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*“We were fighting for our lives long before this damn event.”* *—Quincy*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Helen McCrory as HELEN CULLEN

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Steven Ogg as STEVEN PHILIPS

Imelda Staunton as LESLIE STAUNTON

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Todd Soley as QUENTIN RICHARDS

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

**Co-Starring**

Iwan Rheon as ROGER HALL

Michael Mellamphy as DEXTER HALL

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

RANDALL FORSTER sits in cover behind a vending machine, a look of shock on his face, as he looks at Quentin’s corpse.

***Randall:*** *Fucking ‘ell.*

***William:*** *Keep your heads down!*

***Edward:*** *Where did it come from? The shot?!*

***William:*** *The balcony - second floor.*

***Felix:*** *Fucking shoot back at them for FUCK’S SAKE!*

***Randall:*** *I’ve not got enough bullets!*

Across the plaza, MICHAEL HALL, holding his sniper rifle, turns to his two sons.

***Michael:*** *Boys. Get over here, keep them pinned. They’ve entered our plaza.*

***Roger:*** *Of course, father.*

***Dexter:*** *Right, then.*

ROGER HALL and DEXTER HALL approach their father with sniper rifles of their own. They post up on the railing, aiming down the plaza.

ALBERT HANSON takes out his pistol, one that has no ammo left.

***Felix:*** *You gonna shoot a pistol with no ammo?*

Randall tosses a couple of bullets over to Albert, who then loads them into his magazine.

***William:*** ***(Looking at his hatchet)*** *Hatchets are, uh, okay for throwing.*

***Edward:*** *Poking your head up will get you sent straight back down MUCH faster.*

Dexter fires a shot near the group. It ricochets and flies off elsewhere.

***Randall:*** *Come out fuckers! Ya’ scared?!*

***Dexter:*** *Smug fucker…*

***Roger:*** *How about you! You come out, into the open, for us! You’re trespassing on our territory!*

Roger fires off another shot to scare them.

***Felix:*** *Fuck’s sake! We need to get up to the fucking security room.*

***Albert: (Annoyed)*** *You wanna go first?*

Felix frowns.

***William:*** *Randall - how many bullets do you have left?*

***Randall:*** *Uh… uh, seven.*

***William:*** *Right… right. Well - look after Felix, in case I don’t make it past this.*

***Randall:*** *Or just - don’t get up. Come on, we need to get to your security room. We need to make a break for it.*

***William:*** *It’s up there.* ***(He gestures to it)***.

***Randall:*** *Up the stairs, then. We dash.*

***Felix:*** *That’s suicide.*

***Randall:*** *I thought you wanted up!*

***William:*** *There’s what - how many of them?*

***Randall:*** *I think--three or four.*

***William:*** *We’ll die, too risky. They’ve got guns and ammo, more than we have.*

***Randall:*** *I can provide some cover fire.*

***William:*** *They have the element of surprise. For all we know, there could be an extra one guarding the stairwell. They’ve choked us out from it.*

***Edward:*** ***(Angered)*** *Well we’d better think of something quickly…*

***William:*** *Okay--everyone, do me a favour, yeah? Get Felix to safety, away from here. Just fucking leg it.*

***Randall:*** *What ‘bout you?*

***William:*** *I’ll-- uh, I’ll go later. I’ve got something to do. Now -- go.*

***Randall:*** *Nah, not without you--*

WILLIAM REYNES ignores him and runs out of cover, running towards the balcony where the snipers are positioned.

***Randall:*** *Ah, shit - up the stairs--*

Dexter fires at the exposed William, hitting him in the chest. William drops to the ground, motionless.

***Roger:*** *Good shot!*

***Dexter:*** ***(Laughing)*** *Good shit…*

Randall tosses Albert a couple more bullets.

***Randall:*** *I’ll run out and get him. You cover me, stop them from firing. I’ll help him up, and we all bolt upstairs, aight?*

Albert nods, finishing loading up the ammo.

***Randall:*** *Now!*

Randall sprints out of cover over to William, as Albert peeks out of cover and shoots towards the balcony, spooking the snipers. With the snipers ducking down, Randall is able to pick up William, and they all rush up the stairs, passing Quentin’s body.

After Randall and the others make it inside the security room, the snipers stand back up.

***Dexter:*** *That’s those little shits dealt with, anyway. Dirty trespassing bastards.*

***Michael:*** *You both did good. Your mother would be proud. Remember, boys. At all times - this is our territory. We’re doing what needs to be done.*

***Roger:*** *Of course, father.*

***Dexter:*** *Course, pa.*

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - AMERICANA CASINO**

DEAN HOWARDS stumbles through the Americana Casino, a bottle of whiskey in hand. He hears snarling coming from behind him, and he turns to see a zombie crawling towards him.

***Dean:*** *Get up y’fucking’ panszy-- I’m still walking, aren’t I?*

He tumbles into a slot machine, barely keeping on his feet.

***Dean:*** *Oh - that’s nice--*

He digs through his pocket and puts some money in, and plays the slot machine, before taking a sip of his whiskey.

***Dean:*** *Ahh… nothing like a good whiskey, huh, friend?*

The crawling zombie inches towards Dean, snarling loudly, and reaches out to him.

***Dean:*** *Hey-- hey, heyyyy, you can look, but not touch.*

Dean looks back at the slot machine and realizes that he’s lost.

***Dean:*** ***(Slurring his words)*** *Ohoh--- ohh, you took my money… you bitch. Bite me, fatass!*

Dean staggers back, as the zombie below him grabs onto his leg.

***Dean:*** *Hey, HEY!*

He kicks it off.

***Dean:*** *Man, I-- I’m not gay. Not into that, sorry. Not that there’s anything wrong with that b--but y’know…*

Nearby, another zombie walks out of a bathroom, growling and reaching out towards Dean.

***Dean:*** *Hey that’s not very poli--*

Dean suddenly vomits all over the place, before going right back to drinking.

***Dean:*** *Woo-- damn. That’s--that’s not cool--*

The crawling zombie approaches Dean once more.

***Dean:*** *You know-- I love you too--but… I am a lone wolf.*

With several more zombies now following him, Dean stumbles down the casino. As he’s going along, a man is seen running down, zombies chasing him.

***Unnamed Man:*** *HELP! PLEASE--HELP! HELP ME!*

A zombie tackles the unsuspecting man from the side, bringing him down. Dean watches as the man is ripped apart while screaming for help. Dean chuckles, not understanding what’s happening.

***Dean:*** *You’re-- funny guy…*

He walks off into a different casino.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

The boys make it inside the security room, where RANDALL FORSTER hurries inside the waiting room, setting WILLIAM REYNES down on the couch. HELEN CULLEN rushes in behind him.

***Helen:*** *Oh fuck-- Owen - Owen!*

A sleepy OWEN GLIEFIELD rubs his eyes, looking over.

***Owen:*** *Huh--what’s wrong?*

***Randall: (Panicked)*** *Shot-- shot.*

Owen gets to his feet quickly and hastens over to William.

***Randall:*** *Quentin - got sniped outside… I’m Randall, by the way.*

***Owen:*** ***(Frowning and shaking his head)*** *W-- I told that goddamn kid…*

Owen opens up his medkit, beginning to treat William.

***Owen:*** *Were you able to get anything else-- this isn’t gonna last long. Maybe a week.*

***Helen:*** *God-- Quentin - what happened to him? Sniped by who?*

***Randall:*** *By this fuckin’-- this gang.*

Owen examines William’s wound quickly, before beginning to clean and stitch it up.

***Owen:*** *It went through, good. At least it’s not like Clayton’s shot.*

***Helen:*** *He’ll - he’ll live, yes? William--*

***Owen:*** *Not much blood lost… He should be fine. Well - from what I see.*

***Helen:*** *Where - where is everyone?*

***Owen:*** *Just in case - you got any blankets? I can’t let him go cold--otherwise he’ll go into shock.*

***Helen:*** *Yeah--yeah.*

Helen opens a cabinet, taking a few blankets and laying one over William.

