Revelations/Transcript

*“Nah-- I don’t believe there’s a God. If there is, he’s just as dead as the rest of us.”* *—Jared*

**Starring:**

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Keira Knightley as CLAIRE NOBLE

**Guest Starring**

Joe Morton as ISAAC MOSES

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Jason Lee as LOLIDA WINDFIELD

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

Dan Aykroyd as ED ANDERSON

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**Scene #1**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CAFETERIA**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR looks across the table with a stone cold face. WILLIAM REYNES and KATE BLOODSTONE sit there, looking at him, speechless.

***Benjamin:*** *It’s all true.*

***Kate:*** *So we’re… sitting opposite one of the men responsible… Indirectly responsible… for ending the world?*

Benjamin nods.

***Kate:*** *Don’t you know if-- if there’s a way to stop this? To-- to cure it?*

***Benjamin:*** *I’d always intended once I was finished with Badrick to look into it. To try and find the men who did this and make them pay for it. But Edward and the others convinced me otherwise. Said it couldn’t be undone, said there was no fixing this, and that it had happened now. In truth, back when I was first here in Willamette, I planned to just take my daughter and return to Denver until Badrick threw a spanner in the works.*

***Kate:*** *Denver?*

***William:*** *The - capital.*

***Benjamin:*** *It’s where my company headquarters is located. I came to speak to you about it, actually. I just felt I had to explain all of that first. Which I’m sure you can relay to your people now. If you don’t have a place to go, or an idea of where to go from now, I plan to go to Denver. My building was in the middle of the city. I have no doubt it could’ve gone to hell, it could be ruined, but I have always planned to go back there.*

***William:*** *We’ll… come with. It’ll be a journey, but we’ll come with.*

***Kate:*** *Wait… I don’t just want to brush over everything you just said… At your headquarters… Do you have any more information on all of this?*

***Benjamin:*** *It’ll be there, I imagine. All of the documents and forms surrounding it, with proof of all of it, yes. If it hasn’t been taken or destroyed, that is. I was here in Willamette when the outbreak started for a business trip. I haven’t been to Denver. I imagine it’ll be full of the dead. Undoubtedly dangerous.*

***William:*** *It’s the capital - it will be jam packed.*

***Benjamin:*** *But if my building is still in one piece, then the trip will be worth it.*

***Kate:*** *We should talk to the others about all of this first. I mean, I’m still… processing it all.*

***Benjamin:*** *It can be a lot to take it.*

William stands up, dusting himself off.

***William:*** *I don’t see any reason for them to object. But I’ll speak to them regardless.*

William and Benjamin share a nod, before William turns to leave.

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**Scene #2**

**HUNTING MANOR - EXTERIOR - LATE AFTERNOON**

JON MATTHEWS perks his head up, hearing a gunshot coming from somewhere on the property. He starts looking around, and that’s when he notices the hedges moving around. Dozens of zombies from all along the hedge wall start to emerge, as if they’d been woken up. Jon steps away, seeing more and more zombies climbing out of the hedges.

Out front, ED ANDERSON and RANDALL FORSTER are witnessing the same thing.

***Ed:*** *Fuck - fuck! I’m gonna get that RV started! Get the others!*

Randall turns, breaking off into a sprint back towards the manor.

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**Scene #3**

**HUNTING MANOR - INTERIOR**

JON MATTHEWS sprints through the front doors of the building, slamming the doors closed behind. Zombies on the other side immediately start clawing and banging at the door. AUSTIN KINGSTON, who’s stumbling around the manor still holding onto the gun, looks over.

***Jon:*** *What the fuck did you do?*

***Austin:*** *I-- The gun went off by accident. It wasn’t me, man--*

***Jon:*** *Hold the door. You’re drunk.*

Jon steps forward, looking around the manor for a weapon. Austin grumbles, walking past him towards the door.

***Austin:*** *Whatever. I - had a little bit to drink.*

He puts his back against the door, grunting. Jon approaches a pristine axe displayed on one of the walls. He grabs the handle with both his hands and rips it off of its holder. He storms back towards the front of the house, looking at the endless wave of zombies through the window.

***Jon:*** *Fuck me. You really did a good job attracting the locals.*

***Austin:*** *Huh? It can’t be that bad.*

***Jon:*** *Only one way we’re gettin’ out of this.*

***Austin:*** *W-- What is it?*

***Jon:*** *Step back. And hope that you’re able enough to swing a weapon. Grab something off the wall.*

***Austin:*** *You do you… I got this gun, though--*

***Jon:*** *I’d rather you didn’t try to use a gun right now, that’s a recipe for a fucking disaster.*

Austin steps away from the door, and starts looking around for something. He finds a small hatcher, which he picks up. As he’s grabbing it, Jon swings open the front doors, letting the horde pile inside. Jon raises the axe and swings it into one of them. He tears it out of the zombie’s skull, and swings at another.

