The Promiseland/Transcript

*“I display it like a badge of honour. This scar embodies and represents the very people I want to see suffer.”* *—Badrick*

**Starring:**

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

**Also Starring**

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Thandiwe Newton as ANGELA JAEGAR

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Paul Bettany as NATHANIEL SHEPARD

**Guest Starring**

Joe Morton as ISAAC MOSES

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Jason Lee as LOLIDA WINDFIELD

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

Viola Davis as VIVIAN FINKLING

Shawn Hatosy as NICK PARKER

**Co-Starring**

Dacre Montgomery as GRANT CARVER

Reid Scott as LEE HAK

Ana De Armas as CASSANDRA BACCARIN

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - MORNING**

The ambulance swerves around a corner, lights flashing and sirens blaring. FRASER STILLER slams on the horn, warning drivers to move out of the way. In the back, LEE HAK is doing his best to tend to CASSANDRA BACCARIN, who’s bleeding out from a stab wound to the stomach.

***Lee:*** *Fraser, hold the car steady! Please!*

***Fraser:*** *I’m doing the best I can!*

Fraser steers around another corner, flooring it down the road, the Willamette Hospital coming into view.

***Lee:*** *I’m going to have to administer a shot of morphine! She’s going into shock! Don’t worry, ma’am, calm down, you will be fine. I assure you.*

Lee reaches around to a basket, opening a medical pouch, and pulling out a needle. He injects it into Cassandra, just as Fraser arrives at the hospital. He slams on the brakes in front of the main doors. Fraser swings open the driver’s door and jumps out, running to the back, where he hurriedly opens the two back doors.

***Lee:*** *Help me pull her out!*

***Fraser:*** *Uh, Uh--*

***Lee:*** *GRAB THE END, NOW!*

Fraser grabs the end of the stretcher and pulls it out with the help of Lee on the other side of it.

***Lee:*** *We need to take her inside, move. There’s no time to waste.*

**Scene #1 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE HOSPITAL**

The two paramedics roll the stretcher as fast as they can, into the hospital, and down a corridor, passing by concerned nurses and civilians, all the while Fraser tries to keep pressure against Cassandra’s wound, which is leaking blood out at an alarming rate.

***Lee:*** *Fraser, I want you to go back - file a report for me, okay? I’ve got this. Go on. And wash your hands.*

***Fraser:*** *Uh-- Yeah.*

Fraser lets go of the stretcher, and watches as Lee continues on, turning a corner. Fraser sighs, rubbing his face, unknowingly smudging blood all over it. As he turns around, Fraser comes across a mirror, seeing himself.

***Fraser:*** *Hhh… Oh - oh--*

He stumbles back in shock at the blood on his face, accidently bumping into a man.

***Marcus:*** *Oh, sorry, pal.*

***Fraser:*** *No, no-- it’s my fault! Uh--*

***Marcus:*** *You got a little… something on your face.*

***Fraser:*** *Uh… yes, it’s - it’s blood* ***(He nods awkwardly)***.

***Marcus:*** *Yeah… I thought so. I wasn’t expecting much else. Rough day?*

Fraser nods quickly.

***Marcus:*** *Tell me about it. I didn’t expect to find myself in the hospital today.*

***Fraser:*** *What- what happened to you?*

***Marcus:*** *Not to me, to my partner* *. I’m a detective. She got shot while working on a case of ours. Thank god I was with her when it happened.*

***Fraser:*** *Oh, that-- that sounds like it hurts. I’m sorry for your-- I hope she’ll be okay* ***(He nods awkwardly again)***.

***Marcus:*** *She’s being treated right now, I just insisted I’d wait. Anyways, I’ll, uh… get out of your way. Take it easy.*

MARCUS DOWNES walks on past him. Fraser walks down the corridor, and up to the front reception desk, his hands and face still bloody. He looks on at the receptionist.

***Fraser:*** *I need to, uhh… get a report form - please.*

***Receptionist:*** *You look a little pale today, Fraser - hell, you look lost. Is everything okay?*

***Fraser:*** *Uhh, yes-- of course. I just need to file a-- a report for, uh… For an incident, yeah.*

***Receptionist:*** *This is the general reception, Fraser. You’ll need to report to your quarters to do that.*

***Fraser:*** *Oh, I-- yeah… I knew that.*

Fraser turns around, embarrassed. He looks over at the front doors, seeing another pair of paramedics rushing inside with a stretcher, yelling to each other. The man on the stretcher curses in pain, his shoulder looking like it had been bitten by something. Fraser looks towards the reception desk, hearing a phone ringing, and then another one. Two receptionists answer them, nodding along, before hanging up.