***Owen:*** *Thank you. I’ll just quickly bandage him and put those over him.*

William coughs as his eyes open, the light blinding him.

***Owen:*** *You’re okay, buddy. You’re gonna be okay. Alright? Just keep calm.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN steps in, looking over at them all.

***Felix:*** *Helen.*

***Helen:*** *Well - look who’s finally back.*

William winces in pain, causing Helen to turn back to him and walk over.

***Helen:*** *Thank you, Owen.*

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

Helen kneels next to William on the couch.

***Helen:*** *You fulfilled your promise to me. Thank you. You brought that idiot back home safely. And I appreciate it.*

***William:*** *Yeah--of course… of course, I had to.*

***Helen:*** *William - where’s Jacob?*

***William:*** *He’s gone off with some - girl, Erin. He’s - into her.*

***Owen:*** ***(Handing William painkillers)*** *Here, take these.*

William takes them.

***Felix:*** *William. Uh - thank you.*

Before William can reply, Felix walks back out.

***William:*** *Well that’s mannerful.*

***Helen:*** *He’s not as bad when he comes around.*

***William:*** *He’s got a good person - somewhere deep inside him.*

***Helen:*** *Get some rest, William. And you too, Randall.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, thanks, ma’am.*

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

ALBERT HANSON stands out in the hall, keeping to himself. EDWARD REMAR glances over at him.

***Edward:*** *Nice place, isn’t it? I can see why all the morons hide out here.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah… I guess it is. You’re, uh, Edward, right?*

***Edward:*** *I am. I’m not - into being with a group. New to me. And you?*

***Albert:*** *Albert. And, well, I was with Jacob and the other people, but the horde caught up to me. I had to ditch them.*

***Edward:*** *That’s frowned upon by most, but I see it as a good thing. Why stay in such a dangerous situation with strangers? Your first and foremost priority - should always be yourself. Otherwise you’d die, and what’s the point in having your life be game over, so others get to beat you? Now - I’ll be slipping off, I’ve seen quite enough here. Good day, Albert.*

***Albert:*** *Uhm-- yeah, same to you.*

Edward limps out of the security room.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ATLANTICA CASINO**

DEAN HOWARDS wanders through the Atlantica Casino, bodies laying all around. One of the bodies, a woman, Dean takes notice of.

***Dean: (Still slurring his words)*** *Napssss-- naps are good… You come here often?*

Getting no reply, Dean continues on, but soon realizes his whiskey bottle has run dry.

***Dean:*** *Oh… Oh - well, I understand… I understand-- I CAN’T HAVE ALCOHOL, HUH? CAN’T HAVE A DECENT DRINK! WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!* ***(He sticks his middle finger up)***

Dean staggers around, dropping and shattering his empty bottle, before vomiting all over the floor ahead of a zombie. The zombie slips, and cracks its head on a slot machine. Money sprays out of the machine. Dean grins, and runs over, picking up all the money he can.

***Dean:*** *I LOVE YOU, GOD! I LOVE YOU! I’M RICH BABY, I’M RICH! YESS! I’M SO RICH I-- I COULD WIPE THIS WITH MY ASS AND NOT CARE! OHOOHO, I’M RICH!*

Zombies begin to pour out of areas around the casino, drawn by Dean’s yelling.

***Dean:*** *MY MONEY! I SAID MINE! I got-- all this money. I could buy all the--all the…*

Dean vomits again, this time onto his newly acquired money.

***Dean:*** *I’ll clean that later…*

A zombie that was once a woman approaches Dean and falls on top of him. Dean struggles to keep her from biting him.

***Dean:*** *WOAH-- WOAH, HEY! HEYYYYYY - Heyyyyy, that’s not cool… Come on. You know - you’re kinda pretty, aren’t you. Maybe we can share the money.*

The zombie scratches at Dean’s suit.

***Dean:*** *HEY - I… I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT!*

He throws the zombie off him. For a moment, as he’s looking at the zombie, he sees his ex-wife.

***Dean:*** *You… you - you bitch. You--left me. You left me… for him. He wasn’t--he… he wasn’t that great. Was he?* ***(He looks at other zombies stumbling over)*** *Well, I see you--got other men. You moved on. Well-- I… I’m moving on. And - and I won’t talk to you again! And-- I’ll delete your number too! AND - I-- I’ll change my relationship status to… to single! Get blocked on facebook! I love you! I mean-- I don’t love you!*

Dean stumbles off further into the casino.

***Dean:*** *I just want whiskey…*

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

CLYDE ROLLINS comes swaggering into the room, where WILLIAM REYNES is laying down, and HELEN CULLEN and OWEN GLIEFIELD are watching over him.

***Clyde:*** *Ah - dear, William. So good to see you’ve survived your injury. A true soldier, like myself in my sci-fi film from just two years ago, “Destination”.*

***William:*** *Well, truth be told--I’d rather be dead* ***(He coughs)***. *The pain is the worst part. And - oh, yes--Destination, my personal favourite.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, very good, very good. So - what was it that actually harmed you?*

***William:*** *A sniper rifle.*

***Clyde:*** *A shame I wasn't there! I happen to be an excellent attribute in such intense situations. I would've known the exact method to prevent your injury!*

***William:*** ***(Sarcastically)*** *I’m sure - you seem like--the exact resourceful guy we need on the battlefield…*

***Helen:*** *So, what would you propose we do to tackle a group of snipers, Clyde?*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, well - guns for a start.*

***Helen:*** *We all know that, Clyde. It’s getting guns that’s the problem. William, what was the situation on the gun store?*

***William:*** *There’s a group of--merchants. They run Seon’s and the gun store. They give out food and resources, along with guns for task completion. Trading.*

***Helen:*** *And how are they on giving out guns? Is it worth trailing over there to ask politely? We need to be fast-thinking here.*

***Clyde:*** *Well… When I arrived here for the premiere of my film “The Banshee”, I did have maximum security--four men--each with a pistol.*

***William:*** *A pistol?*

***Clyde:*** *They stored them in the lockers in the movieland - which I have the key to--right here* ***(He holds it up, grinning)***. *It’s a nice key. I wanted to keep it. Look.*

***Helen:*** *And you’re telling us this - now?*

***William:*** *Where did you send them to, if I might ask?*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, I sent them off to get us food but-- it didn’t work out so well.*

***Helen:*** *Clyde, where is this locker?*

***Clyde:*** *In one of the many back rooms… somewhere. But those guns for SURE, are there. I know it.*

***Helen:*** *Well, Clyde. Your resourcefulness on the field is going to come in handy. We’re going out.*

***Clyde:*** *W-we?*

***Helen:*** *Did you not just tell William of your skills? And you’re also the only one who knows where the locker is. You’ll be a valuable asset. I can already tell.*

***Clyde:*** *Ah, yes, I’ll be… great.*

***William:*** *I can - stand. I’ll come with-- keep you guys safe…*

***Owen:*** *No. You need to rest.*

***Helen:*** *No, William. You’ll stay put.*

***Owen:*** *If you go--you’ll start getting sick, might rip your stitches. Trust me, you’re better off here.*

***William:*** *Fair point.*

***Helen:*** *Owen, stay here with him.*

***Owen:*** *Not planning on going anywhere.*

***Clyde: (To Helen)*** *And we’re going--now?*

***Helen:*** *Yes.*

***Clyde:*** *Very well! Wish me luck, friends, for I am preparing to go on a perilous adventure.*

RANDALL FORSTER, CLAYTON FREEMAN and FELIX QUARTERMAN come walking in just as Clyde is finishing his sentence.