***Austin:*** *Woah… I will help!*

Jon continues slaughtering zombie after zombie, covering himself in blood. He grits his teeth, growing angrier. Austin drives his hatchet into a zombie’s head, before stepping back. He goes in to swing again, but this time the hatchet slips out of his hands after he swings it. Austin falls backwards. Jon backpedals, throwing his axe into a window, shattering it.

***Jon:*** *Come on!*

Jon leaps out of the window, while Austin scrambles to get up. He fumbles his way out of the broken window, slamming onto the ground. Jon grabs his hand, pulling him up.

***Jon:*** *Get the fuck up. We don’t have time for this.*

***Austin:*** *Okay - sorry.*

Jon shoves a lone zombie to the ground, before he continues around the side of the house, trying to make it to the front.

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**Scene #4**

**HUNTING MANOR - EXTERIOR - LATE AFTERNOON**

ED ANDERSON runs inside the RV, closing the door to it behind him. Zombies quickly move in to surround the vehicle, clawing at the door and at every window.

***Ed:*** *Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, okay, okay, okay, okay. You’ve got this Ed - it’s just a fucking key. A drive-- A key-- Where’s the FUCKING KEY? Right - right--*

Ed hurries towards a small cabinet that he’d left the key on, and grabs it. He sprints back to the driver’s seat, taking his seat.

***Ed:*** *Shit, shit, shit--*

He sticks the key in, and the engine roars to life. Ed grins in relief, before shifting it into reverse, and backing up away from the zombies.

Meanwhile, RANDALL FORSTER is running around the hunting manor grounds, which is now swarming with the undead. He jogs to a stop, breathless, his heart pounding.

***Randall:*** *Fuck sake…*

He pulls out his gun, aiming towards two zombies closing in on him, and quickly shoots them dead. He turns to aim at another one, unaware of another one sneaking up behind him. The one behind him closes in for a bite, before it’s knocked aside by JON MATTHEWS, who slices its arm off with his axe. Randall spins around, seeing him and AUSTIN KINGSTON.

***Randall:*** *Huh? Oh! Yeah, uh - thanks for that.*

***Austin:*** ***(Out of breath)*** *We-- We got to go.*

***Jon:*** *Terrific idea, Austin. Lead the way.*

***Austin:*** *No, no-- You’re the leader.*

***Randall:*** *Austin, you’re a cool guy in my book, but you’ve really fucked this one up for us, mate.*

Randall pops another zombie’s head off with his pistol.

***Austin:*** *Yeah, uh - tell me how shitty I am later--*

Randall drops another few zombies, before his gun clicks.

***Austin:*** *Let’s just - run to the backyard.*

Jon slices down another zombie, while Austin shoves another back. Suddenly, they see an RV speeding around the property, braking to a stop right next to them. Ed yells out the window to them.

***Ed:*** *GET IN! Come on!*

Randall and Austin hastily rush to get into the RV.

***Randall:*** *All this fucking running today, man. I’m not built for it.*

Jon stays outside the RV, swinging his axe left and right. Blood sprays everywhere, coating himself, the grass, and the side of the RV.

***Austin:*** *Jon - Jon, it’s time to go!*

***Randall:*** *Jon! Shit…*

Jon ignores them, driving his axe into another zombie’s head. Zombies start to circle the RV, forcing Randall to close the door.

***Randall:*** *Ed - Ed. Circle him, he can use the ladder.*

***Ed:*** *I can go by him once, but we’ll be sitting ducks if enough of those biters swarm this thing. We’d be stuck in the mud.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, yeah - just do it!*

Jon watches as the RV drives off, ramming down a couple of zombies in its way. Ed swings the RV around, bringing it back towards Jon, who’s still burying his axe into zombie after zombie. Ed drives up next to him, slamming into a zombie.

***Ed:*** *We can’t open the door! There’s a ladder on the back! Get to it!*

***Jon: (Calmly)*** *Yeah. Sure thing.*

Jon swings the axe into another zombie as he casually walks towards the back of the RV, where he sees a ladder attached to the back. He grabs onto it with one of his hands, and climbs up.

