That Sweet Temptation/Transcript

*“You can’t help someone that doesn’t want help. It’s as simple as that.”* *—Alex*

**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

**Also Starring**

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Keira Knightley as CLAIRE NOBLE

Thandiwe Newton as ANGELA JAEGAR

**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**

**FOREST - PATHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON**

A zombie stumbles onto the pathway ahead of them, its jaw hanging on by a threat. It turns to face CLAIRE NOBLE and SOLOMON REED, raising one of its arms. Claire swiftly approaches it and stabs it in the head. She steps over its corpse, walking along with Solomon.

***Solomon:*** *I’ll just, err… watch our backs for now.*

***Claire:*** *We’ll be lucky here if we find anything, let-alone a prosthetic that’ll work for you.*

***Solomon:*** *To pass the time on this walk, what did you do before this stuff?*

***Claire:*** *I worked as a receptionist for an office. It wasn’t anything exciting, I’d always had bigger dreams before I settled there. It all went to shit from there. Wilbur encountered me at my lowest point. And I just decided to roll with him.*

***Solomon:*** *I’m sorry for your loss.*

***Claire:*** *He never spoke much about his past, or who he was. All I know was that he set up and directed different jobs for criminals.*

***Solomon:*** *I actually owned a strip club or whatever people call them these days.*

***Claire:*** *Why would we call them anything different these days?*

***Solomon:*** *They usually say, and I mean no offense, but a titty bar or a gentlemen’s club. But yeah - it was nothing fun besides seeing a lot of new people. Then some guy burned down the place. And I met these people who saved me, then we fought a cult. And then I left them - as Texas is big.*

***Claire:*** *Sounds like you had quite the adventure.*

***Solomon:*** *It sure has been an adventure. But I hope Edward and them are safe.*

***Claire:*** *Yeah… I do too.*

***Solomon:*** *Once we finish what we came looking for, then we head to the stadium. And I hope it goes well…*

***Claire:*** *Mhm… That’s the plan, Solomon.*

**Scene #1 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE AFTERNOON**

The two of them step out of the woods, seeing the hospital across the street. A large group of zombies are roaming in the parking lot, surrounding the front entrance.

***Solomon:*** *We could, if they get too close, throw something at a car, hope the noise will make them move. Since it’s two versus a bunch of dead people.*

***Claire:*** *Yeah. That’s our best bet. We still don’t know how many could be in there, though. We’ll just have to be cautious inside.*

Claire bends down and picks up a rock. She looks towards an ambulance sitting in the parking lot.

***Claire:*** *Let’s hope this works. If it does, and when they start to clear, we need to move quickly and get inside. Ready?*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah.*

Claire throws the rock towards the ambulance, cracking a window. She picks up another heavier stone and tosses it at the side of the vehicle. It clunks off the metal side, creating a loud noise. A few zombies wander over to investigate the sound, but not enough.

***Claire:*** *Oh fucking hell. We’re dealing with a group too large to stray away. Fucking thick bastards.*

***Solomon:*** *Hotwire a car, maybe… and play frogger - that’s another idea. They can’t open doors, so they’d just be run down.*

***Claire:*** *No, let’s… Let’s just go around back - or at least try to. They could completely surround us in a car. We could get trapped… Especially if it breaks down.*

***Solomon:*** *Fair point indeed.*

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE HOSPITAL - BACK ENTRANCE - LATE AFTERNOON**

CLAIRE NOBLE and SOLOMON REED walk around the side of the building, approaching a fence. Five zombies are seen staggering around on the other side.

***Claire:*** *It’s much more quiet… We can dispatch the small group that’s standing out back and head in from there. No guns. We don’t want to draw those assholes from the front around to us.*

***Solomon:*** *Don’t worry, that’s only if it’s in a plan.*

Solomon takes out his knife, as does Claire. She rattles the fence, alerting the five zombies behind it over to them. The zombies walk over to the fence, falling against it, snarling. Solomon and Claire stab all of them through the fence. When it’s clear, Claire starts to climb over. Solomon puts away his knife and starts climbing too - though it’s a much more difficult task for him with one hand.

They walk around to the back of the hospital, and try opening the back doors, but they’re locked.

***Claire:*** *Things just aren’t working out today.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah…*

She sighs, and approaches a window along the back wall.

***Claire:*** *What I’m about to do - could end up being very stupid, but we don’t have much of a choice.*

Claire takes out her pistol, and bashes it against the window once, then again, and again until it finally shatters. She pushes off the remaining glass shards from the window frame, then waits.

***Claire:*** *It might’ve drawn a few on the inside.*

They stand there quietly for a moment, but there’s no sounds from the inside.

***Claire:*** *I think it’s clear. Let’s just be quick and quiet in here. Grab what we can and get out.*

She grabs onto the ledge of the window and climbs in. Solomon follows behind.

***Claire: (Quietly)*** *Alright… Do you know where to look for what you need?*

***Solomon:*** *No… When I got here I immediately went to the bus station and met Clyde and Edward. But - probably the surgery rooms, I dunno.*

***Claire:*** *This is a big place, Solomon… And I have no idea where to look. We’re just going to have to hope we get lucky in our search… Come on.*

They walk down the hall, keeping their eyes peeled, until they come to a reception area. Solomon keeps a lookout while Claire rummages through some papers. Eventually, she finds one paper stating that there was a patient due to come in to get a prosthetic right arm -- exactly what Solomon needs.

***Claire:*** *We need to get to the third floor.*

***Solomon:*** *I was about to say use the elevator, but that’d be stupid. We use the stairs.*

The two of them start heading down the hallway, approaching a stairwell.

***Claire:*** *I don’t like how quiet it is here…*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah, it definitely fits the creepy bill.*

Claire opens the door to the stairwell, and is stunned to see at least thirty zombies squeezed inside.