***Randall:*** *G’luck.* ***(He realizes who Clyde is)*** *Oh shit-- I’ve seen tons of your movies.*

***Clyde:*** *Haha, I get that quite a lot.*

***Clayton:*** *I would go with, but my shoulder needs healing.*

***Randall:*** *I’ll sit this one out too.*

***Felix:*** *You’re leaving already, Helen? I just got back.*

***Helen:*** *And now you’re important. You’re in charge of the office. The cameras. Repair the radios, too. As many as you can for when I get back.*

***Felix: (Nodding)*** *I won’t fail you.*

***Helen:*** *Well, you’ve certainly changed. I’m proud of it. I’ll be back before you know it.*

Helen and Clyde step out of the room.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ATLANTICA CASINO**

Three criminals: QUINCY ATHERTON, MONICA REYNOLDS and CURTIS VAN HORN, come walking into the Atlantica Casino in a hurry.

***Curtis:*** *--All I’m saying, Quincy, is we have bigger problems than money right now. Guns for a start, for christ sake.*

***Monica:*** *Curtis, honey. Quincy knows what he’s doing.*

Nearby, DEAN HOWARDS stumbles around, looking for more alcohol. After vomiting up more, he slumps down, beginning to mumble something.

***Dean:*** *Dean-- You had a chance brother--you blew it. Wh--I blew it? Just like… just like Wendy blew Ben, right?! Blah, blah, blah. Maybe y’did blow it. But she was always… mmmm. Ben Mulligan--Bennie. She called him Bennie…*

Quincy and the other criminals take notice of Dean.

***Quincy:*** *Who the fuck is this drunk bastard?*

***Monica:*** *Oh, honey- it’s just a sad pathetic loser.*

***Curtis:*** *Both of you, lay off.*

Curtis approaches Dean.

***Curtis:*** *Hey, buddy? You need a hand?*

***Dean (Looking up at him)*** *Dad? Dad--is that you? I know… I said I was gonna get married. I’m s--*

***Curtis:*** *Oh my good lord.* ***(He kicks Dean in the shin)***

***Dean:*** *HEY, HEY! WATCH IT--*

***Curtis:*** *Get the fuck up, or I’m leaving ya’ here.*

***Monica:*** *Hehe.*

***Quincy:*** *This ain’t worth it, Van Horn. We ain’t here to make damn friends.*

Dean tries standing up, but slips and falls over.

***Dean:*** *Owwwwwwwwwww…*

***Monica:*** *Quincy’s right, let’s go.*

***Dean:*** *WAIT-- Hey - hey.*

***Curtis:*** *Buddy, do you know where the gun store is? Do you mind if I call you buddy? Great.*

***Dean:*** *Uhhhh, gun store? Uh-uh… no gun store. Liquor store… I want--I want whiskey.*

***Curtis:*** *Nah, there IS a gun store. It’s just a matter of where.*

***Dean:*** *Yeahh… Oh, oh… Uhhhh, gun store… Gun store? Sound that out for me. I didn’t pass the spelling bee-- I’m sorry. Hey-hey. Dad-- I need beer. Just a little whiskey. How about… I give you a deal. If-if you get me some liquor--I’ll buy you ALL the guns in the world. A  mini-gun with fireworks on it. Yeahhhh, a little bow on top too.*

***Quincy:*** *We ain’t bringing this damn looney with us, Van Horn. Let’s go.*

***Dean:*** *Wait - woah. What… What's that word? Loon--ey?*

***Quincy:*** *You gonna mock me?*

An angered Quincy storms over to the drunk and grabs him by the collar.

***Dean:*** *Woah--hey, hey…*

***Quincy:*** *You apologize right damn now!*

***Dean:*** *I’ll-I’ll have you know-- I… I didn’t-- I’m wearing glasses. You wouldn’t hit a man with glasses?*

***Monica:*** *Babe! Calm down. Calm down, he’s not worth it.*

Quincy lets go of Dean. The drunk then pokes his eyes, feeling for his glasses.

***Dean:*** *Oh wait - no… No glasses. I HAVE NO GLASSES?!*

***Quincy:*** *I thought I’d worked with some pretty damn annoying people, but this guy takes the cake.*

***Curtis:*** *He’s gonna take that literally.*

Dean falls over, mumbling to himself again.

***Dean:*** *Hey--Ben. Bennie. How’s Wendy’s lips? They’re pretty dry--eh?* ***(He frowns)*** *No - they weren’t. I fucked up, didn’t I…*

He looks down the casino, where a liquor store is.

***Dean:*** *I’d give it all away for a pint.* ***(He looks back at the criminals)*** *Hey - hey. Take me with you. I need a home--for today.*

***Quincy:*** *Tell you what. We’ll get you a home. We’ll help you. We’re gonna go find the gun store, and we’re gonna take what we can from it. You help us do that - you get some weapons.*

***Curtis:*** *He’s gonna get himself killed on the way there.*

***Quincy:*** *You wanted to approach him, Van Horn! So he comes with us!*

***Dean:*** *But - but… It sounds fair. Alright, I’m-I’m coming aboard!*

***Monica:*** ***(To Dean)*** *What is ya’ real name, honey?*

***Dean:*** *My--my name? Uhh…*

***Quincy:*** *You gonna ignore my girl?*

***Monica:*** *Oh, Quincy! You shouldn’t!*

***Dean:*** *N-- I, uh… Call me Tommy?*

***Curtis:*** *We’ll call you “buddy”. And you’ll give me someone to speak to who aren’t these two* ***(He gestures to Quincy and Monica)''***. All they wanna do is fuck and kill. So don’t upset ‘em.

Curtis chuckles, nudging Dean jokingly, causing the drunk to stumble a bit.

***Quincy:*** *Damn pussy. Now - we gotta find a map of the place.*

***Dean:*** *You… you’re trying to--trying to make me cry! Well… it’s working. I lost my damn whiskey-- I lost my-my money. And you… You hit me like a fiend! How dare you…*

Dean staggers around before suddenly changing the topic.

***Dean:*** *I vomited on three women today. Four of them tried to give me a blowjob. I am-- I am a hero! I am your savior… Now bow before me! I am--your leader!*

He vomits onto the floor in front of them, groaning in pain.

***Curtis:*** *Alright, alright - before we head out, we gotta wake him up a bit. So - taking turns?*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, yeah. I agree.*

Quincy steps forward and throws a punch into Dean’s face. The drunk hits the ground hard, more confused than anything.

***Curtis:*** *My turn.*

Curtis punches Dean next, and Monica laughs while Dean grabs at his face in pain. After laying on the ground for a bit, Dean slowly rises back up, before noticing the criminals once again.

***Dean:*** *Who--who the fuck… I got no money - don’t rob me. I… I--*

Dean takes out his wallet, where he sees a photo of his recently divorced ex-wife. He frowns, putting it back away.

***Quincy:*** *You gonna wisen up now?*

***Dean:*** *W-who even are--* ***(His memory comes back)*** *You-you two hit me! That is… That's--*

***Curtis:*** *You wanna know our story, huh?*

***Dean:*** *Of course I do - you hit me!*

***Curtis:*** *Professional criminals. We’ve been all over the world, my man. You know what makes a good professional criminal? If you make shit tons of cash, and you’re not known. Because if you’re not known, you’re doing a good job.*

***Dean:*** *Crimina-- wait… I-I don’t wanna be guilty by association. I… I’m a business broker--I can’t. I can’t do this. No--I’ll be arrested. I’m sorry.*

Shaking his head, Dean starts walking off, but Quincy yanks him back.

***Quincy:*** *You’re helping us with that gun store.*

***Dean:*** *W-- I didn’t agree to this…*

Quincy steps forward, towering over Dean, anger growing. Dean shivers in fear.