***Ed:*** *Are you on?!*

***Jon:*** *Drive! Just drive!*

Ed slams his foot on the gas, battering down a few more zombies, the RV bumping up and down as it drives open their corpses. As the vehicle drives towards the exit, Jon climbs up the ladder, breathless and coated in blood.

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**Scene #5**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ENTRANCE - FIRST FLOOR**

EDWARD REMAR stands in the entrance hall, watching as CLYDE ROLLINS practices swinging his bat. The front doors to the stadium have finally been cleared of zombies.

***Clyde:*** *What do you think?* ***(He swings again)*** *I’m getting pretty good.*

***Edward:*** *You’re swinging at the air, Clyde.*

***Clyde:*** *Well… yes… I guess it’s not a real opponent* ***(He chuckles quietly)***.

***Edward:*** *What about your pistol?*

***Clyde:*** *What about it? Very, uh, dangerous companion of mine* ***(He grins)***. *But-- I’m not worthy of it. Look at me* ***(He points at his missing eye)***. *I couldn’t shoot before, I certainly won’t have an easy time using it now.*

***Edward:*** *You managed to save my life with it. You shot a man in the head before he could kill me. And it’s not like you had time to aim.*

***Clyde:*** *A lucky shot, in truth. I just… panicked. I mean - of course I did. I vowed to protect you, and-- to think that I was as second away from losing you, well… That would drive anyone to - give it their best shot… no pun intended.*

***Edward:*** *I’ve never had a companion like you. Not even before all this. Not someone who would want to protect and value my life like that. I appreciate it, Clyde…*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, well, of course.*

***Edward:*** *There’s, uhm… something I wanted to ask you. Clyde…*

CLAIRE NOBLE bangs on the front door, trying to get a look through the doors, but can’t see anything because of the wooden boards on the other side.

***Lloyd:*** *You, uh… You think knocking is gonna - alert whoever might be here?*

***Claire:*** *Well, it’s being polite. Look, I don’t know - it’s a start.*

***Solomon:*** *Hopefully someone friendly opens the door.*

Clyde nervously takes out his pistol, approaching the front doors. Edward follows him.

***Clyde:*** *I’m only doing this to look intimidating, I’m relying on you to actually, uh - you know, make sure it doesn’t go wrong. Maybe it’s just a zombie…*

Clyde slowly opens the door, looking out.

***Clyde:*** *Oh!*

***Claire:*** *Well holy shit. You gonna open up for us?*

***Clyde:*** *Right this way!*

Clyde opens the door fully for them, waving them in. He takes notice of SOLOMON REED’s arm.

***Clyde:*** *I see your trip was successful! Good show, good show!*

***Claire:*** *Thanks. I’m glad you all made it here okay. I was…*

***Clyde:*** *Worried?*

***Claire:*** *What makes you think that?*

***Clyde:*** *Well… I was worried. That - maybe I’d die before you got here, or-- maybe your trip would go wrong… or…*

***Claire:*** *Well, yes, I was worried too.*

***Clyde:*** *Uh-- great, I mean-- Not great. Worrying is never good. It’s sometimes rather upsetting but I mean-- Great that you--*

***Claire:*** *Oh, just bring it in.*

Claire and Clyde hug, as Clyde grins.

***Clyde:*** *Well this is a pleasant surprise.*

Edward stares at them, before he turns around, hobbling out of the room.

***Clyde:*** *There’s a lot to catch you all up on… Badrick’s dead, we did it-- or, Edward did. And we’ve re-encountered some people we know - it’s all very exciting. Here, I’ll show you around, introduce you.*

***Claire:*** *That’s great, but…* ***(She turns to Lloyd)*** *You gonna come with? Take the tour? I implore you to try. Clyde, this is Lloyd. He helped us at the hospital. We wouldn’t have made it here without him.*

***Clyde:*** *Well - thank you, Lloyd. You’re a cunning man… boy. I’m sure you’ll fit in here well, especially if you’ve been alone. This world… It’s no good to be alone.*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah, uh… thanks… I’ll… I’ll come along for your tour.*

***Clyde:*** *Very great! Onward, onward!*

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**Scene #6**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE AFTERNOON**

Out on the pitch, WILLIAM REYNES is standing around, fiddling with the bandage around his arm. Near him is REBECCA DAWSON, who’s back on her feet, walking around slowly, nearly falling over a couple of times.

