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*“This is our mall. We fight for it. We won’t run away after everything.”* *—Felix*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

David Thewlis as DEREK MONROE

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Jamie Foxx as JACKSON FOXX

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

**Co-Starring**

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

Daniel Hernandez as TYRUS MONTEL

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - LATE AFTERNOON**

FRASER STILLER looks on at the covered corpse in the center of the roof. He frowns, looking away from it, before opening his mouth, breaking the silence.

***Fraser:*** *Wh-- Can I… Ask something - with no rude intentions?*

***Robert:*** *G-go on.*

***Fraser:*** *How did her body become so-- mangled…?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah-- I wonder that too…*

***Marcus:*** *She - fell from the roof of a skyscraper.*

***Fraser:*** *Huh--*

***Albert:*** *Jesus Christ… That’s just not a good way to go.*

EDWARD REMAR glances from ERIN MONROE’s corpse to the parking lot.

***Edward:*** *Is he back yet?*

CLYDE ROLLINS, now out of his wheelchair, looks over.

***Clyde:*** *I fear young Jacob will not return to us. Surely an event like this would cause sheer emotional trauma.*

***Albert:*** *He’ll return. He wouldn’t just leave--*

***Aldus:*** *I’m sure he’s okay.*

***Robert:*** *I -- I know Jacob. He’ll return. He has to.*

***Zac:*** *I’m beginning to wonder if the longer we stay in this mess - the more of us will end up like her.*

***Albert:*** *Don’t--don’t be thinking like that. Once these Rastas are gone - it’ll be over.*

***Quincy:*** *As much as it is a damn shame what happened to her-- you should all come to terms that we ain’t got nothing more on the Rastas. We’re done.*

***Monica:*** *We try to square up with them again - and we’re dead. Not happening.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN, who was looking out over the ledge, steps back, approaching the majority of the group.

***Felix:*** *What happened was a fucking tragedy. We won’t discuss all of this grim bullshit at her funeral. Nor in her memory… Though -- I have noticed her father is missing.*

***Randall:*** *Eh, posh prick anyways. Erin was one of us. He isn’t.*

***Kate:*** *Still… one will wonder where he is. I’m curious myself.*

***Austin:*** *We ain’t gonna go out looking now, are we? After all that?*

The group stays silent, nobody knowing what to say. Across the roof, JIM BUTTERMAN is seen escorting TEDDY POWELL over to the group.

***Teddy:*** *I heard ‘bout what happened to her. It’s terrible.*

***Jim:*** *Let’s get you a seat, Teddy.*

Jim helps Teddy onto a chair nearby.

***Teddy:*** *Don’t worry - I’ve recovered. I just-- it’s gonna take some getting used to* ***(He looks at his bandaged stump)***. *But I’m lucky to be here. Thank you. All of you - who had a part in this mess. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for ya’.*

Edward limps over to everyone.

***Edward:*** *And how about we take into consideration something important…? Do you really think after all this time - that this mall isn’t going to get attacked? After everything that’s happened? You can bet this is the next target.*

***Robert:*** *It will be* ***(He nods)***.

***Clyde:*** *And-- are we going to evacuate? Escape?*

***Albert:*** *It’s either that or we fight back.*

***Quincy:*** *In all honesty - our acting friend here may just be correct. I say we take our bags and get the fuck out while we still can.*

***Felix:*** *No. This is our mall. We fight for it. We won’t run away after everything. Erin and Clayton - would not want that. Are we going to respect that?*

***Randall: (Nodding confidently)*** *I’m ‘ere.*

***Quincy:*** *You can give whatever -- for the cause speech you want. But this ain’t like the movies.*

***Clyde: (Nodding in agreement)*** *I- I don’t think we can do it.*

***Edward:*** *Clyde. You stepped up recently. Why not do it again? We both have good reason to fight Badrick. And I won’t have you going back to being a coward!*

Edward forces a shotgun into Clyde’s hands.

***Clyde:*** *I-- I’ll do my best…*

***Edward:*** *Atta man!*

***Marcus:*** *So - in the case of an attack… we’re going to stay and fight?*

***Zac:*** *That sounds like a lovely trip to all of us becoming deceased. Is nobody going to fucking take not that we are outgunned here - and not just in number, but in skill.*

He points at Fraser, and Clyde, and then DEAN HOWARDS.

***Zac:*** *These useless bastards? You think that’s an army?*

***Edward:*** *I’ll have you know, Clyde stepped up you obnoxious brat. Are you with us or against us?*

***Dean:*** *If you keep complaining about everyone being useless-- then they’ll simply feel that way for good - and be useless. Can you pipe down?*

***Marcus:*** *Zac - come on. We don’t need this strain. We’re in enough shit.*

***Owen: (Shaking his head)*** *People don’t change. I’ve seen it.*

***Zac:*** ***(To Marcus)*** *Because we’re stuck here - waiting to be picked off! That’s not a GOOD thing!*

***Fraser:*** *You’ve been calling me out with bullshit since the start of this. I’m fed up of it! You’re the one who’s full of shit!*

***Robert:*** *Easy now, folks--*

***Fraser:*** *I at least know how to make some damn friends!*

***Zac:*** *You think you’ve got friends? With your - giddy little act?*

***Albert:*** *Guys-- calm down.*

***Zac:*** *Maybe back when our ambulance crashed - we’d have been luckier if you died in the crash. You’re a FRAUD, Fraser. You’re not a paramedic - you’re a cheating piece of shit! What CAN you do besides act as men who are better than you?*

***Robert:*** *That’s enough -- really, people.*

***Jim:*** *Everyone - can we stop turning on each other for once? Even if this is a - life or death situation. How about for once we tackle it as a team?*

***Dean:*** *Jim’s right. He mostly is.*

***Jon:*** *Sadly, this is a life or death situation in which it’s only death.*

***Monica:*** *We’re not going to make it out of this one. Quincy - come on* ***(She grabs his hand)***.

***Quincy:*** *Sorry, folks. But this-- this place is a lost cause.*

***Dean:*** *Wait, wait-- but you can’t just- just leave.*

***Felix:*** *You’re going to leave just like that? We’ve become something - a pretty good team with all of you with us. Why leave us now?*

***Quincy:*** *Look around - and look out into that town.*

***Robert:*** ***(To Felix)*** *If they won’t stick around to help defend it for what it’s worth - then leave them off.*

***Felix:*** *I don’t want to leave them off. I want them to stay - and we need them. Quincy--* ***(He steps forward)*** *If I was who I was a few weeks ago, I’d be five blocks away by now. I’d be moving states if I could.*