***Dean:*** *On second thought-- of course! I will--totally help you two.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, that’s good.*

***Monica: (Angrily)*** *Three.*

***Dean:*** *Three-- sorry, love, I can’t count-- uhhhh… can I grab a drink?*

***Monica:*** *Uh - hear that, Quincy? He called me love.*

***Quincy:*** *You like my girl?*

***Curtis:*** *Oh, for Christ’s sake. Ignore them, buddy. They are teasing you.*

Curtis takes Dean by the shoulder, leading him away, as Quincy and Monica make out.

***Curtis:*** *We’ll get you suited up.*

***Dean:*** *Oh… oh.*

***Curtis:*** *So - weapons for ya’. Find something and come back to me. And you better come back.*

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

HELEN CULLEN and CLYDE ROLLINS step out into the main hall, preparing to depart. They step over to the vent, where Helen opens it up.

***Helen:*** *Alright, Clyde - in.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, yes - standard procedure of course.*

ALBERT HANSON glances over at the two just as Clyde hops in. Helen notices him.

***Helen:*** *Oh - you’re new, how rude of me. Hello, I’m Helen.*

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

***Helen:*** *Welcome to the security room - you can make yourself comfy in the waiting rooms… or come with us to get guns to tackle these snipers.*

***Albert:*** *A mission? That sounds fun.*

***Helen:*** *The snipers are going to be a pain, and we need them dealt with. Clyde here has a gun locker.*

***Clyde:*** *Indeed, indeed.*

***Albert:*** *I could tag along if y’all want.*

***Helen:*** *That’d be great, the more the merrier. Come on.*

They all climb through the vents to the roof. One short trip across the roof and down the elevator later, they step out into the storage room.

**Scene #8 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

***Clyde:*** *Well, this has been truly marvelous. Let’s just make sure this is - a quick trip.*

***Helen:*** *Why’s that?*

***Clyde:*** *Oh - well, we all know the danger of these things.*

***Clyde:*** *Your expertise will guide us, I’m sure.*

Across the storage room, an empty can is tossed aside, followed by another one.

***Helen:*** *Someone is here?*

***Clyde:*** *Oh! We should get to cover!* ***(He hides)***

***Helen:*** *Oh my… Clyde, god damn it. Come back.*

***Clyde: (Stepping back out)*** *I was just… testing you.*

ROBERT MORGAN steps out from behind a few crates.

***Helen:*** *Hi there. I’m Helen. Helen Cullen. This is Albert, and, uh - Clyde’s a known man but, this is Clyde.*

***Robert:*** ***(To Clyde)*** *I-- I know you! How did you all get here?*

***Helen:*** *We come from the security room.*

Albert points back to the elevator they stepped out of.

***Helen:*** *You didn’t notice?*

***Robert:*** *Forgive me, forgive me. I’m sick - I have the flu. My brain is a fucking hassle right now* ***(He coughs)***. *I advise not coming near, it’s contagious. I came here to get fucking meds, but then this shit happened.*

***Helen:*** *You’re sick?*

***Robert:*** *Yeah, fucked up.*

***Clyde:*** *We-we don’t know the limitations of this virus, people! He could be a danger! With all due respect, of course. But being safe is better than being sorry. One of my field tactics* ***(He puts his hands on his hips)***.

***Robert:*** *Sir, I assure you, I am not infected with--whatever the fuck that is. I’ve been sick for three weeks. I’m near the end of it, anyway.  Not as contagious in its endgame. Where are you folks off to, anyway?*

***Albert:*** *To get guns.*

***Helen:*** *We’re going to the movieland, Clyde has a locker. There’s - snipers in the Entrance Plaza. Causing our group some trouble--killed one of ours.*

***Clyde:*** *Truly a tragedy.*

***Robert: (Angrily)*** *They killed--my sister. And my two friends…*

***Helen:*** *I’m sorry to hear that. You - can help us. Unite against- a common enemy.*

***Robert:*** *Yeah, yeah -- okay. Anything is better than living in a fucking-- fuck it, doesn’t matter.*

***Clyde:*** *Now that is like my movie “Chivalry”, when the elves and the humans put aside their differences, due to my negotiation skills being oh so successful. The common enemy of the orcs - were no match.*

***Robert:*** *Sounds wonderful.*

***Albert:*** *Then I suppose we shall get moving?*

***Robert:*** *Yes, yes, you’re right. I’m an electrician - if that makes me seem any more useful.*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

HELEN CULLEN, CLYDE ROLLINS, ALBERT HANSON and ROBERT MORGAN step out into Paradise Plaza, where it’s slowly beginning to be cleared of any wandering zombies.

***Helen:*** *I see the movieland, not too much of a stretch for us. We can make it.*

***Robert:*** ***(Muffling a cough)*** *Sorry if I, uh, attract any of the fuckers.*

Robert approaches a zombie, gripping a small knife he takes out of his pocket.

***Robert:*** *So how do you kill them? I keep stabbing them over and over again, but nothing happens--*

***Albert:*** *The brain. Go for their head. It’s the only thing that kills them I think.*

***Robert:*** *Ah, yes, smart man--smart man, thanks. Watch.*

He grabs onto the zombie and slits its throat.

***Robert:*** *Nothing happens… But let’s see.* ***(He stabs it in the head, and the zombie collapses)*** *There we go--yeah, thanks.*

***Albert:*** *They just-- it’s weird how these things work. Not even a stab to the heart kills them. It has to be the brain.*

**Scene #9 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - COLBY’S MOVIELAND**

The survivors enter the movieland studio, closing the doors to ensure no zombies follow them in.

***Albert:*** *Cool place…*

***Helen:*** *Now it’s your job, Clyde. Find that damn locker. We’ll guard the door.*

***Clyde:*** *Uh - yes. Yes--*

The moviestar rushes off around a corner to search for the locker.

***Robert:*** *If it’s a lock, and you lost the key, I can, uh - fry it open.*

***Albert:*** *Pretty sure he has the key though--*

***Helen:*** *He has the key. Right, Clyde?*

Clyde appears from around the corner, a frown on his face.

***Clyde:*** *I appear to have… Lost the key…*

***Helen:*** *Oh my fucking god.*

***Albert:*** *Come on…*

***Helen:*** *As useless as it gets. Just as well we met this stranger.* ***(To Robert)*** *Can you help out?*

***Clyde:*** *The, uh, locker is - just there* ***(He points)***.

***Robert:*** *Yeah - yeah, sure.*

Robert kneels down in front of the locker and crafts himself a device using spare batteries and wires in his pockets to melt the lock.

***Robert:*** *It’ll take a minute or two, apologies.*

***Albert:*** *That’s alright.*

***Helen:*** *Thank you for this.*

***Robert:*** *Of course--of course.*

***Clyde:*** *Unfortunate that - I lost the key. Of course it’s--not my fault. Obviously something beyond my control has happened.*

Eventually the lock falls off, a puddle of hot metal liquid below it. Robert carefully opens the locker, where he lays eyes on pistols.

***Robert:*** *Oh -- oh Jesus, pistols. Is that what you came for?*

***Helen:*** *It is.*

She walks over and swiftly takes the four pistols.

***Helen:*** *Thank you. This is going to help us. Alright, boys - get ready, we’re going back.* ***(To Robert)*** *Would you like to come? We have enough space.*

***Robert:*** ***(Coughing)*** *Yeah -- yes, please. A place to rest would be--lovely.*

***Helen:*** *Great. Let’s move.*

***Clyde:*** *Of course!*

The survivors depart from the movieland.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ATLANTICA CASINO**

Still drunk and unwell, DEAN HOWARDS wanders through the casino plaza, searching for a weapon he can use. At one point he hears a chewing sound and is horrified to see a zombie munching down on a corpse.