***Rebecca:*** *See… All is great. At this rate I’ll be able to walk to Denver.*

***William:*** *That’s awfully ambitious of you.*

***Rebecca:*** *Well, better to aim high.*

***William:*** *Aim for the moon, and you’ll land among the stars, right?*

***Rebecca:*** *Precisely. God, my dad used to say that all the time.*

***William:*** *Your dad was a wise man. But even he’d tell you that you gotta take it easy. No point stressing yourself. Enjoy your time off.*

***Rebecca:*** *I’ve been taking it easy for a while now. I’m ready to be up and about now. And I’ll need to be if we’re going to Denver.*

Rebecca slowly sits down onto a crate.

***Rebecca:*** *But yes… I know I need to take it easy. Do you know what you’re gonna say to everyone when you gather them? About-- Well,* ***everything*** *Benjamin told you?*

***William: (He sighs)*** *Honestly? No. No idea.*

***Rebecca:*** *Wing it. I doubt anyone will object to it, everyone seems to want to just get out of this town.*

***William:*** *I’ll miss it. Grew up here. So did Jacob.*

***Rebecca:*** *You’ll miss what it* ***was***, *but will you really miss what it is now? It’ll be good to get out on the road, breathe a little. Take in some fresh air.*

***William:*** *At least there’s that. All that’s left here is bad memories and ashes.*

CLYDE ROLLINS comes strolling out onto the pitch, showing CLAIRE NOBLE, SOLOMON REED and LLOYD WALLER around the place.

***Clyde:*** *See - look at this spacious zone we all love to sit out in.*

***Claire:*** *It’s… nice.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah, the open space is nice.*

William and Rebecca take notice of them.

***Clyde:*** *Don’t be alarmed, these are friends. They were with us before we came and met you here. I’m just - showing them around, even if we’re just figuring things out while we’re here.*

Lloyd steps past Clyde, looking over at William.

***Lloyd:*** *Mr. Reynes? Mr. Reynes…?*

William stands up, approaching Lloyd.

***William:*** *No - way…*

***Lloyd:*** *You-- I didn’t think I’d-- After the--*

***William:*** *We thought you were… dead. I would’ve come looking - if I knew you were still kicking.*

Lloyd frowns, as his eyes start to fill with tears.

***Lloyd:*** *Can we…*

***William:*** *Talk. Yeah. Come with me.*

William beckons Lloyd to follow him, as he walks off into the stadium.

***Claire:*** *Well… I’m glad this trip ended up being worth his time. I mean… he’s found someone he knows, which seems to seal that he’ll stay with us.*

***Clyde:*** *I couldn’t be happier* ***(He grins)***.

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**Scene #7**

**COLORADO RURAL ROADS - EVENING**

The RV speeds down the road, on its way back to the stadium. Inside, ED ANDERSON is behind the wheel. JON MATTHEWS, RANDALL FORSTER and AUSTIN KINGSTON are sitting quietly in the back. It’s been silent since they left the hunting manor. Ed glances back at them, and goes to clear his throat, breaking the silence.

***Ed:*** *Well, uh… We got an RV… but we - left the car behind. But, uh… not a bad… exchange.*

Randall slowly looks up at Austin.

***Randall:*** *What did you do, man?*

***Austin:*** *I, uh - shot the gun… I didn’t mean to though.*

***Randall:*** *I don’t believe you. I’d honestly just rather you told us the truth. You were in a state. You still are in a state.*

***Austin:*** *Fine, fine-- I got drunk - I still am, yeah. I took the gun - went outside, thought I would shoot at some zombies. That’s all, man.*

***Jon:*** *Y’see, he’s admitted to being a stupid fuck.*

***Austin:*** *Now, hey, hey - maybe that’s true… But--*

***Randall:*** *We’re lucky to have made it outta there.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, yeah - all of us are unharmed.*

***Randall:*** *That’s not quite the point though. We could’ve gotten a lot more out of that trip than we ended up getting. Place was a goldmine.*

***Jon:*** *I bet this next question will settle the score. Hey Austin.*

***Austin:*** *Huh?*

***Jon:*** *Still need to visit your bar? Because I think you already found what you were looking for.*

***Austin:*** *Uh - the bar… Yeah, I think-- I think I don’t need to go there.*

***Ed:*** *Well… at least you’re honest about that… It won’t waste our fuel but-- I think you have a drinking problem, dude. I mean when I met you, you were pretty drunk too, you didn’t even remember me.*

***Austin:*** *Drinking problem? Nah.*

***Randall:*** *He’s had a bit of a problem since we met him, yeah… It never really did get resolved.*

***Jon: (To Austin)*** *Do you even feel sorry for what you did? You haven’t said shit.*

***Austin:*** *Sorry - yeah, I guess. I am sorry, yeah. Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It won’t happen again - never.*

***Randall:*** *Well… Again, at least we’re all alive. And if you mean that, then that’s good with me.*

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**Scene #8**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - EVENING**

The RV pulls up next to the other vehicles, rolling to a stop. ED ANDERSON pulls the key out of the ignition, letting out a sigh of relief. RANDALL FORSTER stands up, stretching.