***Claire:*** *SHIT--*

She tries closing the door, but one zombie immediately lunges out of the stairwell. More zombies swarm out behind it.

***Claire:*** *RUN - SOLOMON, RUN!*

Solomon turns around, sprinting down the hall with Claire, all the way to the end of the hallway, where there’s another stairwell. This time Claire doesn’t open it immediately. She listens, hearing the groans of dozens of zombies inside.

***Claire:*** *Fuck.*

She steps away from the door, and looks back down the hall, seeing the horde of zombies following them.

***Solomon:*** *Well…*

The two of them are cornered next to a set of out-of-service elevators. Claire frowns, looking into the elevators, wondering if they can somehow use them to escape -- when suddenly she sees a hatch on the top of the elevator sliding open. LLOYD WALLER peeks his head out of the hatch to look at them.

***Lloyd:*** *In here - in here! There’s no time to decide-- come on!*

Claire and Solomon hurry into the elevator as the horde starts to close in on them.

***Lloyd:*** *Jump up - just take my hand.*

Lloyd offers them a hand, and Claire grabs it, being pulled up. Solomon kicks a zombie back into the hall, causing a few zombies behind it to fall over. He rushes back into the elevator, and reaches up, grabbing Claire’s hand. She pulls him up into the hatch, and into the elevator shaft mere seconds before the horde swarms into the elevator. Solomon pants, and Lloyd shuts the hatch.

***Solomon:*** *Thanks.*

***Claire:*** *Thank you.*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah… It’s-- it’s no problem.*

***Claire:*** *Why are they all in the stairwells?*

***Lloyd:*** *I-- I don’t know. Maybe they were herded in, I don’t know.*

***Claire:*** *People must’ve been trying to hold up in here, I could see the doors were barricaded. You’re alone?*

***Lloyd: (He nods slowly, looking down)*** *Yeah. I’m alone. I just came here for some bandages… I had to tend to my wound properly.*

***Claire:*** *What happened?*

***Lloyd:*** *I was, uh… I whacked my head in a scuffle with one of those meat-bags. That’s all.*

***Claire:*** *We need to get to the third floor, can you help us?*

Lloyd looks up the elevator shaft.

***Lloyd:*** *Well, can you climb?*

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**Scene #3**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - MORNING**

WILLIAM REYNES stands in front of the group, looking on at everyone.

***William:*** *So, uh… Basically - we’re planning on moving. Don’t know where, but I’ll decide that soon. I just decided it’d be best to give you all some forewarning, give you guys time to make your peace and pack up. I do know that--well--we’ll be leaving Willamette.*

***Randall:*** *Nothin’ left for us here anyway.*

***William:*** *But until then - pack up your things and get ready to hit the road as soon as possible.*

William looks around at each member of the group, before concluding with a nod.

***Austin:*** *Before we leave town -- do you think we could make a stop at the bar? I’ve got, uh, some things there.*

***William:*** *Only if they’re essentials. Anything else is a no-go. Talk to me afterwards, we’ll see.*

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**Scene #4**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - ENTRANCE - FIRST FLOOR**

Later on, KATE BLOODSTONE, ALEX WEISS and ALDUS PAXTON are back out near the front doors, helping to clear out the zombies that had gathered up over the night.

***Alex:*** *So, all we do is just stab them? And when are we done?*

***Kate:*** *We’re done when they stop coming. Or at least when we thin out the horde.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah.*

***Alex:*** *Makes sense.*

***Aldus: (To Alex)*** *I do wanna say… Don’t try what you did at the mall.*

***Alex:*** *Mmm…*

***Aldus:*** *You have the chance to right now, but it’d be a bad play.*

***Alex:*** *Of course, of course. No need to worry.*

Alex stabs another zombie in the head.

***Aldus:*** *These zombies… They gotta be the whole population of Willamette.*

***Kate: (To Alex)*** *You seemed to have calmed down the last I saw you.*

***Alex:*** *Me? Calmed down? Oh, yeah, yeah. Totally different now.*

***Kate:*** *The way you say that makes me think you’re being sarcastic. But… you’ve yet to demonstrate otherwise, so… I’ll believe you.*

***Alex:*** *Thank you very much.*

***Aldus:*** *I do wonder where we’re gonna head…*

After stabbing another zombie, Kate notices a man walking through the parking lot outside, heading away from the stadium. She almost immediately recognizes him to be Marcus. She frowns, losing her focus.

***Aldus:*** *Uh… I’ll get him. Don’t worry.*

***Kate:*** *He’s been doing it since… Y’know… going out.*

***Aldus:*** *I’ll take the way he went due to the audience out front. And like William said - therapist.*

Aldus sheathes his knife, turning and going down a corridor towards one of the side entrances.

***Alex:*** *And he’s gone.*

***Kate:*** *Let’s just… fall back inside.*

***Alex:*** *Alright.*

Kate and Alex step away from the front entrance, retreating back through a second set of doors, closing them. Kate immediately takes a seat, while Alex goes to lean on the wall.

***Kate:*** *I won’t be able to help him* ***(She frowns)***. *And it’s frustrating knowing that I can’t.*

***Alex:*** *You can’t help someone that doesn’t want help. It’s as simple as that.*

***Kate:*** *He’s completely shut off from everyone since… Since the battle.*

***Alex:*** *Or you can just force your help into him* ***(He laughs)***. *Imagine that.*

***Kate:*** *What do you mean by* ***that?***

***Alex:*** *Dunno. It’s just a saying that underlines my statement.*

***Kate:*** *Hm… I just… He of all people… He didn’t deserve to go through this. He’s a good man. He’s helped so many people. He’s selfless. And now he’s going on trips out there - alone - putting himself in potential danger.*

***Kate:*** *Sounds like you believe in karma. He isn’t stupid. He’ll be fine.*

***Kate:*** ***(She nods slowly)*** *Thanks, Alex… Seems you really have come around. Changed for the better.*

***Alex:*** *You gotta change if you want to survive.*

***Kate:*** *Yeah… I can relate to that. More than I want to. At the start of all this, I made some terrible decisions, didn’t take any of it seriously either. If I was still that same woman… I wouldn’t be here. You should get some rest before we depart.*

***Alex: (He nods)*** *Alright.*

Kate stands up, and walks off.