***Dean:*** *WHAT THE FUCK--WHAT WAS THAT-- No, no, no, no - none of that, no. I’m just drunk--yeah, yeah. Drunk - drunk loser. I need a moment.*

He roams around some more, eventually finding himself inside a liquor store. However, most shelves are empty.

***Dean:*** *You’re kidding me!*

An angered Dean picks up an empty glass bottle and smashes it against the wall. He then realizes that he can use the glass as a weapon.

***Dean:*** *Weapon… I GOT A WEAPON--*

As he’s exiting the store he slips and lands awkwardly. He struggles to his feet as the criminals stroll over.

***Quincy:*** *How ya’ doing, buddy?*

***Curtis:*** *You ready to help with the job?*

***Monica:*** *Boys, are you sure he’s worth it?*

***Dean:*** *Uhh… I won’t be arrested, right? I got a job - I got money to make. I, uhhh - I got money to spend too. I got--stuff, you know?*

***Quincy:*** *I’d hope not. We were laying low from the cops when this whole damn thing started, but then we saw the cops walking real slow. They’re all dead. Everyone seems to be damn dead. But they are walking - alive. The dead are alive. Beats me.*

***Dean:*** *W-- dead? Started?*

***Monica:*** *Babe, I don’t even think he knows what’s going on. It’s a wonder he’s even alive.*

***Quincy:*** *Well ain’t this just a special case.*

***Dean:*** *I’m still alive-- ‘cause I’m not dumb.*

***Curtis:*** ***(Explaining to Dean)*** *The dead walk the earth - feast on whoever they see. You get bit - you appear to turn. Our boy, Lenny. Good guy, effective ban robber. He got bit by a banker. After a few minutes Lenny was trying to do the same to us.*

***Monica:*** *Ugh, the poor soul. He never got his cut.*

***Quincy:*** *None of us got our cut. Me and Monica - we were gonna take our money from the job and head to Vegas. Our dream is to live a quiet life. Some of us are brushed into crime. It’s not a choice - but it grows on you. You make a lot of money, and all ya’ gotta do is shoot some pigs. So tell me, Buddy. Will you be joining us on raiding an empty store for weapons to fight the dead?*

***Curtis:*** *Never thought I’d hear that.*

***Dean:*** *I mean-I mean… Undead? Feasting? I don’t wanna get - feasted on. Of course! I’m no idiot. My name is-- uh, it’s… You can call me Buddy, what the hell. It’s fine.*

***Curtis:*** *Great, so let’s get going.*

***Quincy:*** *Ain’t got no time to lose.*

***Dean:*** *Hey but you say like-like feasting--they eat you?*

***Quincy:*** *They do.*

The group moves through the plaza now, heading in the direction of the North Plaza.

***Quincy:*** *Watch this, buddy.*

QUINCY ATHERTON raises his sledgehammer and brings it down onto a zombie, crushing its head.

***Monica:*** *Aha, amazing work, babe!* ***(She claps)***

***Dean:*** *Oh boy--*

Dean vomits again, and groans more in annoyance. He steadies himself and continues moving.

***Curtis:*** *You see this, I’m stuck with a bunch of damn morons. You see my situation, buddy?*

***Dean:*** *Yeah-- I… I… Can we grab a drink soon? Okay - okay, let’s just go actually - I can drink later.*

***Monica:*** *Before we go, hold up, I gotta go use the restroom.*

***Quincy:*** *Be careful, baby girl.*

***Monica:*** *Of course.*

MONICA REYNOLDS skips off towards the bathrooms, as Dean tries warning her against it.

***Quincy:*** *She knows how to handle herself. We all do. We were fighting for our lives long before this damn event.*

A minute later, Monica comes back out of the bathroom, blood now splattered on her.

***Monica:*** *There was one in there, and I got him, babe!*

***Quincy:*** *That’s my girl.*

A concerned Dean turns to CURTIS VAN HORN.

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

***Dean:*** *Well I-- she looks… Very happy.*

***Curtis:*** *She fights off the dead, as we all do.*

***Dean:*** ***(To Quincy)*** *Good for you two…*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, I know. Now let’s get to this gun store.*

They leave the Atlantica Casino.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

HELEN CULLEN, CLYDE ROLLINS, ALBERT HANSON and ROBERT MORGAN walk through Paradise Plaza on their way back to the security room.

***Robert:*** *This is -- the most fun I’ve had -- in two days* ***(He coughs)***. *Thanks, guys.*

***Helen:*** *How’s that?*

***Robert:*** *Boring life. I’m--a freelance electrician, rarely get a case.*

***Albert:*** *You think your job was boring?*

***Robert:*** *Yeah--very.*

***Albert:*** *I sat in a video game shop all day.*

***Robert:*** *Surely you had - comics, or something to read.*

***Albert:*** *That was the one good part of the job.*

***Robert:*** *Even then, that’s a luxury.*

**Scene #11 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - NIGHT**

They arrive on the roof of the mall and begin heading towards the vents. Clyde walks faster than the rest.

***Helen:*** *In a hurry, Clyde?*

***Clyde:*** *Well - yes, we ought to get to work on--dealing with the snipers.*

***Helen:*** *Oh, so you’ll be helping?*

***Clyde:*** *No, no, I shall - sit this next one out.*

***Helen:*** *A shame we’ll miss out on that field experience.*

Dizzy from his sickness, Robert almost tumbles off the roof, but Helen grabs him.

***Helen:*** *Easy there.*

***Albert:*** *Watch yourself-- don’t fall.*

***Robert:*** *I’m beginning to think this is--tuberculosis. Fuck dying like that -- both falling and tuberculosis.* ***(Jokingly)*** *I’d rather kill myself.*

***Albert: (Chuckling)*** *I would too.*

They make it to the vents and climb down into the security room.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN and ERIN MONROE stroll into the Casino Plaza (which is relatively clear of any zombies), where Jacob looks around, surprised.

***Jacob:*** *How didn’t I know this place existed?*

***Erin:*** *Well, it’s only connected to Paradise and the North Plaza, it was added as an inbetween, though most of it is underground. Guess they just wanted to stop kids from getting down here* ***(She shrugs)***.

***Jacob:*** *It’s pretty fucking fancy if I do say so myself.*

***Erin:*** *It’s never actually fully opened like the North Plaza, apparently. Though it was busy during the nights, as expected. A whole lotta people lost their savings down here. It made the mall damn fortunes, according to my friend.*

***Jacob:*** *Huh…*

***Erin: (Smiling)*** *So. Which casino?* ***(She grabs his hand)***

***Jacob:*** *Just--whichever one you want.*

***Erin:*** *How about… Atlantica.*

***Jacob:*** *I… whichever you think.*

***Erin:*** *Well, what kind of a mood are you in? Where do you wanna go?*

***Jacob:*** *Wherever you go.*

***Erin:*** *Okay then, okay.*

She leads Jacob towards the Atlantica Casino entrance, where they run into QUINCY ATHERTON, MONICA REYNOLDS, CURTIS VAN HORN and DEAN HOWARDS.

***Quincy:*** *Is that two more damn people?*

***Curtis:*** *It’s a mall, bound to be survivors.*

***Monica: (Waving at them)*** *Hiya!*

***Erin:*** *Oh-- hello.*

***Jacob:*** *Aye.*

***Dean:*** ***(To the criminals)*** *You said there was undead--living. Do they pretend to be alive or… Cause there seems to be a lot of -- alive people.*

***Quincy:*** *No - these are survivors* ***(He sighs)***.

***Dean:*** *Are you guys fucking with me? Did-did I pass out again?*

***Jacob:*** *A drunk?*

***Curtis:*** *That’s a correct assumption, friend.*

***Dean:*** *Hey-hey… I will have you know -- I am better than all of you. I… I make more--* ***(He looks up at Quincy, who’s growing angry)*** *sorry, actually… Sorry.*

***Jacob:*** *So what’s all your deal?*

***Quincy:*** *Lookin’ for the gun store. Can you help us out?*

***Jacob:*** *Depends on your reasoning.*

***Quincy:*** *It’s a troublesome time. Nothing wrong with wanting some guns, right?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah… Only there’s quite a lot of us in this mall. Don’t want guns going out to the wrong people.*

***Quincy:*** *Well, I’m getting them one way or another, and then I’m leaving. So we’re doing it with or without you and your girl.*

***Jacob:*** *Oh she’s not--*

***Quincy:*** *Ah, still reaching that point, huh? On some date at the casino, lookin’ to get some. I already got mine* ***(He looks at Monica)***.