***Quincy:*** *We ain’t cowards, Felix. We just ain’t stupid.*

***Felix:*** *And you’d obviously see--you’ve found something in us. Just like we have in you. You’re-- you’re all part of our group now.*

***Quincy:*** *Well, I’m afraid you misread that.*

***Felix:*** *I didn’t. No. You - all of you,* ***(He points at the criminals)*** *I, at least, I believe you are one of us now. Can anyone else back that statement?*

***Dean:*** *Felix they’re-- they’re runners. It’s - it’s in their blood. I can’t blame them - it’s who they are. I am too…*

***Curtis:*** *Runners at heart… Huh. That’s a new one. Difference is, our whole lives we’ve been forced to run from the law, Buddy. And if you haven’t seen yet, Damerae Badrick is the law now.*

***Randall:*** *Fuck that metaphor. Nah. We’ll kill the fucker.*

***Quincy:*** *And we’ve tried many times, copper. And look how it’s gone. Do you all want to keep losing your friends?*

***Felix:*** *Quincy - I ask that you consider staying with us.*

***Monica:*** *And if things go badly? You all seriously plan to sit here and die?*

***Felix:*** *Of course not. We’d evacuate if we HAD to. But - we don’t have to. Not yet. Especially not before any fight. Especially one we have a chance in.*

***Robert:*** *We do have a militia who could fight with us. We’re still cool with Benjamin, right?*

***Quincy:*** *I don’t think so. I don’t think that alliance ever hit it off.*

***Owen:*** *Wasn’t he the reason this mall had a hole in it in the first place?*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah. He did that.*

***Owen:*** *Exactly. Man isn’t gonna help anyone but himself.*

MARCUS DOWNES shakes his head, looking at everyone.

***Marcus:*** *Look - what are we deciding on here? I am scared we don’t have long to decide.*

***Edward:*** *I say we fight. I want Badrick DEAD.*

***Austin:*** *Agreed.*

***Aldus:*** *Agreed, too.*

***Robert:*** *He needs to die - I agree.*

***Edward:*** *Then let’s - prepare something excellent. And imagine this - we’ll see his convoy coming from miles away, we’ll be prepared.*

QUINCY ATHERTON sighs, glancing back at MONICA REYNOLDS, JON MATTHEWS and CURTIS VAN HORN. He then slowly turns to look at Felix.

***Quincy:*** *You really need our help?*

***Felix:*** *We want your help. I want it.*

***Monica:*** *I-- We’re in.*

***Quincy:*** *I’m with the lady.*

***Monica:*** *You people are growing on me. And I am happy to roll with you guys.* ***(To Curtis and Jon)*** *Think about it! We-we have found a crew to roll with - one that we can actually settle down with. We can still go on all of our absurd heists and roll around robbing stores - who cares. But at the end of the day, we’ll still have a place to go back to. And people.*

***Curtis:*** *It’s not that simple--*

***Monica:*** *And how not? You lost people - we all did. But these people here… We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t trust them. And yet - we’ve been rolling with them for days now. No trust issues… No suspicions. What does that prove?*

Dean looks over at Curtis.

***Dean:*** *At least if you die -- you die not running anymore.*

***Curtis: (Nodding)*** *I’m doing this for you, Buddy.*

***Dean:*** *Thank you* ***(He smiles)***.

Sighing, Jon turns away from the others, beginning to walk towards the elevator.

***Quincy:*** *Jon.*

***Jon:*** *I don’t think that… That this is for me.*

***Quincy:*** *You ain’t leaving us, brother. Turn around - and stay with us.*

***Curtis:*** *We don’t need to run anymore.*

Jon begins to nod slowly, and turns back around.

***Jon:*** *Ah, fuck it. I’m in.*

***Felix:*** *We’ve got a full house.*

Felix then narrows his eyes, as he sees someone stepping out of the elevator across the roof. JACOB FELDMAN strolls over to the group, carrying a large body bag. People stare at him silently, as he walks past everyone, and over to the edge of the roof, and unzips the bag. He tips it over, pouring out limbs and other body parts -- some falling off, some sliding back onto the roof. DEREK MONROE’s head finally rolls out of the bag after everything else, landing on the roof.

***Albert:*** *What-- the fuck?*

***Dean:*** *Jacob--*

***Felix:*** *What - the fuck is this, Jacob?*

***Jacob:*** *He was using Erin. Wanted to align with Badrick.*

***Aldus:*** *Oh…*

***Jacob:*** *When I went to give him news that his daughter died -- do you know what he did? He asked why I was sad. He said - he was disappointed in her failure.* ***(Coldly)*** *So I killed him. And I’m going to kill every. Last. Rasta.*

***Randall:*** *Don’t worry, you’re not alone. We’ve all just agreed to it. Just, uh--*

RANDALL FORSTER shuffles aside, out of the way of Erin’s body. Frowning, Jacob slowly walks out, taking out his ring.

***Jacob:*** *I was… Going to propose to her. It -- would’ve happened around now.*

He stares down at the body for a moment, before finally looking away.

***Jacob:*** *Someone burn the body.*

***Aldus:*** *…I will.*

ALDUS PAXTON looks down, as he passes by Jacob. As he’s busy preparing to burn it, Edward approaches Jacob.

***Edward:*** *Jacob. Are you going to be with us on this in a stable manner?*

Jacob stays quiet, and simply nods. Behind him, Aldus takes out a lighter, and lights the covered body, which quickly catches flame from the gasoline that had been poured on it.

***Jim:*** *Robert. If we’re preparing to defend… Could we finally test out those new fences? And - while your at it--*

Jim hands him a small remote.

***Jim:*** *I think we should close every store - all of the shutters. So that they can’t loot us.*

***Felix:*** *Good call, Jim* ***(He nods)***.

ROBERT MORGAN approaches the edge of the roof, rubbing his hands together.

***Robert:*** *Okay -- it’s time, folks. Let’s lock up. I hope you’re all proud…*

Robert reaches into his pocket, taking out a small device with a button. He points it down at the fences, and presses the button. The electric fences below come to life, as a small buzzing is heard. Robert smiles, turning around to face the group.

***Robert:*** *We are a go!*

Robert’s forehead blows open, blood spraying everywhere, as the sound of a gunshot rips through the air.

***Felix:*** *SNIPER!*

***Dean:*** *HOLY--*

The survivors duck down immediately, scrambling to stay as low as they can. Dean trembles with fear, as he stares at a piece of ventilation stained with the blood of Robert.