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**Scene #5**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

WILLIAM REYNES stands in the middle of the hall, looking on at AUSTIN KINGSTON, who’s leaning up against the wall.

***William:*** *So - you said you had some stuff to grab.*

***Austin:*** *Uh-huh. Tons of stuff.*

***William:*** *Give me a few examples.*

***Austin:*** *Well-- there’s some, uh, ammo in the back. Yeah, and, uh, food - lots.*

***William:*** *Sounds worthwhile already.*

***Austin:*** *I mean-- it’s not a lot of ammo.*

***William:*** *How transportable is it?*

ED ANDERSON clears his throat loudly, stepping out from behind a corner, interrupting the two.

***Ed:*** *I, uh… I am - deeply sorry… to interrupt.* ***(To William)*** *I’m-- Ed by the way. I know that we haven’t officially met. I am a friend of Angela’s… Was…*

William shakes Ed’s hand, frowning.

***William:*** *Sorry for your loss.*

***Ed:*** *I appreciate that. I wanted to, uh, prove my worth - help out. When you said-- that we’d be leaving this place, I figured we’d need some transport. I did some scanning and - there’s a few cars here… Certainly not enough to, uh, transport everyone that needs it. Figured I could take some folks and head out, maybe try and look for something useful… and--* ***(He looks at Austin)*** *--if you need to visit your bar while on the trip - we can do that.*

***Austin:*** *Yes… I shall come.*

***William:*** *Kills two birds with one stone. Alright - yeah, sounds good.*

***Ed:*** *Oh, uh - great. We can take one of the cars out real soon - drive a little out of town and see what we get.*

***William:*** *Just let me know when you head out. If you’re not back in four hours, we’ll come looking. Unless you predict it’ll take longer.*

***Ed:*** *I’m sure we’ll be back come the night if all goes well, but I’m used to going on runs, things can go south. A few extra hours beyond that will be nothing to concern over.* ***(To Austin)*** *I’ll, uh, go get one of the cars started and we can head out.*

***Austin:*** *Sounds like a plan* ***(He nods with a smile)***.

***William:*** *Ed- thank you. For the effort.*

***Ed:*** *Oh, uh, no problem.*

Ed nods, and walks off down the hall.

***William: (To Austin)*** *And you should go get ready.*

***Austin:*** *I’m already on it.*

Austin saunters off down the hallway. William watches him go, before he turns around after hearing footsteps behind him. He frowns angrily upon seeing JARED KELLINGS strolling up to him, his face still swollen from the beating.

***Jared:*** *Hey, uh, boss.*

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

***Jared:*** *I just, uh-- wanted to apologize. For everything - you know? Yeah… I can be a dick sometimes--not sometimes, all the time.*

***William:*** *All’s well as long as you start pulling your weight. Just try to avoid Jon for the time being, okay?*

***Jared:*** ***(He grins)*** *Yeah - I deserved it, thoroughly. And I will.*

***William:*** *You should go pack up - we’ll be heading out tomorrow.*

***Jared:*** *I don’t exactly have much to pack up myself-- But I’ll check with the others to see if they need help.*

Jared turns, walking away, with a grin on his face.

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**Scene #6**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PARKING LOT - LATE MORNING**

In the parking lot, ED ANDERSON is surveying the group’s vehicles that they have: three small sedans and a cement mixer.

***Randall:*** *What’ya doing?*

Ed jumps in fright, unaware that RANDALL FORSTER had walked up behind him.

***Ed:*** *Jesus--*

***Randall:*** *Ah, sorry - I give you a fright?*

***Ed:*** *I was deep in thought, that’s all.*

***Randall:*** *Good thing I wasn’t one of those dead assholes, otherwise-- Well, you’d probably have a chunk missing from your neck right now.*

***Ed:*** *I’m-- I know how to deal with them. I just felt safe in here to be able to lose myself.*

***Randall:*** *Nowhere’s ever really safe.*

Ed frowns slightly.

***Randall:*** *I’m just messin’ with you man. Anyways-- What is it you were losing yourself in?*

***Ed:*** *Oh, I-- I’m going out with Austin soon to look for transport. I mean here we have--two cars--and… a cement mixer, which isn’t any good. I figured after William said we were leaving, it’d be worth going out and looking for a truck, a van even - to help us get on the road easier.*

***Randall:*** *Good man. Thinking about our comfort. I’ll come along with ya’.*

***Ed:*** *Oh-- that’d be great. I, uh, didn’t think to ask anyone else but, uh, the extra help would be nice, especially for if we do find a few vehicles, we need some people to drive them back.*

***Jon:*** *Then you can count me in too.*

Randall turns around, where he sees JON MATTHEWS walking up to them.

***Randall:*** *Jon… are you sure that you’re…*

***Jon:*** *I’m good. And I’m coming.*

***Randall: (He shrugs)*** *Aight then.*

***Ed:*** *We’re, uh - also gonna stop off at Austin’s bar on the way there, or back. He needs to collect a few things.*

***Jon: (He smiles)*** *That’s good. I could use a fucking drink.*

***Ed:*** *I dunno if that’s--*

***Jon:*** *Let’s be real, why do you think Austin is going back? To collect some shit? What shit? His booze.*

***Randall:*** *Probably true, to be honest.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON comes walking out of the side door, avoiding the zombies that are still by the front doors, and walks towards the three of them.