***Curtis:*** *This place is underground, right? That’s why there’s less dead ones.*

***Erin:*** *Less dead ones, yeah.*

***Dean:*** *Couldn’t you just give them a catchy name? Like rotter--or… ooo, better like, uhhh -- slow cunts? Something good like that.*

***Erin:*** *Biter?*

***Quincy:*** *Lurker.*

***Dean:*** *Excuse my cursing - sorry.*

***Curtis:*** *We’re not children, buddy. Your cursing does not bother a bunch of criminals.*

***Jacob:*** *Oh wow - criminals. I’m an English teacher.*

***Dean:*** *Hey--wait, wait. I am not a criminal. I am a business broker. I swear -- I haven’t done any crimes. I haven’t--robbed. I haven’t thieved. I can give a statement - swear to it.*

***Monica:*** ***(Cheerfully)*** *Yeah, he just tags along with the criminals, and he’s gonna help us loot the gun store.*

***Erin:*** *Loot it? There’s good people trading from there.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, well - they surely got some to spare. They gotta share. We’ll leave them what they need.*

***Curtis:*** *We just need stuff too. And if you all help, you’ll also get some.*

***Erin: (To Jacob)*** *I don’t like this.*

***Jacob:*** *We don’t seem to have much option in stopping them.*

***Quincy:*** *Smart man.*

***Dean:*** *These guys aren’t bad! Well-- I met them like…. Uhhhh, huh, feels like I met them ten seconds ago…*

***Curtis:*** *So - where’s the gun store?*

***Erin:*** *North Plaza. If you’re doing this - we want some guns.*

***Quincy:*** *Then you gotta come along.*

***Jacob:*** *Then we will.*

***Monica:*** *Yay! This is quite the party!*

***Quincy:*** *Shall we get a move on to this North Plaza, then, folks? Get ourselves some guns.*

Erin points towards a stairwell.

***Erin:*** *See that stairwell? Leads right up to the North Plaza.*

***Dean:*** ***(Nonchalantly)*** *I used to shoot my brother with a BB gun.*

***Erin:*** *…That’s nice. Why?*

***Jacob:*** *I gotta ask the same thing.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t, uhhh… I guess why not? It was for--a very logical reason. I assure you. Very logical… In fact, it was a mutual fight, yes.*

***Curtis:*** *Come on, buddy. Keep telling as we walk.*

***Quincy:*** *You’re actually interested in his stories?*

***Jacob:*** *I know I am. He’s a curious bloke.*

They begin heading towards the stairwell.

***Erin:*** *What are all of your names? I’m Erin, this is Jacob.*

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

***Curtis:*** *Curtis, Curtis Van Horn.*

***Monica:*** *Monica.*

***Dean:*** *I am… I’m…*

***Monica:*** *You don’t remember your name?*

***Jacob:*** *Oh my.*

***Dean:*** *Oh! Dean Howards. Yes. Business broker.*

***Jacob:*** *How’d you forget?*

***Dean:*** *I, uhh… I’m a very busy man* ***(He smiles, nodding)***. *I have a lot of thoughts… Business broker. Mr. Howards, yes!*

Dean holds his hand out to shake Jacob’s hand, but realizes that there’s dried vomit all over it.

***Dean:*** *Oh--yeah, uh…*

***Quincy:*** *Right…*

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

HELEN CULLEN and the others finally arrive back in the security room.

***Clyde:*** *Well that - was lots of fun, but I’ll be resting now.*

He walks off into the waiting room. Just then, FELIX QUARTERMAN comes storming out of the office towards them.

***Felix: (Directed at Robert)*** *Another fucking new person?*

***Helen:*** *Calm it, Felix. We got the guns.*

***Felix:*** *And now what? You go out and take on - three of four armed snipers--with handguns?*

***Helen:*** *We move them from the Entrance Plaza…*

***Felix:*** ***(Sarcastically)*** *Yeah, sounds great.*

***Robert: (Coughing)*** *I’m -- not useless. I’m an electrician* ***(He coughs again)***.

***Felix:*** *Who’ll be dead to a cough before he makes it outside.*

***Robert:*** *Very -- very funny.*

ALBERT HANSON and ROBERT MORGAN head into the waiting room.

**Scene #13 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

As Albert and Robert step in, RANDALL FORSTER waves over to them from his chair.

***Randall:*** *Sup, fuckas! How’d it go? Oh - hi there* ***(He nods to Robert)***.

***Albert:*** *We got the guns.*

***Robert:*** *Howdy -- howdy, partner* ***(He coughs)***.

Helen enters the room, the four pistols in hand. Felix slowly walks in behind her.

***Helen:*** *Alright, boys. It’s time we head out there and give these assholes a taste of their own medicine.*

***Randall:*** *Fuck yeah!*

***Albert:*** *We're gonna kill these assholes* ***(He grins)***.

***Felix:*** *All of you, uh - be careful out there.*

***Helen:*** *It’s just us three, so…*

She hands out a pistol to Albert and Randall, keeping two for herself. Albert and Randall retain their own pistols from earlier on as well.

***Helen:*** *Two each. We’ll need to learn how to duel wield quite quickly.*

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

***Randall:*** *Ey, police officer here. I’m gonna fuckin’ tank ‘em.*

Albert practices holding up both pistols at the wall.

***Albert:*** *I think-- I think I can do this.*

***Helen:*** *We can try… We can try.*

They head out into the hallway.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA SECTION #2**

JACOB FELDMAN and the others step out into the North Plaza, where it’s still crowded with zombies.

***Quincy:*** *Woo- that’s a damn bunch.*

***Erin:*** *Oh my… yeah, this plaza is crowded.*

***Jacob:*** *I almost died in here.*

***Erin:*** *Let’s - try to prevent that from happening again, yeah?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, I like that idea.*

***Quincy:*** *Prepare to get bloody, folks. Make sure Buddy here don’t go wandering off.*

***Dean:*** *Bloody? Well--this is a very, very expensive suit. The shoes alone are at least five-hundred. My fanciest dress shoes! And--*

QUINCY ATHERTON slams his sledgehammer down onto an approaching zombie.

***Dean:*** *OH-- OH DEAR! THE HORROR--*

The others begin to move through the plaza, slicing, beating and hacking away at zombies in the way.

***Erin:*** *Here.* ***(She hands Dean her spare knife)*** *Take it, and destroy the brain- remove the head, or destroy the brain.*

DEAN HOWARDS takes it, but only holds it in his hands frightfully as the others in his group fight their way closer and closer to the gun store.

***Quincy:*** *Alright folks, I see that gun store! Let’s push through!*

After battling through a few more zombies, they barge into the gun store.

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA/THE HUNTIN’ SHACK**

TEDDY POWELL stands up from the counter, alarmed at the intruders who just fell into his store. He grabs his shotgun and points it at them.

***Dean:*** *WOAH - HEY, HEY -- STOP! NO MORE!*

Dean flinches in fear, covering his face.