***Randall:*** *I’m stull fucking exhausted. Running like that has me dead.*

***Ed:*** *Hey, at least we get to tell everyone we found an RV. There are still positives in this.*

Randall steps down and out of the RV. Ed gets up out of his seat, stepping into the back of the RV, where he sees AUSTIN KINGSTON groaning, waking up from his slumber.

***Ed:*** *Wow, you managed to fall asleep. I envy you. I can never fall asleep while I’m on the road.*

Ed steps out of the RV, as JON MATTHEWS gets to his feet. He walks to the door, taking another look at Austin.

***Jon:*** *Nice one today, Austin.*

He steps out, as Austin sighs, getting up. Instead of leaving, he starts looking through all the cabinets, curious of what’s inside. When he opens one cabinet, his eyes meet a full stash of beer and other alcohol beverages.

***Austin:*** *My, my.*

Austin turns to look out the windshield, seeing Ed, Randall and Jon walking towards the front entrance. He freezes, thinking about their words for a moment, before he shakes his head, reaching into the cabinet, grasping a bottle.

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**Scene #9**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CAFETERIA**

In the cafeteria, LLOYD WALLER is sitting down at a table, looking at the ground. WILLIAM REYNES sits opposite him.

***Lloyd:*** *We were out on the road after everything that happened at the school. After Tony had - died to save us, it was my responsibility to protect Kyle and Bernie… and I couldn’t. They died. Because of me.*

William reaches across, putting a hand on Lloyd’s shoulder.

***William:*** *They didn’t die because of you. Don’t say that. I’m not gonna give you the atypical pep talk - you’re smarter than that. As hard as it looks, you gotta realize you have to accept the things you can’t change - and change the things you can. When Jacob died… I blamed myself like you’re doing now. I told myself that - I should’ve been able to do something. I should’ve been able to stop him. Sometimes now I even still think that. And it’s in times like those I have to step back and look at the bigger picture. I did my best.*

William takes out a small chocolate bar, sliding it across to Lloyd.

***Lloyd:*** *Do you think you succeeded?*

***William:*** *I didn’t succeed. Not by a long shot. But sometimes you just - can’t. You can’t win every fight. You can’t succeed in everything. But at least you can still try. If you knew they were gonna die, I know you would’ve fought tooth and nail to stop that.*

***Lloyd:*** *I was the one in charge. Calling the shots. And the decision I made… led to their deaths. Because I wasn’t capable of doing that.*

***William:*** *The decision you made was a decision anyone in your shoes would’ve made. You didn’t purposefully send them out to die, Lloyd.*

William nods to the chocolate in front of Lloyd. Lloyd reaches out to grab it, taking a small bite.

***William:*** *Don’t pin the burden on yourself. It wasn’t your fault. You’re a good kid, and you didn’t know what was going to happen. Now eat up. Get your energy back. You’ve had a hard few days. But they’re over now - you’re back where you belong. With us again.*

***Lloyd: (He nods weakly)*** *Thank you, Mr. Reynes. William. Thank you.*

***William: (He smiles)*** *Beat me to it.*

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**Scene #10**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - EVENING**

On the pitch, LAYTON ZIMMERS is sitting on a bench, looking down at a newspaper in his hands. He chuckles, flipping the page.

***Layton:*** *Classic, classic.*

He reads through another page, wheezing with laughter.

***Layton:*** *Ha!*

KATE BLOODSTONE, who’s walking by, stops to look at him.

***Kate:*** *Uh, Layton? Are you - reading the paper? I can’t blame you, it’s a fine way to pass the time -- reading about the problems of the old world, but… you’re laughing at it.*

***Layton:*** *Oh - yes, yes. These cartoon comic strips are hilarious! I used to read them all the time. I tell you, they exposed the government for a lot of things!*

***Kate:*** *Well, uh… if they make you happy, who am I to question it* ***(She shrugs, smiling)***.

***Layton:*** ***(He lowers the paper)*** *Kate… I sense something… is on your mind.*

***Kate:*** *There’s a lot on my mind. William’s going to tell you all soon. So… kudos, Layton.*

Across the pitch, JARED KELLINGS, DEAN HOWARDS, ALBERT HANSON and ALEX WEISS are sitting around, bored. Jared turns to look towards Kate in the distance, a grin appearing on his face. Layton, who’s looking over, takes notice. He whispers towards Kate.