***Austin:*** *I’m ready to go!*

***Ed:*** *Great timing. Randall and Jon are going to join us.*

***Austin:*** *Good.*

Ed gets into the driver’s seat of one of the cars. The other three hop in.

***Randall:*** *Do we know exactly where we’re going?*

***Ed:*** *Just for, uh, a drive. Maybe we’ll head a little further out of town, somewhere rural. We’ll have a better chance of finding some untouched vehicles there.*

Ed starts the car, and drives out of the parking lot.

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**Scene #7**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - LATE MORNING**

EDWARD REMAR sits alone in the stands of the stadium, staring ahead blankly. CLYDE ROLLINS walks out of one of the corridors, seeing Edward sitting. He waves at him, getting his attention.

***Clyde:*** *Edward.*

***Edward:*** *How can I help you, Clyde?*

***Clyde:*** *Well… I didn’t see you at the meeting earlier. But William said we’d most likely be leaving here soon, and probably Willamette in general. Do you remember when we first discussed that?*

***Edward:*** *I do. I have to admit I really haven’t thought about our plans to abandon this town… Not for a while. We got… distracted.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, it’s easy to feel a little - lost now. But… I know you would always tend to be a bit of a loner… Err, uhh… That sounds bad… I don’t mean--*

***Edward:*** *I know what you meant.*

***Clyde:*** *I was hoping to come and get some confirmation that you’d - be joining everyone.*

***Edward:*** *I guess I really haven’t thought about it much. I guess by your wording, it means you’ll be joining them yourself.*

***Clyde:*** *Well - it certainly seems like the best option. They are good people -- and we’ve known them for quite some time. But of course - I don’t think I could ever leave your side, so I just hope you want to -- join us all.*

Edward sighs, as Clyde goes to sit down next to him.

***Edward:*** *I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere. I still don’t.*

***Clyde:*** *I myself -- and these people… We’re all on your side, Edward. We understand all you went through with Badrick-- because we all went through it too. If you ask me, that brings us all closer together by default… even if it’s in relation to the terrible things he did. We all shared one thing in common, and that was that we were against him. We united against him. It’s how we became friends, Edward. How you showed me to be better.*

***Edward:*** *I suppose you’re right. And it would do me no harm to tag along with you all, wherever you end up going.*

***Clyde:*** *Of course - I hope we won’t have to leave until Claire and Solomon get back from the hospital.*

***Edward:*** *I can see you get on well with her.*

***Clyde:*** *Well, yes… And I hope she’s okay. She helped me to start learning how to properly fight, and I think I’m finding myself really… starting to like her. She’s witty, and kind, and daring and effective.*

Edward nods, looking ahead at the field. Most of the snow has been melted away by this point.

***Clyde:*** *I’m glad you’re staying, Edward. I just wanted to make sure.*

***Edward:*** *…Of course.*

***Clyde: (He stands up)*** *I’ll - see you. I’m on the lookout for Claire and Solomon’s arrival. You can join me out front if you want.*

***Edward:*** *No, I’ll… I’ll just be here.*

Clyde nods quickly, and turns to leave.

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**Scene #8**

**COLORADO RURAL ROADS - MORNING**

DANIEL ROCKWELL treks down the barren road, a rifle slung over his shoulders. ISAAC MOSES walks along behind him, carrying his rifle and keeping an eye out.

***Daniel:*** *It’s not far from here.*

***Isaac:*** *I’m not all worried about that, no-- My hands feel like - dookie. After we were clearing out those zombies… Just hurts.*

***Daniel: (Sarcastically)*** *My condolences.*

***Isaac: (Jokingly)*** *It’s too late for your condolences. I’ll have to amputate my hands, Daniel. It’s all ‘cause of you, man. All ‘cause of you.*

Daniel suddenly stops, squinting his eyes. He spots a crashed car by the side of the road just around the bend.

***Daniel:*** *Ahead.*

***Isaac:*** *Uh-oh. Look fresh to you?*

***Daniel:*** *That’s where it happened.*

***Isaac:*** *Wait-- What happened-- Oh. Oh…*

***Daniel:*** *That’s where Badrick took Grant’s life, and it’s where I think Lolida is.*

***Isaac:*** *Grant was a good… dude.*

***Daniel:*** *Yeah… He was.*

***Isaac:*** *Yeah. Yeah, let’s look for him though.*

***Daniel:*** *Come on.*

Daniel picks up his pace, approaching the wreck.

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**Scene #9**

**COLORADO RURAL ROADS - MORNING**

LOLIDA WINDFIELD sits on his knees, frowning. In front of him is a small cross made with rope and sticks. A grave lies in front of it, and a shovel is laying on the ground beside it all.

Behind him, DANIEL ROCKWELL and ISAAC MOSES slowly approach, seeing Lolida.

***Daniel:*** *Lolida.*

***Lolida: (Staring at the cross)*** *I-I just needed… to make sure.*

***Daniel:*** *I knew you’d be here. Part of me just…*

Daniel approaches Lolida, while Isaac stands next to the car, frowning.

***Daniel:*** *It’s over, Lolida. We won.*

***Lolida:*** *That’s… That’s good…*

***Daniel:*** *Badrick is dead. Nathaniel is dead.*

Lolida nods slowly, before leaning over and grasping his head, wincing in pain.

***Isaac:*** *Your head okay? Got a - helluva bruise.*

***Lolida:*** *Hurts like hell.*

***Isaac:*** *Looks like it.*

***Daniel:*** *You were a lot worse before. It seems to have gotten better over time.*

***Lolida:*** *Yeah… Where did we go wrong, Daniel?*

***Daniel:*** *We went wrong in a lot of places. We went wrong in ever trusting Nathaniel. And in ever doing his work for him.*

***Lolida:*** *I should’ve-- I should’ve followed Badrick’s eyes, he was staring at my knife, I knew he was. I should’ve saw and done something. Now… Grant’s dead.*

***Isaac:*** *It weren’t your fault. Couldn’t have known he’d do that. Things happen, man. You can’t predict the future. Most you can do is - well, live for the friends you lost.*

Lolida places one of his hands onto the grave, nearly falling over in the process.