***Receptionist:*** *I’ve got a case for another biting in town square.*

***Receptionist #2:*** *Another one in the neighbourhood.*

***Receptionist:*** *Just admit them into the queue, we’re absolutely crowded today.*

Fraser turns away, slowly walking down towards another hallway. As he’s walking, he comes up on a nurse talking with another man.

***Zac:*** *So… I’ll see you at eight?*

***Nurse:*** *You shouldn’t be back here* ***(She giggles)***. *I’m really busy tonight, there’s some crazy stuff going on.*

***Zac:*** *Oh… that’s a shame, I’d hate for you to miss out.*

Fraser comes to a stop in the hallway, thinking blankly, his eyes staring ahead - at Zac. Zac turns his head, noticing him standing rather close.

***Zac:*** *Is there a problem? You know - you’ve got a case of the stares. What do you want? I’m just chatting to one of the fine working ladies here.*

***Fraser:*** *No-- no, nothing.*

Fraser snaps back, and continues walking on.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE HOSPITAL**

After a long walk through the hospital, FRASER STILLER arrives at one of the wards, where he sees LEE HAK inside amongst other doctors and patients, including CASSANDRA BACCARIN. Lee pulls off his bloody gloves, turning his head and seeing Fraser.

***Lee:*** *Fraser?* ***(He steps out of the room)*** *You didn’t wash up, I guess. Come.*

***Fraser:*** *Uh--*

Fraser follows Lee for a few seconds down the hall, where they sit down on a couple of chairs.

***Lee:*** *What a day. We’re overloaded, can barely do any work-- Everyone’s scared, staff here - no clue what to do.*

***Fraser:*** *It’s, uh… unusually crowded today. I’ve heard cases--so many cases--people being bitten - cannibals on the loose!*

***Lee:*** ***(He sighs)*** *Everyone’s scared. No clue what’s going on, and not even me. But-- I meant to talk to you earlier. I’m sorry for--being so commanding earlier. I hope you understand. That was a rough situation, you know. I understand why you got - starstruck.*

***Fraser:*** *I understand, I am sorry for--not processing it all. I’ve never had… a day like this.*

***Lee:*** *Oh, no, no, it’s okay.*

***Fraser:*** *Never had so much happen - had to rush around. I think it’s a lot more than I thought it would be.*

***Lee:*** *I know, I’m frazzled too, really.*

***Fraser:*** *I really-- do not handle the stress well.*

***Lee:*** *That's part of the job, I'm afraid. I know you can't handle it. If you wanna stay onboard, you've gotta find somewhat of a muse- I do a bit of therapy for myself afterwards. Not like- seeing doctors. Like sitting out in silence, positions. It helps air out the mind. I'm gonna need hours of that after this.*

***Fraser: (He nods)*** *I always… found myself in theatre personally.*

***Lee:*** *You certainly seem the type, oh bo--*

Lee and Fraser both hear screaming coming from a room down the hall. Lee stands up hastily.

***Lee:*** *Fraser-- I want you to go back, wait with the patients, okay? And I want you to know, again. I'm sorry.*

***Fraser:*** *You- don’t need to be sorry. I-I won’t let you down! I’ll keep these people calm.*

***Lee:*** *I’m sure!*

Lee begins rushing down the hall.

***Lee:*** *I’ll meet up with you later!*

Fraser turns, heading back inside the hospital ward room, looking on at the patients inside.

***Fraser:*** *Everyone! I don’t want you to be alarmed--*

An alarm begins blaring throughout the building.

***Fraser:*** *No pun-- intended? Uhh-- Oh, dear.*

Cassandra sits up from her bed, looking around.

***Cassandra:*** *Wh- what’s going on?*

***Fraser:*** *Uh-- No, ma’am, you need to stay down.*

Fraser jogs over, laying her back down onto the bed.

***Fraser:*** *Okay? We need to keep you in a certain position-- oh, dammit - what do I do-- Uh…*

Fraser looks around the room in a panic. He sees another man sitting up.

***Fraser:*** *Oh-- no, no, mister, stay down for now!*

He rushes over to the man, seeing it was the same patient he saw earlier, a chunk of his shoulder having been bitten out. The man groans, falling off the bed.

***Fraser:*** *Sir!*

Fraser kneels down, trying to help the man. But when Fraser looks on at his lifeless eyes, he realizes something isn’t right.

***Fraser:*** *Uh…*

The man grabs Fraser’s hand.

***Fraser:*** *Sir - that’s it--*

Snarling, the man pulls Fraser down, crawling on top of him.

***Fraser:*** *AAAHHHHH! PLEASE- STOP! I’m just trying to help you! Please-- I don’t want to have to hurt you! Get off of me!*

As the man snaps his jaw at Fraser, another patient in the room rises up, falling out of bed, before getting out and tearing open the stomach of the person next to them. They scream in pain.