***Layton:*** *Psst… Between you and me.* ***(He points at Jared, obviously)*** *I think he* ***likes*** *you.*

***Kate:*** *Uh… Yeah, I’m gonna… head inside and get William now.*

Kate turns, walking away. Jared lays back down on the ground, looking up at the sky, dusk setting in.

***Dean:*** ***(To Jared)*** *You believe in God?*

***Jared:*** ***(He sits up, looking over)*** *Eh-- depends on the god.*

***Dean:*** *You looked up at the sky* ***(He shrugs)''***.
***Jared:*** *I mean--*

***Alex:*** *There is no God in this world.*

***Dean:*** *So there’s a god in another world?* ***(He chuckles quietly)*** *God, that was a bad joke.*

***Jared: (To Alex)*** *Well, considering the circumstances, you’re probably right.*

***Alex:*** *And if there was a God, he’d be dead by now.*

***Jared:*** *Nah-- I don’t believe there’s a God. If there is, he’s just as dead as the rest of us.*

***Alex:*** *We aren’t really dead.* ***(He puts a finger on Jared’s face)*** *See? We are alive.*

Jared swats his hand away.

***Jared:*** *Don’t touch me, it’s weird.*

Ed, Randall and Jon come walking out onto the pitch. Ed and Randall approach the majority of the group, while Jon, still drenched in blood, walks straight over to Angela’s grave.

***Ed:*** *So, uh, we’re back… as you can, uh, see. Good news though, kind of-- I mean, we lost the car - because Austin got a little drunk… BUT! In exchange, we came back with an RV!*

***Layton:*** *Wow! An RV? I used to have an RV!*

***Jared:*** ***(Sarcastically)*** *Great job guys!* ***(He claps)***

***Randall:*** *Whenever we do hit the road now, at least we’ll have a little more space. I need to go fucking rest, I’ve never had to do so much damn running.*

***Dean:*** *I’ve been there.*

***Jared:*** *Haven’t we all?*

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**Scene #11**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - EVENING**

On the other side of the pitch, DANIEL ROCKWELL is sitting at a table with LOLIDA WINDFIELD and ISAAC MOSES.

***Daniel:*** *It’s weird, y’know? I feel awkward here now. Even though we helped these people, I still feel strange being with them. I mean - we’re the ones who -- imprisoned them. Literally. Hah.*

***Lolida:*** *Yeah… We didn’t imprison them. We were just pawns. Nathaniel was the one to make the order, not us.*

***Daniel:*** *I wasn’t a pawn, I can admit that. I knew what I was doing, I was just stupid enough to believe it was for a greater cause for a while.*

***Lolida:*** *Grant was… He was rather right. He was always right.*

Daniel looks down the field towards the rest of the group.

***Daniel:*** *I feel weird going over to those people. I mean it’s not as if they hate us. But… none of this has felt natural. I don’t feel like we’re part of their group. There’s always still the option that… we go off on our own. The three of us.*

***Lolida:*** *I hate to say it - but we wouldn’t survive out there. The world that we lived in-- The world that we knew is dead.*

***Daniel:*** *We can handle ourselves. The problem certainly isn’t capability.*

***Lolida:*** *This new world is ugly - it’s hard - it’s survival of the fittest, Daniel. I don’t think we are the fittest.*

***Daniel:*** *To fuck with that, maybe you aren’t* ***(He smirks slightly)***. *But I can handle myself just fine.*

***Lolida: (He chuckles quietly)*** *I’ll do whatever you want, Daniel.*

***Daniel:*** *I guess we can wait to see whatever these people plan to do. I spoke to their leader - William. He’s fine with us joining up, originally I said we could.*

***Isaac:*** *He seems more competent than Nathaniel. Now that’s a feat* ***(He grins)***.

***Daniel:*** *Yeah. Not saying much.*

***Lolida:*** *Yeah… But Nathaniel at first sight - he was like a god to us. And now look where we are.*

***Isaac:*** *He didn’t seem like a bad gentleman. I wasn’t there a whole lotta time but-- He did change. A lot, a lot he did.*

***Lolida:*** *You remember my son, right? Lance? Nathaniel fucked him over, but I still believed in him. Even after he was six feet under I still believed in Nathaniel.*

Isaac frowns at him, as Lolida shakes his head, sighing.