***Isaac:*** *Hey, hey, hey - easy. How’d you manage out here? It was chaos.*

***Lolida:*** *I just-- ran. I just ran.*

***Isaac:*** *I can’t blame you. You’re gonna be going back into safety, I promise you.*

***Lolida:*** *I’m tired, Isaac.*

***Isaac:*** *You ain’t need to run no more.*

***Lolida:*** *Right…*

***Daniel:*** *Isaac… Take him back to the stadium.*

Isaac nods, approaching Lolida and gently patting him on the shoulder. He then helps the man to his feet, putting an arm around his shoulder.

***Isaac:*** *C’mon, man. Let’s get you back.*

Lolida takes one more look at Grant’s grave, before walking off with Isaac. Daniel is left alone at the site of the car wreck. He sighs, crouching down beside the grave.

***Daniel:*** *I should’ve listened to you all along. We should’ve left when you first said it. And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I put my faith in a delusional sociopath over my best friend… And I’m sorry, I guess.*

Daniel stands up, shaking his head.

***Daniel:*** *Fucking talking to myself.*

He stands in front of the grave, taking in the peaceful silence.

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**Scene #10**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CAFETERIA**

Back at the stadium, KATE BLOODSTONE is sitting inside the cafeteria with WILLIAM REYNES.

***Kate:*** *When you lost Jacob… How did you feel?*

William sits up, frowning.

***William:*** *Well - a lot of different emotions. Sadness - of course. Guilt. Isolated. Angry. I blamed myself - and I figured that, well, if I distanced myself from everyone else, I wouldn’t be hurt again. Why? Worried about Marcus?*

***Kate: (She nods)*** *You hit the nail on the head there.*

***William:*** *Must be a difficult time for him. Show him you’re there for him - and if he needs time to heal - then so be it.*

***Kate:*** *I’m just worried he’s going to do something stupid out there.*

***William:*** *Try to talk to him about it. Make him swear to you he won’t get himself killed. He loves you - he wouldn’t purposefully hurt you like that.*

***Kate:*** *The last time we spoke, I told him I loved him for the first time. I don’t think he could say it back. I’ve felt like I’ve been making a big deal out of this… I haven’t felt good either since Fraser and Zac… I don’t think anyone has.*

***William:*** *I feel for him - I really do. It’s a shitty, grueling process. Grief sucks. For the grieving and for those around them. But hey - don’t worry. You guys have a strong relationship. He does love you back - he’s just scared to say it.*

***Kate: (She nods slowly)*** *I get that, and-- thank you, William. I think that… hearing it from someone who’s been through the same thing… It meant a lot.*

***William:*** *I’ll see if I can have a word with him soon - but I’ll try not to stress him over it.*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR strolls into the cafeteria by himself. He glances over at the two.

***Benjamin:*** *Apologies if I’m intruding.*

***Kate:*** *Not at all.*

***William:*** *Please, sit.*

Benjamin gives a slow nod, before deciding to approach their table, taking a seat.

***Benjamin:*** *I have to admit, considering our history, I never did think I’d be sitting with you. Not at the time, at least.*

***William:*** *Rocky roads make for good stories. Besides, we shared a common enemy. No hard feelings.*

***Benjamin:*** *And that common enemy is gone now. Which is why I wanted to come and speak with you. I was, for a while, planning to leave town with my friend after we killed Badrick. A lot of things changed from then to now. That original plan faded when I was convinced otherwise. I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know where I belong, or where I am to go. You said earlier you’re leaving town. I know you want to leave town.*

***William:*** *You belong with us now. You’re one of us. We’re leaving town - and you were one of the first people I wanted to come to about it. You’ve travelled lots, being a businessman. Do you have - any ideas for where we could settle down?*

***Benjamin:*** *It’s all a matter of what’s still standing now, I suppose… But I can think on it. Until then, there’s something I should talk about.*

***William:*** *I’m all ears.*

***Benjamin:*** *It’s about the outbreak… and how it started.*

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE HOSPITAL**

LLOYD WALLER shuffles up the elevator shaft, climbing from ledge to ledge. Below him is CLAIRE NOBLE, struggling to keep up with him, while SOLOMON REED is sitting all the way back down on top of the elevator.

***Lloyd:*** *Just step where I step. It’s easy when you get into the rhythm of it.*

***Claire:*** *It’s fine, I’m getting the hang of it. I just didn’t imagine I’d be climbing up an elevator shaft today.*

***Lloyd:*** *I used to climb trees all the time. If you’re afraid of heights, don’t look down.*

***Claire:*** *Heights don’t usually scare me… But when I’m at risk of falling from one, they can start to stress me out. But if a kid can do it, I’m sure I can, right?*

***Lloyd:*** *It depends on how much you like climbing. I used to climb all the time, like I said.*

Lloyd makes it to the third floor, where he finds that the elevator doors are already open. He climbs onto the ledge, waiting for Claire. Claire continues to climb up, until she finally reaches the third floor with him. When she’s there, she looks back down at Solomon.

***Claire:*** *We’re gonna go searching for a prosthetic for you. Just wait here.*

***Solomon:*** *Okay. Be careful you two.*

She nods, and walks onto the third floor with Lloyd. Claire points down the hall, beckoning Lloyd to follow.

***Claire:*** *This way. We need one for his arm.*

***Lloyd: (He nods, following her)*** *I’m, uh, Lloyd, by the way.*

***Claire:*** *Claire. And that’s Solomon back there.*

***Lloyd:*** *Cool…*

***Claire:*** *So… a young kid like you surviving all on his own? Has it been like this for a while?*

***Lloyd:*** *I, uh… No. But I’d honestly… rather not talk about it.*

***Claire:*** *I understand. I’m sorry if it’s been difficult, or for whoever you’ve lost.*

Lloyd walks on in silence, arriving outside of an operating room door.