***Fraser:*** *HEY - NO! Sir -- I have to remove you!*

Fraser finally pushes the man off of him, and gets up, rushing over to the patient he heard screaming. He looks on in horror at the zombie, now having ripped open the patient’s neck.

***Fraser:*** *Stop!*

Fraser grabs the zombie, pulling it off of the patient, who’s clearly already dead.

***Fraser:*** *What the hell is going on! Someone HELP! HELP ME!*

Fraser steps back away from the zombie, scared. He turns around, seeing the other zombie that had pinned him to the ground now on his feet. Both of them start stumbling towards Fraser. Meanwhile, Cassandra tries sitting up again, trying to get Fraser’s attention.

***Fraser:*** *No, uh - ma’am, stay in your bed! You can’t move!*

***Cassandra:*** *It’s not safe here!*

***Fraser:*** *Oh-- Oh--*

Fraser quickly slips past the two zombies, and rushes to Cassandra’s bed, undoing the bottom restraints, making the wheels free. He starts pulling the bed out of the room.

***Fraser:*** *I’m going to get you away from these sick cannibals, ma’am! Just stay put!*

He pushes the bed out into the corridor, and closes the door behind them. Throughout the hospital, alarms continue to blare, and white lights flash all around. Yelling and screams are heard everywhere.

***Fraser:*** *Ma’am, I’m going to take you to my colleague - okay? He’ll know what to do!*

Fraser rushes down the corridor with the bed, passing by doctors and nurses, and even plain civilians. At the end of the corridor, Fraser comes across the room he and Lee had heard the screaming in.

***Fraser:*** *Lee! Stay here, ma’am!*

He lets go of the bed, opening the door and sprinting inside. He then stops, having found Lee hunched over on the floor, attending to an injured man.

***Fraser:*** *Lee! Oh thank god-- It’s chaos! It’s chaos!*

Lee slowly turns his head, bits of flesh falling from his mouth. His neck is ripped open, and there’s a bite mark on his cheek. As Lee stands up, he notices the patient that Lee had been ‘attending to’, is moaning quietly in pain, the lower half of his body having been ripped open and devoured.

***Fraser:*** *…Lee? Lee, I need your help!*

Lee growls, stumbling forward toward Fraser. He grabs Fraser’s collar, pulling him closer.

***Fraser:*** *No - please! Don’t do this, Lee! What the hell has gotten into you?! Let go, man--*

He pushes Lee off him, making him tumble to the ground, though he slowly gets back up. However, as Lee is getting up, Fraser turns around, rushing back out into the hallway where Cassandra is.

***Fraser:*** *Ma’am, we’re going to go.*

***Cassandra:*** *W--What’s happening? I can’t see.*

Fraser begins pushing the bed forward down the corridor, though he quickly is cut off by a crowd of people, forcing him to turn down a short hallway, where he immediately faces a deadend. With no other choice, Fraser slams his hand down onto the up button.

***Fraser:*** *Come on!*

He waits patiently, checking over his shoulder constantly. Eventually, he sees Lee turning the corner, snarling and making his way over to him. Fraser steps backwards, hitting a wall. He puts his hands up, as Lee lunges at him.

***Fraser:*** *AHH--*

Blood splatters over Fraser, a bullet flying through Lee’s head. His body collapses onto Fraser, sliding down to the ground. MARCUS DOWNES lowers his revolver, stepping forward.

***Marcus:*** *Are you okay?*

***Fraser:*** *Y…*

***Marcus:*** *We need to get out of here. Right now. What’s the most efficient route out of the hospital? It’s chaos in here.*

***Fraser:*** *I-- I have to save this woman* ***(He points at Cassandra)***. *I have to get her out of here. I… What’s going on?*

***Marcus:*** *I don’t know, some kind of virus has broken out. You’re lucky I happened to be here. I was looking for my partner.*

***Fraser:*** *Did you… Did you find them?*

Marcus nods.

***Fraser:*** *That’s good. I-- It’s… Were they…?*

***Marcus:*** *They didn’t make it. We need to leave.*

***Fraser:*** *I… My ambulance is outside in the parking lot. I have the keys right here.*

Fraser pulls the keys out of his pocket, his hands shaking.

***Marcus:*** *Lead the way. Keep your patient safe. I’ll cover you from behind.*

***Fraser:*** *Okay, ma’am, we’re going to get out of here. We don’t quite know what’s happening yet, but--*

***Marcus:*** *Just go. I’m Marcus by the way.*

***Fraser:*** *F-Fraser. It’d be good if we weren’t meeting under such unfortunate circumstances.*

Fraser starts pushing the bed down the hall again, the crowd that had previously been blocking his way now gone. Marcus follows along behind, passing by the corpse of somebody here and there.