***Randall:*** ***(Looking at Robert’s corpse)*** *Fuck me… Shit…*

***Quincy:*** *God damn… Alright - alright!*

***Austin:*** *Fuck do we do now?!*

***Felix:*** *EVERYONE - LISTEN UP! It’s an ambush - the attack is now. Listen up! Dean, Austin, Quincy, Monica, Aldus - and Curtis! Get to the Entrance Plaza, take up arms at the front doors!*

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

***Felix:*** *Teddy, Jim, Kate, Marcus, Zac, Fraser - you are all heading to the back entrance!*

Jacob, lying low, takes hold of APOLLO, handing the dog off to Jim.

***Jacob:*** *Take good care of the dog until this is over.*

Jim nods, getting to his feet with the others. The survivors of the mall rush towards the vents, desperate to get to the entrances as quickly as possible.

WILLIAM REYNES sets his sniper up, firing into the treeline across the street.

***Albert:*** *Where-- where do I go?*

***William:*** *Stay with me, cover my flank. Actually - fuck it. Protect Felix.*

***Felix:*** *I don’t need protection. Not anymore* ***(He shakes his head)***.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE AFTERNOON**

DAMERAE BADRICK emerges from the treeline with dozens of Rastas, including JACKSON FOXX and TYRUS MONTEL. He grips a grenade launcher.

***Badrick:*** *The time is now, my friends…* ***(Quietly, to himself)*** *I am so thankful we could take this chance and ally…*

***Jackson:*** *You think we have enough to siege it?*

***Badrick:*** *It is the last of our army - but it is also more than enough. I want no setbacks. And I want this to be perfect…*

They begin walking forward, until one man steps into a bear trap. He shouts in pain.

***Badrick:*** *Get him out of that! They’ve rigged the place…*

Frowning angrily, Badrick continues forward.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

DEAN HOWARDS staggers into a wall, catching his breath. He grips his gun tightly, closing his eyes.

***Dean:*** *We- we just need to believe. For Erin-- Robert - everyone who died. We will fuck them up.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON fumbles to get himself stationed behind cover. He looks over at Dean.

***Austin:*** *Drunkie - now isn’t the time.*

***Aldus:*** *Any enemies?*

***Austin:*** *Don’t see none yet.*

Dean looks out at the front fences, panicked.

***Dean:*** *What the fuck is going on… Are they… Are they gonna trick us?*

QUINCY ATHERTON and MONICA REYNOLDS take cover beside each other, aiming their guns on at the front entrance.

***Quincy:*** *Alright, gents - and m’lady. Who’s all ready for a good ‘ol firefight…?*

***Monica:*** *We’re gonna teach these fuckers not to mess with us.*

***Austin:*** *We’re all ready.*

Dean, ALDUS PAXTON and CURTIS VAN HORN nod. While waiting, Dean looks back out again.

***Dean:*** *What are they waiting for?*

***Austin:*** *I don’t know, just stay in cover. We can surprise attack them--*

***Dean:*** *I got a bad feeling about this…*

Dean begins breathing quickly, his breaths becoming louder. His hands tighten around his gun.

***Austin:*** *Dean! Calm down!*

***Dean:*** *I’m okay. I’m fine--*

An explosion rocks the front entrance, blowing the fences apart. Metal shrapnel pieces fly across the room, and a smoke cloud blocks the entrance. And then Rastas come charging in.

***Quincy:*** *Well here we fuckin’ go!*

Everyone starts firing at once, bullets flying everywhere.

***Dean:*** *HOLY SHIT--*

Dean shields his face, as bullets rip through the wall’s edges beside him, coating him in drywall. He points his pistol around the wall, blindly firing.

***Quincy:*** *Baby - throw me a mag!*

Monica tosses him one, before going back to shooting down the plaza.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - LATE AFTERNOON**

CLYDE ROLLINS clutches his shotgun, hearing the sounds of gunfire below.

***Clyde:*** *Edward - what if I don’t end up needing this?*

***Edward:*** *Oh, you will. Trust me.*

***Jacob:*** *Wait, wait--*

JACOB FELDMAN stops everyone, as he looks down into the parking lot.

***Jacob:*** *Well - there’s a third party…*

***Edward:*** *Who?*

EDWARD REMAR pushes him aside, looking down. Below, he finds that Benjamin’s army has arrived -- only Benjamin himself isn’t seen.

***Edward:*** *Oh, for Christ sake.*

***Albert:*** *Oh - come on! Can’t we get a fucking break?*

***William:*** *I’m going down there.*

WILLIAM REYNES gets up, hurrying off towards the vents.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE AFTERNOON**

SHANE HAYWOOD and ROBIN CLARKE march through the parking lot, hearing and seeing the gunfire inside. What’s left of their army follows behind.

***Robin:*** *Looks like you were right, boss. They are attacking the mall.*

***Shane:*** *Oh, yeah… looks like we’re here just in time.*

***Robin:*** *And they’ve done the hard part. We falling in?*

***Shane:*** *Of course. We kill the Rastas. All of them.*

***Robin:*** *The mall too? After they refused to help us? I don’t think they’ll see us visiting here as - friendly. They might shoot at us.*

***Shane:*** *If they shoot at us, we shoot back.*

Robin nods, speeding forward towards the entrance.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

***Badrick:*** *PUSH IN!*

A Rasta with a machine gun lays down covering fire, as other Rastas start moving up the plaza, inching closer towards the mall survivors with each passing second. Suddenly, the machine gunner is shot in the back of the head, as ROBIN CLARKE comes charging in with SHANE HAYWOOD and their army. Rastas immediately stop pushing forward, and instead rush over to one side of the plaza, while soldiers take the other side. The mall survivors remain at the far end.

***Monica:*** *What the fuck is going on?!*

MONICA REYNOLDS takes aim at a man next to Robin, blowing his brains out.

***Robin:*** *Looks like the mall isn't friendly…*

***Shane:*** *Kill everyone.*

QUINCY ATHERTON reloads behind cover, looking over at Monica.

***Quincy:*** *There’s three damn sides! This ain’t confusing at all.*

In the chaos, DAMERAE BADRICK points his grenade launcher towards the ceiling, and fires. Part of the roof caves in, rubble falling to the ground below. One man is crushed beneath it.

***Austin:*** *SHIT--*

***Dean:*** *FUCKING HELL!*

***Aldus:*** *Why are there three sides?!*

***Curtis:*** *‘Cause those damn - soldiers from Benjamin are coming to get us!*

DEAN HOWARDS, panicking, loses his gun when it slides out of his hands. He reaches for it, and almost gets shot.