***Lolida:*** *I wish I didn’t believe in Nathaniel.*

***Isaac:*** *That was a different time. We didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into, man. Best we can do is just move on. I hate to say that, it’s the worst advice to give. It’s hard to put into words but-- It’s all we really can do.*

Lolida nods slowly, looking up towards Daniel. He nudges him slightly with his leg.

***Lolida:*** *What’s on your mind, boss?*

***Daniel:*** *I’m not your boss anymore. All that shit is gone. Get up, both of you. We’re gonna go over and see them all.*

Daniel stands, as do Lolida and Isaac.

As the three of them start to walk over, KATE BLOODSTONE comes walking back out onto the pitch with WILLIAM REYNES and BENJAMIN TAYLOR. Most of the group is back out onto the pitch, including MARCUS DOWNES and ALDUS PAXTON, who’d returned back to the stadium.

The group gathers around the center of the pitch, where William and Benjamin are standing at the front.

***William:*** *We’re - after getting a whole lot of new information on the virus. Specifically - about how it started. Benjamin met with a man called Cornelius Dance - a businessman. He came to Benjamin looking for funds in a supposed effort to cure cancer.*

***Randall:*** *Hold on. You mean - this Benjamin?*

William nods.

***Benjamin:*** *This Benjamin.*

***Randall:*** *Christ almighty.*

***William:*** *Cornelius lied to Benjamin - his funding was put into genetically altering a disease, and then releasing it upon the world. And that’s how - the world ended. Before any of you go crucifying Benjamin - it wasn’t his fault. He was lied to - he thought he was doing the right thing. Moving onto the main reason you’re all gathered right now - about where we’re moving. Benjamin came to me about a place in Denver, his old business headquarters. It’s well protected - it’s safe. It’ll do.*

***Ed:*** *…Well luckily… we found an RV out there. That can make up for - quite a few people on the trip.*

***William:*** *The rest can fit in the car - good work* ***(He nods)***.

***Layton:*** *Hold on, hold on… You mean - you mean-- you mean… Those of us here - in this small American town… This one, tiny town… in the whole world… The entire - spinning earth… Are the ones - of all people and places - who happened to find out how all of this started, and happened to meet the man who was part of it?! Us?! I… There’s-- no, no, this can’t be right. The… The government did this. It was an experiment of theirs that went wrong. I’ve pieced it all together time and time again!*

***William:*** *Yeah, yeah - okay.*

William turns to look down at Daniel, Isaac and Lolida.

***William:*** *As for you lot. You guys are welcome to stick around, join up with us.*

Daniel glances back at Lolida and Isaac. Lolida stays quiet, while Isaac nods with a smile.

***Daniel:*** *Yeah… Okay, we’ll come along. Thank you.*

***William:*** *Alright - lovely. So, we’re going to Denver. Pack up and rest up. We head out as earliest as possible.*

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**Scene #12**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - LATE EVENING**

Late that night, after William’s speech, ALBERT HANSON is out roaming the parking lot, hands tucked away in his pockets. The wind howls, a cold breeze washing over him. As he’s nearing the RV and the other vehicles, he hears something smash on the ground; glass. Albert narrows his eyes, approaching the RV.

***Albert:*** *Hello?*

He opens the door, stepping into the RV, where bits of glass crunch under his boots. He looks along the floor, seeing more bits of glass and spilled liquids, before seeing AUSTIN KINGSTON standing by a cabinet, grabbing another bottle. When Austin sees him, he stops.

***Austin:*** *Oh, uh - how ya’ doing, friend? I was just - cleaning up in here.*

***Albert:*** *Cleaning up… You’re in here getting drunk - again? After what happened at that hunting manor? I heard what happened.*

***Austin:*** *I’m not drunk… I’m just… maybe a little bit drunk. Okay - yeah, yeah. I’m drunk.*

Albert shakes his head, frowning angrily. He approaches grabbing the full bottle of alcohol out of Austin’s hands. He turns, approaching the RV door, where he chucks it outside. It smacks onto the pavement, smashing it open.

***Austin:*** *Hey! Hey, what’re you doing?*

Albert looks towards the cabinet, grabbing another full bottle, one of the last ones. He tosses it outside. It shatters upon hitting the ground.

***Austin:*** *What was that for, huh? You got a problem?*

***Albert:*** *What is wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed, others killed? Because that almost happened today from what I heard. You’re just a fucking alcoholic, Austin. Worthless, I tell you. You’re worthless. But, oh, you can’t live without a bottle, can you?*

Austin stares at him, not saying a word. Albert shakes his head, turning around. He steps out of the RV.

***Albert:*** *Fuckin’ worthless.*

As Albert walks away, Austin slumps back into a chair, frowning.