***Lloyd:*** *In here?*

***Claire:*** *Let’s try it.*

They step inside, beginning to search around.

***Lloyd:*** *Hey-- I think I found what you’re after.*

Claire walks over to him, and looks down at Lloyd’s hands, seeing a prosthetic right arm in them.

***Claire: (She smiles)*** *Not bad, kid.*

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE HOSPITAL**

LLOYD WALLER and CLAIRE NOBLE look down the elevator shaft, seeing SOLOMON REED still sitting there, bored.

***Solomon:*** *Did you find it?*

***Claire: (She smiles)*** *Hey - you’re gonna need to catch this, alright? Take some time to get it fitted. Ready?*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah.*

Claire drops the arm down to him. Solomon catches it.

***Solomon:*** *Thanks.*

He starts to fit it onto his arm, smiling.

***Claire:*** *If it doesn’t work for you, there’s plenty more up here. Just - fit it and take your time climbing. Or-- wait.* ***(To Lloyd)*** *Do you know any other ways out?*

***Lloyd:*** *Well, uh… I was actually on my way out when I found you. I was just using the halls - because when I was last there the dead weren’t roaming them.*

Solomon starts climbing up the elevator shaft, his right arm now back on.

***Claire:*** *Sorry about that. Clumsy of us. Listen, kid. Lloyd. I feel condescending calling you kid, so listen, Lloyd. We’re going to meet with the rest of our group at a stadium nearby, and you’re welcome to join us. I know it can be hard to trust people like this, but I’d feel terrible leaving you out there.*

***Lloyd:*** *I, uh… I don’t know if…*

***Claire:*** *Consider the offer on the way out. It’s always better to be with people.*

***Lloyd:*** *Alright…*

***Claire:*** *Alright, so a way out?*

***Lloyd:*** *Well… Your friend will have to climb, yeah. There’s no way we can get out the old way now.*

Solomon arrives on the third floor, and is helped out of the elevator shaft by Claire.

***Solomon:*** *Thank you.*

***Claire:*** *How’s the arm working out for you?*

***Solomon:*** *It’s working better. It’s not wooden, so it doesn’t get stuck. Anyway - so what are the options or option to escape now?*

***Lloyd:*** *Well… Maybe if the stairwell has cleared out a bit, we can fight our way through one - and get to the bottom. From there… All we have to do is rush out.*

***Claire:*** *That’s not bad. A lot of the ones in the stairwell left pursuing me and Solomon.*

***Solomon:*** *I would say I could maybe shoot a propane tank or whatever they use for patient beds, and it’d blow up as it landed, clearing some. But that’d be loud… and dangerous - much more than the usual danger of course.*

***Claire:*** *We don’t want to risk drawing more of them.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah.*

***Claire:*** *I say we just battle down the stairwell, as long as we have each other’s backs, we can make it.*

Lloyd grips his hatchet, turning to approach the stairwell door. Claire and Solomon follow along behind him.

***Solomon:*** *Alright, and I would also debate fire extinguishers to blind them, but there are too many.*

***Claire:*** *So you just brought up the debate and closed it on your own. You’re a peculiar man, Solomon.*

***Lloyd:*** *We ready?*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah.*

Claire nods, and Lloyd opens the stairwell door. It creaks open loudly. One zombie is standing on the other side of the door, but Lloyd drives his axe into its head. He pushes the corpse aside, and starts making his way down the stairs. Claire and Solomon follow him, and they run into a few more zombies while descending to the first floor, but it’s nothing they can’t handle. Once on the first floor, Lloyd opens the door and steps out into the hallway, where the rest of the zombie horde is scattered about, roaming the building.

***Claire:*** *Alright - we need to get back to the window we came in and get out of here quickly. Lloyd - stay with us.*

Claire charges out into the hallway, stabbing a zombie in the head and shoving its corpse out of the way. Lloyd and Solomon run after her, killing zombies or pushing them out of the way. Eventually, they make it to the window they broke in through, and climb out.

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**Scene #13**

**FOREST - PATHWAY - EVENING**

After escaping the hospital grounds and getting into the woods, CLAIRE NOBLE, SOLOMON REED and LLOYD WALLER come to a stop.

***Claire:*** *We all made a good team back there. Thanks for your help. If it weren’t you, we’d both be dead.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah.*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah, uh… no problem.*

***Claire:*** *I implore you to join us, at least to come and meet everyone - see our situation. Truth is, we’re only hoping our crew is still going to be at this stadium. When we split off there was uncertainty, we were in a bad place.*

***Solomon:*** *Yep, so we only hope it’s all good there when we arrive.*

***Lloyd:*** *I guess - it wouldn't hurt to… come and see what it’s all about.*

***Claire:*** *That’s the spirit. Alright - we should leave for there now. It’ll be a long walk from here, but we’ll make it.*

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**Scene #14**

**COLORADO RURAL ROADS - AFTERNOON**

MARCUS DOWNES saunters down the road, a knife in his hand. As he’s going along, he sees a zombie wandering out of the forest. It snarls at him, but Marcus swiftly deals with it by stabbing it. He sighs, slumping down next to a tree by the road. He looks up at the sky, the sun beaming down.

ALDUS PAXTON walks down the road, carrying his rifle. He looks on at Marcus, slowly approaching him.

***Aldus:*** *You can only run so far. Like your feet will start bothering but-- I’m sure you know what I’m gonna be chatting with you about.*

Aldus kneels down in the shade beside him.