***Teddy:*** *All of you - you all here to steal from me?*

***Dean:*** *I’M NOT HERE TO STEAL! I JUST--*

***Quincy:*** *Nah, we’re here to ask you politely to share your collection.*

***Curtis:*** *You give us a few firearms, some ammo, and we’ll be on our way.*

***Monica:*** *And quickly, or you’ll have a horde pouring in here to devour you, and you’ll have no chance!*

***Teddy:*** *I give out guns to trusted survivors! I don’t just give them out to anyone - or it’ll create danger for people in the mall!*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah? Well we ain’t residents in the mall.*

***Teddy:*** *Don’t make it* ***(He keeps aim)***.

***Quincy:*** *You shoot one of us, what happens next?*

***Dean:*** *How about we - ease the tension. No more--okay? Yeah, let’s calm down… yeah. Put our weapons down. No need to wave that around* ***(He gestures at Teddy’s shotgun)***.

***Jacob:*** *I agree with--with Dean here. Look--Mr. Gun--these people - they just want some weapons, and to be on their way.*

***Teddy:*** *I need to keep them for trading! For my own people! Damn it, at least give me something in return.*

***Monica:*** *Your life? You’re welcome.*

***Teddy: (Frowning)*** *People - are counting on me.*

***Quincy:*** *Lower that gun, friend. And we’ll - discuss this… together. We’ll sort something.*

***Teddy:*** *You won’t betray my trust?*

***Quincy:*** *Nah, man. I won’t. I’ll make sure you get out of this alive. I promise you that.*

Teddy slowly lowers the shotgun.

***Quincy:*** *Atta boy.*

Quincy rushes forward and knocks Teddy out with two hard punches to the face.

***Curtis:*** *God damn it, Quincy.*

***Dean:*** *HE-- HE WAS JUST--*

***Quincy:*** *I promised him he’d make it out of this with his life. Is he dead?*

***Monica:*** *Oh, get over it you babies. He left him alive. He’ll wake up fine. We’ll be gone. No problems.*

***Dean:*** *No, no -- this isn’t morally right. I…*

Dean heads towards the door, which has a horde of zombies outside it.

***Quincy:*** *Don’t you dare. An entire horde will pour in here. Not wise.*

***Curtis:*** *Step back from the door, buddy. You’re getting a gun too. So keep that in mind. You can take first pick. Go on.*

Dean steps away from the door, frowning.

***Dean:*** *But--we can’t - we can’t steal from him here. This is--*

***Jacob:*** *I’m taking a few - for my group.*

***Quincy:*** *You do what you need to do, friend.*

Dean grabs a glock from within the store, feeling dirty about it. He pockets the gun.

***Dean:*** *I don’t even like guns, I just…*

He trails off, as Quincy, CURTIS VAN HORN and MONICA REYNOLDS begin throwing all types of weapons and ammo into their duffel bags. ERIN MONROE and Jacob do the same.

***Quincy:*** *This is gonna keep us going… Alright!*

***Erin:*** *We’ve got what we need.*

***Quincy:*** *And see - he’s still got full stock! Literally none of these have been used, buddy.*

***Jacob:*** *To be fair, there’s still plenty to go around. They are just worried about us being a threat. And we already met his allies. They’re good people. They won’t mind.*

***Erin:*** *Leslie isn’t gonna be happy. I had one conversation with that woman, and it was when I met her. She’s nice, but I know that happiness has to have some shit under it all.*

***Curtis:*** *Yeah, well, we won’t be here to meet Leslie. We’ll be going now. Lovely to meet you, buddy.*

***Monica:*** *I hope we cross paths again, but we’re going off elsewhere.*

***Quincy:*** *Yeah, shopping mall ain’t for us.*

***Dean:*** *Huh? What do you mean-- you’re all just - gonna leave me here? With the horde?*

***Quincy:*** *I’m sure Jacob will take good care of you.*

***Jacob:*** *We will. We have a security room. We can take you there for safety.*

Dean nods slowly, looking at the criminals.

***Dean:*** *It was - a pleasure.*

***Quincy:*** *Maybe we’ll meet again, some day. Maybe you’ll see all criminals aren’t pure evil.*

***Curtis:*** *Just looking out for each other.*

***Monica:*** *A dysfunctional family.*

***Dean:*** *That is unless you guys get eaten--* ***(He laughs awkwardly)***.

***Quincy:*** *We’re less likely to get eaten than you* ***(He chuckles)***. *Good luck, buddy.*

Dean nods to them.

***Curtis: (To Erin)*** *Where’s the nearest exit?*

***Erin:*** *Down the North Plaza a bit, fight to it, and you’ll be out.*

***Curtis:*** *Thank you. Good luck to you all.*

***Monica:*** *Toodles!*

The three criminals burst through the front doors, pushing away the zombies and running off.

***Dean:*** *I was just - galavanting with criminals… I’m a criminal scum. I…*

***Erin:*** *Wait - before we go.*

She walks over to Teddy and sits him up safely.

***Erin:*** *Should we leave him a note for when he wakes up - that we’ll pay him back?*

***Dean:*** *Yes - of course! And--*

Dean takes out the gun he pocketed and sets it back onto the table.

***Dean:*** *I’m no thief.*

***Jacob:*** ***(To Erin)*** *Yeah, go for it. Erin, you got neat handwriting?*

***Erin:*** *You’re an English teacher, wanna try your luck?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah* ***(He grins)***.

The English teacher takes a sheet of paper from off the store counter and removes a pencil from his pocket.

***Jacob:*** *Uh - I’ll just write that… “Sorry for taking the guns, we’ll pay back, and those people there weren’t gonna settle for it otherwise.”*

***Erin:*** *Great.*

***Jacob:*** *Alright, Dean. You ready to head to our safe room?*

***Dean:*** *Safe room? Of course. Can we stop at the liquor store fir-- maybe tomorrow…*

***Erin: (Nodding)*** *Maybe tomorrow.*

They step out of the gun store.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE and DEAN HOWARDS come jogging back out into the Casino Plaza after fighting through the North Plaza. Dean stops in his tracks, staring at the nearby liquor store.

***Erin:*** *We’re going to Paradise Plaza, Dean. Come on.*

***Dean:*** *Well - alright.*

***Erin:*** *Maybe our date can happen another time, Jacob.*

***Jacob:*** *Our--date? It’s a date?*

Erin looks at him.

***Jacob: (Grinning)*** *Yes, our date. Yes, let’s - let’s go.*

They head up into Paradise Plaza.

**Scene #15 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

The crew enter Paradise Plaza, where Jacob bashes in a zombie’s head with his bat.

***Dean:*** *FUCKING CHRIST--*

***Erin:*** *You’ll need to get used to that, Dean. And you will.*

***Dean:*** *Are you all just fucking bat shit insane…?*

***Jacob:*** *I knew a guy like you, though - he wasn’t drunk. Quentin. He’s back at our place, you’ll meet him. He was this - squeamish guy. But then he - he came out and saved our lives just earlier. He stepped up.*

***Erin:*** *And good on him.*

***Dean:*** *Quentin… ehh, too Shakesperian. Strange name. Don’t like that.*

Suddenly, a cough is heard, followed by a man yelling in anger in the near distance.

***Steven:*** *God damn fucking sick FUCKS!*

Dean flinches, looking towards the man.

***Dean:*** *Is he--is he with you?*

***Jacob:*** *No - but we know him. Hobo! I said our paths would cross again!*

***Erin:*** *Oh, it’s him.*

***Dean:*** *You say that like - he’s, uhhhh… Y’know…*

***Erin:*** *He’s a little psychotic? But he’s on our side. I think* ***(She shrugs)***. *In fact, I have no idea.*

***Dean:*** *Yes I could tell… mhm…*

Just as STEVEN PHILIPS is making his way over to them, EDWARD REMAR appears from around the corner with his cane. He limps over to them.