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**Scene #13**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ENTRANCE - SECOND FLOOR**

KATE BLOODSTONE stands by one of the windows, looking out, keeping watch. She hears a door open behind her, and takes a quick glance back, seeing MARCUS DOWNES. She turns back to the window, avoiding eye contact with him. Marcus approaches her, and stands right next to her, sighing.

***Marcus:*** *I’m sorry.*

***Kate:*** *You don’t have to be. I get it. You were mourning. You needed space.*

***Marcus:*** *I did, but… it was wrong to shut you out like that, for trying to help.*

He looks at her, but Kate continues looking ahead out the window.

***Marcus:*** *Kate… You do matter to me. You can help me. You mean the world to me. I’ve… never been good at - talking about this kind of stuff. I know that it can maybe… get a little lost in translation. But… I love you.*

She turns to face him, finally. And then leans in to hug him.

***Kate:*** *I love you too. And I’m glad you came back.*

***Marcus:*** *I just didn’t want to bother anyone, especially you, with my problems. So I shut down. I still hate that I never got to speak to them properly one last time.*

***Kate:*** *And it’s natural to feel that way… I’m going to be here to help you through it.*

***Marcus:*** *Thank you.*

Marcus leans forward, kissing her.

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**Scene #14**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE EVENING**

CLYDE ROLLINS sits by himself in the stands, his baseball bat propped up against a seat next to him. He leans back, taking in the silence.

CLAIRE NOBLE comes walking up to him, sitting beside him.

***Clyde:*** *Oh - hello.*

***Claire:*** *Hey. So I take it we’re joining these people on the road? On this trip to Denver?*

***Clyde:*** *You said ‘we’* ***(He grins)***.

***Claire:*** *Well, surely by now that’s no surprise to you. I’m not gonna turn my back on you now. Where else would I go? I’ve become quite used to considering you guys to be my group. And if you trust these people that you say you knew before, then I trust you on that.*

***Clyde:*** *Well… I can say that… I am very happy to hear that from you. And… I do think we should go. I even convinced Edward to stay with us.*

***Claire:*** *Great.*

***Clyde:*** *I do, uh… however notice… that you might be taking a liking to me. The* ***dashing*** *Clyde Rollins.*

***Claire:*** *In all his glory* ***(She smirks, jokingly)***.

***Clyde:*** *Yes, well…*

***Claire:*** *I think it’s mutual, isn’t it?*

***Clyde:*** *Yes. That.*

Clyde looks ahead, as Claire leans her head on Clyde’s shoulder. Clyde smiles lightly, still looking ahead.

Across the pitch, EDWARD REMAR is standing in a doorway, looking at Clyde and Claire. He frowns, turning away, and heading inside the stadium, into the halls, where he stops, closing his eyes.

***Benjamin:*** *You don’t seem very pleased.*

Edward opens his eyes, looking over at BENJAMIN TAYLOR, who’s sitting on a chair in the corridor by himself.

***Edward:*** *Neither do you.*

***Benjamin:*** *I’m sure a lot of people here now have quite the impression of me. Being that they know everything. That I was a gullible, desperate fool before all of this, and was partly responsible for causing it. It’s funny to think that sometimes. That all the misery in the world and the way it’s fallen apart, killing billions, is partly my fault.*

***Edward:*** *When you put it like that, it is pretty funny to think about.*

***Benjamin:*** *I suppose we both have an odd sense of humour.*

***Edward:*** *Well, if you lead these people to safety, and maybe some proper answers in Denver, I’m sure they’ll think no less of you.*

***Benjamin:*** *You initially convinced me not to pursue it anymore, to go after the men who did this, to try and find them.*

***Edward:*** *To not go on that goose chase across America? I still think it’s a bad idea. It’s not exactly easy to travel anymore.*

***Benjamin:*** *No. It isn’t. But I had thought at the time it was because you had your sights set on Badrick. On killing him. Like me.*

***Edward:*** *Oh, I did. But I also had no desire or care for your initial mission. The world before was nothing to me. At least in this… I feel rather free. Nobody cared for me before, and I can’t say I cared for many people either. I don’t care for a chance to change the world, it’s already destroyed anyway.*

Edward turns, starting to walk away.

***Benjamin:*** *So when… What do you want, Edward? What have you seen in this new one besides freedom that makes you want to pursue something in it…?*

***Edward:*** *…I never said there was anything else I wanted.*

***Benjamin:*** *It seems rather obvious there probably is.*

Edward glances at him for a moment, before continuing to walk away, a look of shock on his face.