a lifetime ago. You’re no more resourceful than the rotting husks around  you.*

A couple of zombies around Badrick hear him, and lunge forward. Badrick swiftly draws his knife, stabbing one, then another.

***Bruce:*** *Step up here - prove your mettle* ***(He smiles)***.

Badrick shoves one zombie out of his way and then climbs up onto the stage. Zombies below reach their arms up, trying to grab at him and Bruce.

***Bruce:*** *Fancy knife.*

***Badrick:*** *You are so eager to fight, yet so unwilling to make a move. Come at me, avenge your dead friends.*

Badrick glances back towards MARTYN FORD’s corpse, zombies feasting into it. He simply grins at Bruce.

***Bruce:*** *I don’t succumb to your blind rage. But if you insist.*

Both Bruce and Badrick start walking forward, only one of them with any kind of weapon. As soon as Badrick swings his knife forward, Bruce grabs his hand, twisting it upwards. Yelling, Badrick drops the knife, and knees Bruce in the gut. Both men step back, taking a quick breather, before Badrick charges forward. He grabs Bruce, dragging him towards the edge of the stage, trying to shove him into the horde. Bruce, however, stomps onto his foot, pivots away, and clobbers Badrick in his face. Badrick falls, but almost immediately gets back to his feet and sprints forward, headbutting Bruce.

***Badrick:*** *Heh…* ***(He grins)***

He wraps one of his hands around Bruce’s throat, but Bruce fights back, kneeing him, and then performing a roundhouse kick into the side of his head. Badrick tumbles to the ground, and takes a few moments to get back up, his head spinning. He growls towards Bruce.

***Bruce:*** *Not so good without your knife.*

***Badrick:*** *You speak too soon.*

Badrick runs forward, tackling Bruce down. As they’re wrestling on the ground, the table that was being used to block the stairs is pushed off, and a few zombies start making their way onto the stage. As the zombies get close, Bruce kicks Badrick towards a zombie, getting to his feet. However, Badrick grabs the zombie, and throws it back at Bruce, who simply pushes it off the stage. Bruce and Badrick rush at each other again, punching, kicking, and doing whatever they can. More and more zombies start stumbling up onto the stage. While Bruce is distracted for a second by one of the zombies, Badrick trips him up and turns around, picking his knife up off the floor. Another zombie stumbles into Bruce, who shoves it towards Badrick. Badrick catches the zombie, and pushes it back towards Bruce, taking the chance to run forward. As Bruce is getting the zombie off him, Badrick plunges his knife into his stomach. He rips the knife out and stabs him again. He pulls the knife out again, but before he can stab again, a zombie pushes Badrick aside.

***Bruce:*** *Cheap…*

As zombies start crowding the stage, Badrick takes his chance and jumps off into a clear spot, disappearing within the horde. Bruce, bleeding badly from his stomach, climbs down off the stage and pushes his way to the cafeteria doors.

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**Scene #23**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE**

BRUCE BOSEMAN slumps into his chair, blood spilling all over the floor beneath him, puddling. His skin grows pale as Bruce slowly reaches to a picture on his desk - a picture of the school faculty, most of the faces being crossed out with red X’s. He weakly picks up a red marker on his desk and crosses off Martyn’s face first. He then sighs, crossing himself off. Bruce puts the picture frame back onto his desk, and picks up a mug of cold coffee on his desk. As his vision becomes blurry and dark, Bruce downs the coffee, laying back into his chair. He stares at the light above his desk, before his eyes shut. His coffee mug slips from his hands, shattering onto the blood soaked floor.