***Curtis:*** *People - we need to get the FUCK back to Paradise Plaza! We can’t sit in here with three damn sides!*

Quincy and Monica continue lighting up soldiers and Rastas alike, as the battle spreads closer towards them.

***Monica:*** *This is a damn mess!*

***Curtis:*** *We need to get out of this fucking room!*

WILLIAM REYNES finally arrives in the plaza, sliding into cover with the others. He lays down his assault rifle, opening fire down the plaza.

***William:*** *Everyone go! I’ll cover you!*

Dean attempts to make a break for it, but gets shot in his heel. He screams out, falling to the ground, and pulling himself into cover. Blood leaking from his foot, Dean crawls himself into Paradise Plaza. ALDUS PAXTON goes with him.

While shooting at the Rastas, Robin is suddenly shot in the arm by Monica.

***Robin:*** *AGH-*

He falls down behind cover, holding his hand to his wound.

***Robin:*** *Fuck sake…*

***Shane:*** *You good, Robin?!*

He nods. Gritting his teeth, Shane whispers to a few of his soldiers, pointing them towards Monica. As Monica stands up to shoot again, a bullet suddenly catches her in the stomach, and the chest. Shane and his soldiers take the chance to light Monica up with bullets. In total, she’s shot more than a dozen times. Monica stumbles back behind cover, littered with holes up and down her body, dead. Shane is also shot once in the side by William, forcing him back down.

Quincy, sitting behind cover, stares at her, frozen. AUSTIN KINGSTON and CURTIS VAN HORN rush over to him.

***Austin:*** *Quincy-- we gotta go!*

***Curtis:*** *Quincy! Quincy, she’s dead!*

He stays silent, simply reloading his rifle.

***Curtis:*** *QUINCY! IT’S OVER! Come on!*

Believing that Quincy is a lost cause, Austin gets up, sprinting out towards Paradise Plaza. William rushes out alongside him.

***Curtis: (Shaking him)*** *Don’t do this to me brother-- QUINCY!*

***Quincy:*** *This is… all of the men out there’s fault… And I - promised to protect my girl…*

***Curtis:*** *Quincy… She--*

He shakes his head, not listening to Curtis.

***Curtis:*** *Get UP! Come on!*

A grenade is thrown near them, and Curtis grabs Quincy diving into the open to avoid the blast. Curtis lies on the ground, fumbling to find his gun, whilst Quincy sprints to a pillar for cover, aiming out and killing one Rasta, then another, and two more. Only when he’s out of ammo does he run back out into the open, helping Curtis up.

***Curtis:*** *Quincy - god damn…*

Now safely in cover, Quincy takes one last look at Monica.

***Curtis:*** *She’d want you to live, Quincy! To get out of this!*

Quincy grabs Curtis, and they hurry into Paradise Plaza.

With the mall survivors out of the picture for the time being, the Rastas and soldiers go at each other, men being shredded by bullets left and right.

***Robin: (To Shane)*** *Where to?!*

Before Shane can conjure up a response, Badrick fires a grenade from his grenade launcher over towards them. A group of soldiers are completely obliterated, and both Robin and Shane dive to the side to avoid the blast. Coughing, Shane waves smoke away from his face, looking around for Robin, but can’t find him. Fueled with rage, Shane grabs his gun, spraying at the Rastas.

***Shane:*** *DIE YOU FUCKING BITCHES!*

Badrick’s laugh echoes throughout the room, as he and his Rastas begin leaving the Entrance Plaza, splitting off into Al Fresca and Paradise Plaza. Shane can’t tell which way Badrick had gone.

When the plaza finally clears out of Rastas, Shane stands up, and begins looking around for Robin. But he can’t find him anywhere, nor is his corpse anywhere on the ground.

***Shane:*** *Fucking shit…*

He kicks a pillar, and then gathers up his remaining men. Shane points towards Paradise Plaza.

***Shane:*** *In there.*

Shane lifts his shirt to look at the wound on his side. He grunts, ignoring the pain, and continues moving towards Paradise Plaza.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

AUSTIN KINGSTON and WILLIAM REYNES rush into the plaza, seeing ALDUS PAXTON helping to bandage DEAN HOWARDS’ foot. Austin pants, getting behind cover.

***Austin:*** *Guys-- this is just too much. There’s too much goin’ on.*

***Dean:*** *We’re-- we’re okay for now.*

Dean grunts, slowly standing up.

***Dean:*** *Just -- we’ll fight until we can’t anymore. Fuck - I wasn’t ready for this.*

***Austin:*** *We just lost one… in case you guys didn’t see.*

***Aldus:*** *Who?*

***Austin:*** *Monica. She got fucking shot to nothing.*

Dean looks down, grabbing at his face.

***Dean:*** *Fucking Christ…*

Looking back up, Dean sees CURTIS VAN HORN and QUINCY ATHERTON rushing inside.

***Curtis:*** *It’s a damn shitstorm in there!*

Behind all of them, JACOB FELDMAN, OWEN GLIEFIELD, RANDALL FORSTER and JON MATTHEWS come speeding over.

***Owen:*** *I overheard what you said. I’m here now -- no worries.*

Owen kneels down beside Dean, taking a look at his injury.

***Dean:*** *Are they coming?!*

***Aldus:*** *I don’t know, probably.*

***Austin:*** *What the hell do we do now?*

A squad of four Rastas come running into the plaza, bewildered to see all of them. Completely outnumbered, the Rastas are slaughtered almost immediately. Jon kneels down beside Quincy and Curtis, looking at them.

***Jon:*** *Monica?*

***Curtis: (He shakes his head)*** *Not with us. She’s -- gone.*

***Jon:*** *Well… shit.*

Another Rasta pops a shot off towards all of them, striking Owen in his shoulder. He stumbles back in pain. Gritting his teeth, Owen steps back up, blasting the Rasta with his shotgun.

***Dean:*** *YOU GOOD?*

***Austin:*** *Doc man - you good?*

***Owen:*** *I-I’m fine* ***(He nods)***.

Without a moment to rest, more Rastas come charging into Paradise Plaza from Leisure Park, opening fire.

***Jacob:*** *Casino Plaza! Now!*

***William:*** *Quick, let’s go!*

Owen, Dean, Aldus, Jon, Randall and Austin get to their feet, getting to the Casino Plaza as fast as they can. William grabs Jacob, intending to go -- but Jacob stays put. Meanwhile, SHANE HAYWOOD and his soldiers come rushing in from the Entrance Plaza, heating up the battle once again.