***Aldus:*** *I know you’re sad, man, we all are. Hell, we knew Zac and Fraser since day one.*

***Marcus:*** *I’m not running. You didn’t have to follow me… I’m fine.*

***Aldus:*** *Well - walking. Whatever. But we need to stick together. We’re strong as a team. You have Kate, me, and the others. We need you, man. You’re the best detective on the team. We wouldn’t have followed that truck without you. We wouldn’t be as strong without you. But what I’m saying Marcus, is please come back with us. Zac and Fraser wouldn’t want this, so I think we should do what they would want. Kate loves you, so there’s that too. And William to talk to as well.*

***Marcus:*** *And she means the world to me… And I appreciate all of you for being here for me, I know you all are. I just… I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to mourn in all of your faces. I don’t want my problems to stress people out. They shouldn’t.*

***Aldus:*** *Hey, you can let it out, I won’t tell anyone. I know how bad this is to think about, but just let it out now. There’s just me, you, and the birds and the trees and the plants. And wherever we head to next, I’m probably gonna take the role of the therapist since I’m good at it. But if you let it out, you’re getting through.*

***Marcus:*** *I feel like a dick for closing Kate out… It wasn’t cool. I want to fix things with her, go back and talk to her, but at the same time, I’ve never been one to open up about this stuff, I don’t think I ever will be. It’s just my way of dealing with shit. After I lost my partner, before I met you guys at the hospital, I never mentioned her again. We worked on almost every case together, built our careers as detectives together. She shaped who I am today. A lot of the values I hold dear to myself are hers. Losing her stung, and I hid that. I hid that for a long time until I managed to accept it. I wanted to do that here but-- with Fraser and Zac - it felt different. Something in me has just shut down, y’know?*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah, I completely get that.*

***Marcus:*** *Knowing that the men who killed them are dead… left me in a confusing place. I’m still in that place. It’s not like they can be avenged, it’s over. But… they can be honoured.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah, carrying on a legacy of fallen heroes is something we will do, but you wanna head back to the stadium now so you can talk with Kate and help pack up?*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah… Yeah.*

Marcus slowly stands up.

***Marcus:*** *Aldus.*

***Aldus:*** *What?*

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

***Aldus:*** *No problem, brother.*

***Marcus:*** *You’ve left me a few things to think about. I’ll be ten minutes behind you, I just want to gather my thoughts, evaluate all this.*

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**Scene #15**

**COLORADO RURAL ROADS - AFTERNOON**

ED ANDERSON sits behind the wheel, driving down a quiet rural road, nothing but trees on either side of them.

***Randall:*** *So… how far out do you want to travel at most, then?*

***Ed:*** *We can probably go a few more miles. This could end up being worth it if we encounter a sizable vehicle.*

***Austin:*** *So, uh - you guys will drop me off at the bar, maybe? You go on ahead, look for a vehicle. I’ll just gather the supplies.*

***Ed:*** *You’re still gonna help in looking for the vehicles, we can just hit the bar on the way back.*

***Austin:*** *Alright, alright.*

***Randall: (To Austin)*** *So, uh… What kinda stuff you lookin’ to retrieve from your bar?*

***Austin:*** *You know - uh, the usual stuff. Ammo, food. I got some stored in the back.*

***Randall:*** *Are ya’ seeking a bit of the ‘ol chug, chug, chug?* ***(He grins)***

AUSTIN KINGSTON gulps, looking around.

***Austin:*** *I mean - maybe a shot or two is all.*

***Randall:*** *I’m sure nobody in this car blames you.*

***Ed:*** *Yeah, only - I just want to stress that if we’re successful in finding some good vehicles, we might all be driving back separately, so, uh… Let’s maybe avoid hitting the bottle on this trip.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, I’ll, uh… just have a little. You won’t even notice a change in me.*

***Jon:*** *Pfft.*

Ed takes his chances in turning down a smaller gravel road. The road takes him around a bend in the woods, until arriving in front of a large building surrounded by hedges.

***Ed:*** *The hell is this place?*

***Randall:*** *Looks like some kind of country club.*

JON MATTHEWS looks out the window at a sign towards the side of the road.

***Jon:*** *It’s a hunting manor.*

***Austin:*** *Why don’t we move in here? Nice place.*

Ed pulls the car around a large hedge, and through an open gate into a paved parking lot.

***Ed:*** *Holy hell.*

***Austin:*** *It’s got a gate and everything.*

***Jon:*** *Not a great sign that it was open though.*

***Austin:*** *I mean - the owners probably just left in a rush at the start.*

Ed parks the car out in the front of the building. He and the others get out, looking around.

***Ed:*** *Alright… Let’s all just - patrol around the exterior first before hitting the inside.*

Ed starts to walk down a gravel path, approaching the side of the house, where a garage sits.

***Ed:*** *I’m just gonna check around the garage for some veh--*

He stops in his tracks.

***Ed:*** *Holy shit, fellas… we hit the fucking jackpot.*

***Austin:*** *What is it?*

The others come walking over, peering around the corner to see an RV parked in front of the garage.

***Austin:*** *Aha, an RV. Perfect, right?*

***Randall:*** *Well ain’t that a beauty.*

***Ed:*** *Yeah… it’s perfect… We’ve gotten a lot luckier than I thought we would today. I’m gonna get straight into checking it out. You guys can have a brief look inside the manor if you want.*

Ed approaches the RV, grinning.

***Randall: (To Austin and Jon)*** *Suppose we can take a look inside.*

***Austin:*** *Uh, I guess.*

***Jon:*** *Think I’ll just stay out here… deal with the residents.*

Jon walks around towards the side of the house, where he sees a couple of zombies roaming around near a garden.

***Randall:*** *Just you and me then, Austin.*

***Austin:*** *Alright.*

RANDALL FORSTER steps up onto the front porch of the manor, stepping inside.

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**Scene #16**

**HUNTING MANOR - INTERIOR**

As soon as RANDALL FORSTER and AUSTIN KINGSTON step inside, they’re met with an extravagant room with a chandelier hanging above. A large, dual-staircase lies ahead of them.