***Edward:*** *It always seems to be here I meet with you. And look at this! It’s the dirty washed up hobo! The gang is back together.*

***Steven:*** *Love you too, hoppity cripple.*

***Edward:*** *Isn’t this pleasant?* ***(Edward holds up a shotgun in one of his hands)*** *Look what I found.*

***Steven:*** *Ain’t that beautiful. A man and his shotgun.*

***Edward:*** *I’ve been wanting to go back to those snipers and give them a taste of their own bullets for what they did to us. I don’t have friends, but Quentin didn’t deserve that.*

***Jacob:*** *Qu-- what?*

***Edward:*** *Oh Quentin? He had his brains blown out. Right in front of us. See - a bunch of snipers think they own the Entrance Plaza. As someone who roams the plazas regularly, those snipers CANNOT stay.*

***Erin:*** *Then let’s fucking get them.*

***Edward:*** *I agree* ***(He pumps his shotgun)***.

***Steven:*** *What else happened - you guys try to fight them?*

***Edward:*** *Oh, well we actually formed a big team, WIPED OUT the convicts in Leisure Park. Things were going a little too well.*

***Dean:*** ***(Awkwardly)*** *Well - well how about I get to the safe room first?*

***Edward:*** *Sadly for you, friend, it’s on the way there.*

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

***Jacob:*** *Let’s, uh, get ready to pass by I guess?*

***Edward:*** *We’ll think of something to take them down. Just come on!*

***Steven:*** *I’ll - charge up the stairs. Trust me on this, no--no worries.*

***Edward:*** *I’ll give you some cover. We have no time to lose, let us head to the plaza. I hear gunfire.*

The group heads towards the Entrance Plaza.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

HELEN CULLEN, ALBERT HANSON and RANDALL FORSTER quietly open the security room door to the Entrance Plaza and creep out.

***Randall: (Whispering)*** *Any second… Those aggressive cunts are probably gonna go pow.*

***Helen:*** *We’ll be ready.*

***Albert:*** *Gotta say - I’m a bit nervous.*

***Helen:*** *All of us should be. Or we’d be stupid.*

***Randall:*** *They could be anywhere - best cover is downstairs. I say we get down there, find out where we are. Find out where* ***they*** *are most importantly.*

Helen nods, and the three slowly make their way down the stairwell, keeping low. When they make it to the bottom, they all quickly move into cover. Across the plaza, MICHAEL HALL spies the three of them with his sniper scope.

***Michael:*** ***(To Roger and Dexter)*** *Boys. We have visitors.*

Looking down his scope, Michael notices Helen’s arm sticking out of cover. He fires a shot, hitting her. Helen screams, falling further into cover.

***Helen:*** *I’m fine! Just-- stay still!*

***Roger:*** *Lovely shot, father.*

Suddenly, EDWARD REMAR comes rushing into the plaza, holding his shotgun. Behind him are STEVEN PHILIPS, JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE and DEAN HOWARDS.

***Edward:*** *SNIPERS! Come out if you WISH TO PLAY!*

***Randall:*** *Oh fuck yeah.*

With the snipers distracted, Jacob, Erin and Steven hurry over to Helen and the others, whilst Dean hides away in fear. Erin lays down the bag of guns in front of Albert and Randall.

***Erin:*** *Come on, we were at the gun store.*

Each of them picks a gun.

***Jacob:*** *So - what’s the situation on these bastards?*

***Randall:*** *Bunch of pricks, really. Not much more to it.*

***Helen: (Holding her arm in pain)*** *A bunch of pricks, indeed.*

Edward makes his way over to the other security room survivors.

***Albert:*** *I think there’s about three of them.*

***Edward:*** *Then we can take them. Hobo, over here. Take a gun from the bag.*

Steven listens to Edward and picks out an assault rifle. As he’s doing so, all three snipers fire shots close to him. Steven opens fire back at them, forcing the snipers into cover.

***Roger:*** *What shall we do, father?*

***Michael:*** *Your brother will handle this. We need to restock on ammo.*

***Roger:*** *If we leave now, they’ll follow us, father.*

***Michael:*** *I am aware of that.*

Edward provides cover fire for Steven as he pushes up the stairs and towards the snipers.

***Michael:*** *Fuck- there’s too many of them, boys. Come!*

Michael and his son ROGER HALL sling their rifles over their shoulders and hurry away, whilst DEXTER HALL stays behind, opting to fight Steven.

***Roger:*** *Dex, come on!*

Dexter stands his ground just as Steven comes up to him. Roger and Michael have no choice but to leave Dexter.

***Edward:*** *Are those cowards - FLEEING? Gah!*

***Albert:*** *They’re scared of us.*

***Jacob:*** *Too many of us, hell yeah!*

***Helen:*** ***(In pain)*** *Ah… look, we’ve gotta get back to the security room…*

***Randall:*** *I’ll escort you, ma’am. Job’s done.*

***Jacob:*** *Erin - go with them--see what our place is about.*

***Erin:*** *Will do.*

The two of them escort Helen off to the security room.

***Jacob:*** *Ed - you haven’t considered staying with us. Why not?*

***Edward:*** *Don’t call me Ed. And you’re all morons. We just happen to have common enemies. Quite simple. I won’t be joining you any further on this occasion either. Good day, Albert. And you, Jacob.*

The crippled man begins to limp off, looking up at the second floor where Steven and Dexter have begun fighting each other.

***Edward:*** *Let them go at it.*

Dexter and Steven go at each other, throwing punches, kicks, and everything else they can. Dexter attempts to take down Steven with his knife, but he is outplayed by his opponent. Using his strength, Steven breaks Dexter’s arm, forces his mouth against the railing, and then stomps on his head, instantly killing Dexter. He proceeds to pick up Dexter’s corpse and tosses it over the railing, where it lands in front of Albert and Jacob.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

HELEN CULLEN is seated onto a chair in the waiting room, where OWEN GLIEFIELD begins treating her arm.

***Helen:*** *Well - that went well.*

***Randall:*** *Ey, at least you’re alive, ma’am. That’s the real thing that matters.*

RANDALL FORSTER smiles, turning and walking out. As he does, FELIX QUARTERMAN steps into the room.

***Felix:*** *Helen - you’re alright?*

***Helen:*** *I am. Where did your change of heart come from?*

***Felix:*** *I know you wanted me back here safely. It’s appreciated.*

***Helen:*** *Co-workers for six years goes a long way. I just want you to incorporate into this group. That’s all. Felix, there’s a good guy underneath the prick you put on display. Try harder to bring that out.*

***Felix:*** *I will. I’ll try. I promise.*

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA/SEON’S SUPERMARKET**

In her office, LESLIE STAUNTON looks up at TEDDY POWELL, her blood boiling.

***Leslie:*** *What?!*

***Teddy:*** *Here* ***(He lays Jacob’s apology note down on the desk)***. *They came in, a whole bunch of people, and they took half the stock - most of the guns.*

Leslie snaps a pen in anger.

***Leslie:*** *At least you’re alive, for starters. But this - is outrageous. Erin… she has been a customer here since the first few hours, she seemed trustworthy. All of these people - they’ve taken our kindness for granted. Robbed our store, knocked you out. Oh, how treacherous this is of them. I am frankly disgusted. Things like this - will not stand…* ***shall*** *not stand.*

***Teddy:*** *What are we to do, ma’am?*

***Leslie:*** *We’re going to take action. This mall is ours. It’s our rules people will follow. And it’s our guns people will be given under trust. Inside this mall - there are hundreds of survivors. Too many. Things in this mall are far worse than I’d feared. The dead roaming is one, and if we wish to set up for the long term--well, let’s be honest - the military aren’t coming. It’s a flicker of false hope. We need to set up our outpost, and we can’t have rivaling factions and people roaming around what’s ours.*

Teddy nods his head slowly.

***Leslie:*** *Get some rest, Teddy. We’ve got lots of work to do. Lots of work, indeed…*