***William:*** *Let’s go!*

Jacob pushes William off him, his eyes focused on something he sees in Leisure Park.

***Jacob:*** *No-- No.*

***William:*** *Why?*
***Jacob:*** *I SAW HIM! And I-- I need to… I need to* ***(He nods)***.

***Quincy: (To Jacob)*** *I understand you. Let the man do what needs to be done.*

***William:*** *Then I’m coming with.*

***Jacob:*** *No. I’m doing this - alone. I have to* ***(He takes out his pistol)***.

***William:*** *You’ll--*

***Jacob:*** *You know I’ll be fine.*

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

***Curtis:*** *We can’t sit here talking!*

Shane fires towards them with his rifle.

***Shane:*** *Y’all better get the hell outta here!*

Curtis fires back at him, but misses. He quickly ducks down as Shane directs his fire towards him.

***Curtis:*** *That was close--*

William hands Jacob his rifle, before getting to his feet and running towards the Casino Plaza. In the process, a bullet catches him in his leg, but it doesn’t stop him. Jacob rushes off in another direction. Curtis and Quincy are the last two in the plaza again. They sit in cover, while the soldiers and Rastas engage each other.

***Curtis:*** *Quincy--*

***Quincy:*** *What the fuck are you still going here? Get out or you’ll be doing the same thing I am.*

***Curtis:*** *Quincy for fuck’s sake!*

A bullet hits Curtis in the arm. He shouts in pain, looking back at Quincy -- and then to the Casino Plaza. With nothing left to do, Curtis gets up, sprinting down the stairs to the Casino Plaza.

***Shane:*** *Whoever’s still in here is gonna DIE!*

***Quincy:*** *You underestimate my aim, fella. You killed my girl!*

***Shane:*** *And I’ll kill you too!* ***(He grins)***

Quincy stands up, shooting one of Shane’s soldiers in the head, and then gets down before anybody even has a chance to shoot him.

***Quincy:*** *I’m a man with nothing to lose.*

***Shane:*** *Yeah-- okay.*

Shane directs his men to focus fire on Quincy and Quincy alone. With bullets flying all around him, destroying his cover, Quincy dives towards a pillar nearby. He pops back out, killing two more of Shane’s soldiers.

***Shane: (To his men)*** *Find some damn cover!*

More Rastas come dashing into the plaza, shooting at both Shane’s side and Quincy.

***Quincy:*** *Looks like we’ve both got more company, huh?!*

***Shane: (Quietly)*** *You’re damn right…*

As Shane stands to fire towards the Rastas, Quincy aims out at him.

***Quincy:*** *This is for my girl.*

He shoots, hitting Shane in his lower back. Yelling, Shane collapses behind cover. His men shoot back, hitting Quincy twice, forcing him to step back behind the pillar. With his rifle out of ammo, Quincy draws his pistol.

***Shane:*** *FUCK YOU!*

Quincy, bleeding out, weakening by the second, steps back out, shooting at both soldiers and Rastas -- until he takes a hit, and then another one. He stumbles into the pillar, sliding down. In his last moments, he glances all the way into the Entrance Plaza, just barely seeing Monica. He exhales slowly, as a bullet flies through his head, killing him.

***Shane:*** *FINISH THESE FUCKING RASTAS OUT!*

The rest of the Rastas begin to retreat, seeing that they are outnumbered by Shane’s men. When the Plaza finally falls silent, Shane pushes himself up using the wall. Shane, bleeding out and growing tired, points his men towards the Casino Plaza.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

DEAN HOWARDS limps into a wall, sliding down it. He winces in pain, grabbing at his leg.

***Dean:*** *Ahh-- fuck! This is as far -- as I can walk.*

OWEN GLIEFIELD staggers behind cover, grabbing his shoulder in pain. He takes off his belt, fixing it around his arm.

***Owen:*** *That’ll do.*

***Aldus:*** *The hordes that these noises will attract…*

***Dean:*** *There’ll be a lot more than a horde that we need to be afraid of. That is if-- If we don’t get obliterated by bullets. I don’t think many of us are going to survive this-- The zombies might, but- they’re all gonna be coming here* ***(He shakes his head, frowning)***. *I guess - at least we’ll die doing something we wanted… I’m not sure if I can come to terms with it yet.*

***Owen:*** *We don’t know that yet. Keep fighting, we’ll see.*

Owen hears the sound of footsteps scurrying down the stairs behind him. He raises his shotgun.

***Owen:*** *WHO’S THERE?!*

He sees WILLIAM REYNES hobbling over, blood trickling down his leg.

***Dean:*** *You okay?!*

***William:*** *My fucking leg--*

He smacks into a wall, sliding down. Not long after, CURTIS VAN HORN comes speeding in, taking cover.

***Owen:*** *Ah, shit. Don’t worry--okay? Don’t worry. Deep breaths.*

***William:*** *Thanks--*

***Owen:*** *No problem.*

***Dean:*** *What about duct tape? You can bandage him.*

***William:*** *Duct tape is poisonous on open wounds. I can self-bandage, but I need to get this bullet out.*

***Owen:*** *I don’t have any medical supplies from here. I’d have to make it up to the stairs.*

***William:*** *I’ll - take it out.*

***Owen:*** *No, I… It’s your best bet, I guess.*

***Randall:*** *How about we head to the North Plaza - join the others at the back? They might need help. I can hold down here.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah-- we do that.*

***Curtis: (To Randall)*** *I’ll stay with you.*

William takes out a pair of eyelash clippers.

***William:*** *These’ll do* ***(He smiles)***.

***Owen:*** *Odd thing to smile about.*

***William:*** *I don’t have to smile about, so I need something to rely on. Any good fortune is worth a smile.*

Using the clippers, William gently inserts them into the wound. He winces, biting his lip, before pulling it out.

***Owen:*** *Wrap a belt around your leg - it’ll do for now. I did it for my shoulder.*

***William:*** *I’ll cauterize it first. Go on ahead, you lot. I’ll be a second.*

***Dean:*** *Stay safe, okay? All of you.*

Dean gets up, as he and many others rush towards the exit into the North Plaza. William stays behind cover, cauterizing his wound with gunpowder, whilst RANDALL FORSTER and Curtis set up an ambush for anyone who follows them inside. Eventually, William finishes up cauterizing his wound. He rips a piece of his sleeve off, tying it around his leg, before pushing himself up, and leaving.

Not long after, a group of soldiers come wandering into the plaza, SHANE HAYWOOD with them. Curtis and Randall silently countdown, before standing up, opening fire.