***Austin:*** *Wow.*

***Randall:*** *Christ almighty, I could’ve done with hanging out here.*

***Austin:*** *We have to live here, we HAVE to.*

***Randall:*** *Let’s just see if it’s actually safe first. Split up. I’ll head upstairs. If you encounter some trouble, well… Shout, I’m sure I’ll hear you.*

Austin nods, beginning to walk down the hallway. Randall heads up the stairs.

Austin strolls into a large lounge room filled with sofas and a fireplace. He continues on, entering a huge kitchen. He walks over to the drawers, going through them, eventually finding a cleaver. He grips it, examining the blade.

***Austin:*** *Heh - I’ll slice some heads off.*

He continues down another hall, opening a door, and stepping into a bar, stocked to the brim with alcohol. He drops his cleaver to the ground, grinning.

***Austin:*** *Oho, this is what I’m fucking talking about.*

He leaps onto the counter, climbing over to the other side, where a wall of different kinds of liquor awaits him. He looks at them all, smiling, before he grabs one of them off the shelf.

***Austin:*** *It has been a while…*

He pops off the lid, and gulps some of it down, before having to pause. He burps, placing the bottle down, before turning back to the wall. He grabs a second bottle, opening it.

***Austin:*** *Just - one more.*

He starts drinking it.

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**Scene #17**

**HUNTING MANOR - INTERIOR**

RANDALL FORSTER steps into the room a few minutes later, and stops after walking only a few feet. He looks over at AUSTIN KINGSTON, stumbling around near the counter.

***Randall:*** *Christ, Austin. Fucking hell.*

***Austin:*** *My god - this place REALLY is great.*

***Randall:*** *I’ve checked upstairs. It’s safe, but fucking hell, man. I was one for a pint myself, but steady on.*

Austin grabs a bottle off the counter, putting it to his lips, only to realize it’s empty. In anger, he slams the empty bottle to the floor. It shatters, sending bits of glass across the room.

***Randall:*** *You’re in a damn state, man. Take a break. Always gotta be cautious.*

***Austin:*** *Well - it’s safe down here. I checked the whole floor -- all of it. Completely clear. I can just-- stay here. The rest of you guys can go get the rest of the group.*

Austin across the room, glass crunching under his boots. He points up at an old hunting rifle hanging on the wall.

***Austin:*** *Hey-- Hey, look at that.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah - all around the house. They have some good ones. We’ll be stocked up on guns if we take them.*

Austin reaches up towards the gun, trying to pull it off the wall.

***Randall:*** *Aye - be careful with that, man. You aren’t exactly in a state to use one properly.*

***Austin:*** *I just wanna test it out - back off!*

***Randall:*** *Admire it, but don’t actually use the thing. There’s no need. Just chill out, yeah?*

***Austin:*** *Fineee, I’ll just look at it.*

He begrudgingly backs away from the gun.

***Randall:*** *I’m gonna go check on Ed in the RV. Just take it easy, mate.*

Austin watches as Randall slowly leaves the bar, turning to go down a hall. As soon as he’s gone, Austin marches back over to the gun, pulling it off of the wall.

***Austin:*** *Well hello, baby.*

He smiles, examining the gun, pointing it around the room. He starts walking around the room with the gun, eventually arriving next to a window. He looks outside, where he has a view of the large backyard of the manor. There, he sees a couple of zombies roaming about. Austin glances back down at his gun, then back out the window at the zombies, a grin forming on his face.

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**Scene #18**

**HUNTING MANOR - EXTERIOR - LATE AFTERNOON**

JON MATTHEWS kicks a zombie to the ground, and crushes its face in with his boot before it has the chance to get back up. He pulls out his knife, looking ahead at another zombie wandering towards him. When it gets near him, he stabs the zombie in its stomach, then headbutts it back, letting it drop to the ground. As it tries to get up, Jon stomps on its head again and again, caving in its head. He exhales loudly, looking up.

***Angela:*** *Good one, darling.*

***Jon:*** *Huh?*

Jon looks around him. He rubs his eyes, shaking his head.

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**Scene #19**

**HUNTING MANOR - EXTERIOR - LATE AFTERNOON**

Out front, ED ANDERSON is sitting in the driver’s seat of the RV. After finding the key, he starts it up, making sure that it works. He smiles, before shutting it off and hopping out of the vehicle, where he spots RANDALL FORSTER approaching him.

***Randall:*** *How’s the RV looking?*

***Ed:*** *Looking great. Real great. We’ve really had a stroke of luck in finding this place, and the RV.*

***Randall:*** *It’s all ready to go?*

***Ed:*** *Yeah. It’s ready to go. Just figured we can have a bit of a look around first -- these grounds are huge.*

Ed wanders around towards the giant hedge wall surrounding the property. As he approaches, a twig snaps under his shoe. He stops, listening, and watching as part of the hedge rustles, an arm poking through. A zombie groans, as he climbs out of the hedgewall.

***Ed:*** *Oh--*

Ed draws his knife, and stabs it.

***Randall:*** *These hedges are as tall as a damn maze, man.*

Ed stays quiet, as he hears more rustling coming from the hedges. A branch snaps, as another zombie pokes out of the shrubbery.

***Ed:*** *What the hell…*

Randall approaches the zombie before it has a chance to climb out of the hedge. He stabs it dead.

***Ed:*** ***(His eyes widen)*** *I know why the dead haven’t really swarmed this place yet… They’re trapped in the hedges.*

***Randall: (He frowns)*** *Oh, fuck.*

***Ed:*** *Alright, we’re just gonna have to be extra quiet. We’ll take the RV and leave.*

***Randall:*** *Oh… fuck… Austin.*

***Ed:*** *Wh--*

On the other side of the manor, a gunshot rings out, breaking the silence.