***Shane:*** *AMBUSH! TAKE COVER!*

***Curtis:*** *You best get out of here!*

Curtis launches a homemade molotov overhead, landing at the stairs. While the soldiers are distracted by the fire, Curtis and Randall vanish into one of the casinos.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EARLY EVENING**

FELIX QUARTERMAN stands up, determined. The only ones still on the roof are him, EDWARD REMAR, CLYDE ROLLINS and ALBERT HANSON.

***Felix:*** *We need to get the fuck down there.*

***Edward:*** *I most certainly agree. Are you ready, Clyde?*

***Clyde:*** *That I am! Reporting for duty!*

***Albert:*** *Well then, let’s go.*

***Edward:*** *We’re heading straight for the food court, so we’ll cut through Al Fresca. I feel it’s the place to be today.*

The four of them head for the vents.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

KATE BLOODSTONE quickly stands up shooting another Rasta, before dropping back down.

***Kate:*** *This just-- hordes and hordes of infinite damn guys. We can’t hold out like this forever.*

***Teddy:*** *All we’ve got is wounded fuckers, seniors, and people that can’t fight--no offense. I fall into one of those groups. Reloading is a damn task…*

TEDDY POWELL peeks out, headshotting a Rasta.

***Jim:*** *First headshot, Teddy?*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah… Didn’t know you kept track.*

MARCUS DOWNES looks over at all of them. He shows them a grenade.

***Marcus:*** *Now?*

Kate nods to him, and Marcus pulls the pin, throwing it overhead at a group of Rastas. Two Rastas explode, limbs and blood flying across the room.

FRASER STILLER holds a shotgun against his chest, pumping himself up.

***Fraser:*** *Let me-- Let me prove myself.*

***Zac:*** *You’ll die, Fraser. Don’t try to prove something you can’t. This is a fucking disaster…*

Fraser looks around the room, seeing JARED KELLINGS sitting behind cover, empty handed.

***Fraser:*** *Hey - Jared! Want a gun?*

***Jared:*** ***(Nodding)*** *I’m open!*

Fraser slides him a pistol, which Jared grabs. Afterwards, Fraser stands up with the shotgun, firing, and missing by a mile. He ducks back down, frowning.

***Marcus:*** *It takes practice, Fraser. Don’t worry.*

***Fraser:*** *Yeah - but this is life or death…*

ZAC BARNES looks towards the Casino Plaza entrance, where he sees DEAN HOWARDS and others rushing in and over to them.

***Zac:*** *Are these reinforcements? What happened on your guys’ end?*

***Dean:*** *I don’t know what you mean--*

Dean aims his gun out, shooting towards the Rastas. With more people, the Rastas’ numbers begin to fall. While OWEN GLIEFIELD stands up to shoot at the Rastas, he suddenly feels a pain in his gut. He gets back into cover, looking down, seeing blood trickling onto the floor. He grabs at his gut, as blood spews from his mouth.

***Owen:*** *F-* ***(He coughs)*** *F--fucking--*

WILLIAM REYNES comes hurrying in, diving down in cover beside Owen, who holds out his shotgun to him.

***Owen:*** *Take it-- if you need it…*

***William:*** *You’re living, my man.*

William prepares his clippers again, as he lifts Owen’s shirt, looking at the wound.

***Owen:*** *Oh-- I hope so. Fifty-six is quite… Quite an age--*

Owen yells in pain, as William starts digging around in the wound, until he finds and extracts the bullet. When that’s done, William uses his last match to cauterize Owen’s wound. It catches fire for a moment, but is promptly put out when William dumps his flask onto it.

***William:*** *Cold, sorry.*

***Owen:*** *A-- It’s okay…*

Kate peeks out of cover, seeing that zombies are beginning to funnel in through the back entrance, which had been blown open. Rastas turn around, focusing their fire on them -- but the zombies greatly. outnumber them. Most begin to get up and run.

***Kate:*** *Oh no…*

***Dean:*** *I knew it-- I knew it. We gotta go - now!*

***William:*** *Roof - to the roof! Maybe the turrets--*

***Teddy:*** *The turrets aren’t gonna help up. The dead are inside, not out.*

Dean and William hoist Owen up, and begin moving towards Seon’s Supermarket, where there’s an access point to the roof. JON MATTHEWS takes out his machete, slicing at the zombies, covering the others.

***Jon:*** *Fuck you!* ***(He kicks one back)*** *And you!* ***(He slices another)*** *And you!*

***Marcus:*** *Fraser, let’s go!*

Fraser nods, but stays still, aiming his shotgun at a zombie. He fires, and hits it in the chest, not killing it. As the zombie gets closer, Fraser aims at its head, but misses. The zombie lunges, grabbing Fraser.

***Fraser:*** *GAH!*

Marcus kicks it off him and stabs it.

***Marcus:*** *Fraser, this isn’t time to practice!*

***Zac:*** *Like I said, Fraser. You can’t fight. So don’t waste our time getting us to save you.*

Fraser shakes his head, approaching another zombie. This time, he doesn’t miss.

***Zac:*** *Huh…*

***Marcus:*** *Fraser, you did it. Now come on!*

Hundreds of zombies begin swarming the plaza. Marcus, Fraser and Zac rush over, heading into the supermarket. Dean looks out, seeing that AUSTIN KINGSTON and Jared still aren’t inside.

***Dean:*** *THIS IS IT--WE GOTTA GO!*

Dean staggers back inside the supermarket as zombies begin closing in on the supermarket doors. He turns, running back towards the roof access point.

Outside, Jared squeezes through an opening, making a run for it somewhere. Meanwhile, Austin is backed into a wall, blasting zombies with his shotgun. He takes down all that he can until his ammo is depleted. Still holding onto his shotgun, he shoves a few zombies back, and kicks another one. Roaring, he bulls through the zombies, disappearing within the horde.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

In the food court, DAMERAE BADRICK stands, smoking a cigar. He grins, looking around at his Rastas, listening to gunfire around the mall.

***Badrick:*** *Today is the day, my friends. The mall has finally fallen. And now we are to finish off their numbers. The soldiers AND the mall.*

The doors to Leisure Park suddenly burst open, as JACKSON FOXX comes sprinting in. JACOB FELDMAN runs in behind, coming to a stop when he sees Badrick and the Rastas. Jackson spins around, laughing at him.

***Jackson:*** *Stupid n†gga. Followed me blindly, you enraged fool.*

***Badrick: (To Jacob)*** *Ah, you have returned. I saw what happened to your loved one.*

Jacob stares at him with rage.

***Jacob:*** *Fuck off.*

***Badrick:*** *You are acting like you are in control here. That is not the case.*

Badrick aims his pistol towards Jacob.

***Badrick:*** *Look around you. A war--ongoing in your home. And you waste your time chasing one man.*

A gunshot is suddenly heard. Badrick flinches, turning to see EDWARD REMAR limping in. A Rasta falls to the ground, his back having been blown open. Badrick and the other Rastas find cover.

***Badrick:*** *EDWARD! You have COME BACK!*

With the distraction, Jacob takes the chance to draw his weapon, shooting Jackson in the chest.

***Jackson:*** *GAH-- N†GGA!*

Jacob dives into cover, as Jackson fumbles for his pistol.

***Badrick:*** *KILL EDWARD!*

FELIX QUARTERMAN, CLYDE ROLLINS and ALBERT HANSON come charging out behind Edward, opening fire. Felix and Albert shoot one Rasta dead each, while Clyde misses completely with his shot. Seeing the two Rastas drop dead, Badrick begins falling back.

***Badrick:*** *OUT! MOVE BACK!*

Badrick and the remaining Rastas run back into Wonderland Plaza -- all but Jackson, who stays on the floor, unable to move. Jacob stands up, seeing him squirming on the ground in pain.

***Jacob:*** *He’s mine.*

He walks over, stomping on Jackson’s back.

***Jackson:*** *GAHHH! Mercy-- MERCY!*

***Jacob:*** *Don’t start begging now. You know it’s too fuckin’ late.*

Realizing this is the end, Jackson flips and looks up at Jacob, frowning angrily.

***Jackson:*** *Yeah, well fuck you too. I’ll be glad that I ripped away the one damn thing you loved.*

Jacob, with a blank face, aims his pistol at Jackson’s face.

***Jacob:*** *You don’t even deserve a last moment. No chance to leave an impact.*

***Jackson:*** *Wha--*

He fires a single round through Jackson’s head. His body twitches, blood painting the floor beneath him.

***Albert:*** *Mr. Badrick will be next.*

***Felix:*** *He dashed off to Wonderland Plaza. I say we track the fucker. He isn’t getting out of this. Not again.*

***Edward:*** *Then onward we go.*

**Scene #11 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

The five men enter Wonderland Plaza - only to find that it’s empty. Ahead, they see zombies beginning to swarm into the plaza. They know the mall is lost.

***Felix:*** *The dead are going to swarm this place again…*

Frowning, Felix turns around, heading back to where they can get to the roof.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EARLY EVENING**

DEAN HOWARDS and the others climb up onto the roof, seeing smoke rising from different places around the mall.

***Zac:*** *Look at this fucking place…*

WILLIAM REYNES sets OWEN GLIEFIELD down nearby, as most others climb out. Dean falls onto his back, exhausted.

***Jim:*** *Could I -- pitch something?* ***(He sighs)*** *We…*

***William:*** *Go on.*

***Jim:*** *I think for - the safety of all of us, we should leave. Just… A contingency place - if all goes wrong here. There’s a cabin… Out in the forest. Not far, just out the back--*

JIM BUTTERMAN points to a forest beside the mall, and at a ladder on the side of the building.

***Jim:*** *If we all just get out - and meet there. We’d have a place.*

***William:*** *I mean… it’d work.*

***Jim:*** *I can take the wounded there-- and the dog. And the rest of you - wait here until we have everyone.*

***William:*** *Dog-- we have a dog?*

***Jim:*** *Robert did…*

William frowns, looking over at APOLLO, and then at ROBERT MORGAN’s corpse across the roof.

***William:*** *Always thought that disease would kill him.*

TEDDY POWELL approaches the ladder, staring down it.

***Teddy:*** *Climbing down this with one hand… Who’s all coming this time around?*

***Jim:*** *I am.*

***Kate:*** *I’ll help escort you both. And - Fraser, you should join us.*

***Zac:*** *I’m coming, too.*

***Marcus:*** *The rest of us will join you guys - soon. Just… Who are we waiting on? Quite a lot…*

***William: (Nodding)*** *A lot.*

***Jon:*** *Who have we lost? Who are the casualties?*

***William:*** *Quincy, presumably. Monica…*

JON MATTHEWS frowns, looking down.

***Jon:*** *We can’t stick around here forever, guys.*

Dean sits up, looking over at William.

***Dean:*** *Quincy? Wh-- What do you mean?*

***William:*** *Stayed back - solo, as soldiers rushed in.*

***Dean:*** *He always was a-- a man* ***(He sighs)***. *Curtis - what about Curtis?*

***William:*** *Alive, last I saw. Casino.*

***Jon:*** *Curtis and Randall stayed back.*

Jim begins to climb over the edge onto the ladder. He looks back up at everyone who’s not coming yet.

***Jim:*** *You guys - you won’t miss the cabin. It’s easy to find. Just follow the path.*

Jim climbs down, followed by Teddy with his one hand, KATE BLOODSTONE, FRASER STILLER, Owen and ZAC BARNES, who’s carrying Apollo in one hand. Shortly after they do, JACOB FELDMAN comes climbing up onto the roof with the others who were with him.

***Felix:*** *Good to see some people made it. Where is everyone? This can’t be it.*

***Edward:*** *This - is a chaotic mess. And Badrick is still in the mall somewhere. There are dead-- swarming in. Soldiers, Rastas… It’s a warzone - and a lost cause. We all need to leave RIGHT now.*

***Clyde:*** *I couldn’t agree more. We ought to get going.*

Jacob approaches William, handing him back his rifle.

***Jacob:*** *I killed him. The bastard-- The one that took her from me.*

***William:*** *Mhm-- I’m glad.*

William sighs, taking the gun.

***Albert:*** *Let’s just go before any more of us die.*

***Felix:*** *Where exactly are we going?*

***William:*** *A cabin amidst the forestry.*

***Felix:*** *We are not going to make this-- GET DOWN!*

A grenade that had been thrown onto the roof explodes nearby. ALDUS PAXTON is thrown back a bit by the blast, leaving him bruised, but not injured. With the explosion distracting them, the last Rastas begin climbing up onto the roof, DAMERAE BADRICK amongst them.

***Albert:*** *Oh no…*

***Dean:*** *GET TO THE LADDER!*

***Edward:*** *Damerae…* ***(He scowls)*** *DAMERAE! I’M GOING TO END THIS!*

EDWARD REMAR stands up with his shotgun, and is immediately shot in the chest by Badrick. He tumbles backwards, falling off the roof.

***Albert:*** *NO--*

***Dean:*** *NO!*

***Clyde:*** *Edward--*

CLYDE ROLLINS rushes to the edge of the roof, looking over. Below, he sees Edward moving around inside a dumpster.

***Clyde:*** *DON’T WORRY! Guys-- I’ll get Edward! Give me this chance, I’ll get him!*

Clyde gets to the ladder, climbing up and over. Dean, still in shock, sits in cover, as bullets fly overhead, ricocheting off everything. FELIX QUARTERMAN suddenly grabs Dean.

***Felix:*** *Dean-- Everyone needs to go - now! Down the ladder!*

***William:*** *Jacob, come on!*

***Marcus:*** *We’re going to be exposed - they'll get the best of us on that ladder.*

***Felix:*** *I’ll handle it.*

Felix stands, providing covering fire, pinning down a few of the Rastas. Dean hurries over to the ladder, getting onto it and climbing down. Jacob nods at William, sprinting to the ladder. Meanwhile, William grabs Aldus, who’s still dizzy from the grenade blast, and helps him down the ladder. MARCUS DOWNES, ALBERT HANSON and Jon then make their way down the ladder, leaving William and Felix up on the roof, with more than a dozen Rastas that are left still firing at them.

***Felix:*** *You made a promise to me, William. And you fulfilled it.*

***William:*** *You did brilliantly. She’d be proud.*

Nodding, Felix begins firing at the Rastas once more, allowing William to jump onto the ladder and slide down. With only Felix left, Rastas begin pushing forward.

***Felix:*** *You-- You all tried to take my mall - as if you’d be able to do it easily. And yet - you’ve lost your entire army, you piece of SHIT!*

Felix laughs, loading his final shells into his shotgun.

***Felix:*** *So let me ask you this… Was it worth it?*

***Badrick:*** *Enough of this. Surround him.*

***Felix:*** *Was it? ‘Cause my friends - GOT AWAY! Will yours?*

Felix stands up, and is able to fire a single shot towards Badrick, hitting his torso. Before he can fire another one, Rastas light him up with bullets. Felix falls to the ground, dead.

***Badrick:*** *Gah…*

A few Rastas help Badrick get back to his feet.

***Badrick:*** *Get me - out of this shithole…*

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

SHANE HAYWOOD, alone, hobbles through the Casino Plaza. His face is pale, his skin cold and clammy, his vision blurry. All of his soldiers had either died or abandoned him.

Across the plaza, Shane sees a familiar man approaching him, a pistol in his hand. Groaning, Shane collapses to his knees, his body shutting down. He glances up at BENJAMIN TAYLOR.

***Benjamin:*** *Look at you… Look what you ended up becoming. I’ve been watching this mess unfold. And you’ve truly - fucked this up* ***(He shakes his head)***.

***Shane:*** *Mr. Taylor--*

***Benjamin:*** *You- ended my faction… And for what?*

***Shane:*** *They--*

Shane coughs, spitting blood. He looks back up at Benjamin, blood dribbling from his lips.

***Shane:*** *The Rastas… They…*

***Benjamin:*** *You were my most trusted* ***(He frowns)***. *I’m done with the Rastas. I’m done with everything.*

***Shane:*** ***(Looking at his pistol)*** *Benjamin… End my suffering. Please-- Please!*

Benjamin stares at him, gripping his pistol tightly.

***Shane:*** *I was loyal to you…*

***Benjamin:*** *Until you weren’t.*

***Shane:*** *Please… I beg you. You can’t leave me like this.*

Shane spits more blood. He closes his eyes hard, his two gunshot injuries throbbing with pain. He turns to look over his shoulder, seeing a group of zombies stumbling over.

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood…*

Benjamin aims his pistol at Shane, who closes his eyes, accepting his fate--until Benjamin suddenly throws the gun over him, at the zombies.

***Benjamin:*** *I will not be the one to kill you.*

***Shane:*** *No-- NO!*

Benjamin turns away, walking into one of the casino’s, where he spots a fire exit.

***Shane:*** *YOU MONSTER-- YOU FUCKING MONSTER!*

A zombie latches its teeth into Shane’s shoulder, ripping out a chunk of flesh. Shane yells, as more zombies pile on top of him. They rip into his back, his neck, and anything else they can get their hands on, devouring Shane. His screams quickly fade out.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SIDE PARKING LOT - EARLY EVENING**

CLYDE ROLLINS runs up to the dumpster, where he sees a zombie approaching it.

***Clyde:*** *Edward! I- I won’t let this happen!*

Clyde nervously steps forward, aiming his shotgun. The zombie directs its attention to him, stumbling quickly his way. Clyde fires, hitting the zombie in the hip. With the zombie still coming at him, Clyde decides to whack it to the ground with the shotgun. He then rushes to the dumpster, looking inside.

***Clyde:*** *Edward!*

***Edward:*** *Clyde? You came down?*

***Clyde:*** *We are FRIENDS, Edward. That is what friends are for--*

The zombie Clyde had failed to kill snarls loudly behind him. Clyde spins around, yelling as he holds the zombie back, shoving it away.

***Clyde:*** *Back, demon!*

Clyde aims his shotgun at it again, and this time, he nails the shot. The zombie drops dead.

***Clyde:*** *A- a miracle! It’s amazing!*

He turns around, reaching into the dumpster and helping EDWARD REMAR out. He also makes sure to grab Edward’s cane for him.

***Edward:*** *Clyde… Thank you.*

***Clyde:*** *Let’s get you out of this hell-hole!*

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**Scene #15**

**FOREST - EARLY EVENING**

JACOB FELDMAN trudges through the forest, looking back over his shoulder.

***Jacob:*** *Everyone make it?*

***Jon:*** *No sign of Randall? Curtis?*

Jacob shakes his head.

***Albert:*** *Where are we even going to go now? We’ve got - nothing.*

***Marcus:*** *Jim has a cabin. He mentioned it-- That’s where he and everyone else went - early. We’re joining them there. Regrouping.*

***Albert:*** *Alright.*

ALBERT HANSON looks back at the mall, and the smoke rising from it.

***Albert:*** *Gonna miss the mall…*

***Jon:*** *Curtis is out there somewhere - with Randall… right?*

***Marcus:*** *I trust that they’ll be okay. They can handle themselves.*

***William: (Nodding)*** *Both are strong.*

Jacob turns back to the forest, continuing to march forward. As they do, flakes of snow begin to fall from the sky.