***Marcus:*** *How much further?*

***Fraser:*** *It’s just down to the reception and then the first left! We’re almost there!*

As Fraser wheels the bed down the hall, he notices ZAC BARNES struggling to hold a nurse off of him.

***Zac:*** *Jesus Christ - what’s gotten into you, sweetheart? I didn’t want you to pounce on me this quickly. I’d hoped to save that for-- AH!*

The nurse lunges her head at him, snapping her teeth. Zac throws her to the ground.

***Zac:*** *Fucking hell.*

Marcus walks past Zac, aiming his revolver at the nurse, firing into her head.

***Marcus: (To Zac)*** *Come with us.*

***Fraser:*** *Ah-- why are you shooting all of these people? They are sick!*

***Marcus:*** *They are trying to kill us. I thought you were a paramedic, didn’t you check their hearts? Not beating. They are dead. I don’t know what the fuck this is.*

***Fraser:*** *I… am a paramedic.*

***Zac:*** *A fucking pathetic one, I guess. You just straight up blew that girl’s mind* ***(He grins at Marcus)***.

***Marcus:*** *This isn’t a joke. Tag along with us, we’ve got an ambulance outside.*

***Zac:*** *Don’t mind if I do.*

Fraser rolls the bed out into the reception area, and out the front doors.

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**Scene #3**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

In the infirmary, DAMERAE BADRICK is seated up on the bed, as VIVIAN FINKLING peels a bandage off his face, cleaning the wound under it.

***Badrick:*** *You know, I am in a good mood this morning, nurse.*

***Vivian: (Expressionless)*** *That’s great.*

***Badrick:*** *You don’t like to look at my pretty face too much, don’t you?*

Vivian doesn’t reply, continuing to clean up his burn wound.

***Badrick:*** *I display it like a badge of honour. This scar embodies and represents the very people I want to see suffer. The attempt they made on my life which failed. And soon-- G--GG-G*

Badrick bends over, bursting out coughing. Blood spills from his mouth, as the coughing dies down. Vivian pushes Badrick lightly so that he sits up straight. She then turns, grabbing a towel off a nearby shelf, wiping the blood off Badrick’s face.

***Badrick:*** *Since I have arrived here… I have not yet been told if my condition is truly fatal… when it would seem rather obvious where this is going. But Nathaniel - he appears to be a crafty man.*

Badrick grabs Vivian’s jaw lightly, holding her in place.

***Vivian:*** *You’ll be able to recover from this under my care* ***(She swats his hand away)***.

Badrick narrows his eyes, grabbing her jaw again, tightening his grip.

***Badrick:*** *I want you to be honest with me for a moment, nurse. Look me in the eyes.*

Vivian grunts, grabbing Badrick’s hand to try and get him to stop. In response, Badrick increases the pressure on her jaw.

***Vivian:*** *You were dead meat from the beginning. You got here, you were covered in infected. You’re a goner.*

***Badrick:*** *And yet I am told with the proper treatment and doctors by your boss, that I can be saved. Tell me it’s bullshit. Say it.*

***Vivian:*** *It’s-- bullshit.*

He lets go of her, nodding his head.

***Badrick:*** *Thank you, nurse. I am really starting to appreciate you.*

Vivian steps away from him, grabbing at her chin. Glaring at him, Vivian leaves the infirmary.

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**Scene #4**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK B**

FRASER STILLER wakes up, gasping. He looks around the cell, taking deep breaths.

***Marcus:*** *Fraser? You good?*

***Fraser:*** *Just… reminiscing is all.*

***Kate:*** *You were able to reminisce for the whole night. I envy you. You’re the only one who got to sleep.*

***Fraser:*** *I-- I tend to have the ability to just - shut off when I’m stressed.*

***Zac:*** *What is there to be stressed about? We’re all here, relaxing in this lovely - dingy, makeshift cell. Being fed limited rations, with absolutely nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company. I guess it’s true what they say though. The important thing is we’re together* ***(He smirks)***.

***Kate:*** *I need to stretch my legs* ***(She stands up)***.

***Zac:*** *Eager to get back to splitting logs in the yard, eh?*

***Kate:*** *It gives me something to do, and some fresh air. This place is starting to stink of sweat.*

***Marcus:*** *Guess they don’t care* ***that*** *much for the conditions of their prisoners.*

***Zac:*** *Oh but have you seen the ego on that creepy-looking motherfucker? You’ve seen the same guy I have, right? He’s self-absorbed. He’s delusional. This thing - it’s all make-believe. He’s convinced that he’s doing gods work - that he’s a goddamn representative for a fucking holiday resort. It’s a joke - and it’s seriously enough to make me smile every time I see his stupid face.*

An intercom nearby comes to life, NATHANIEL SHEPARD’s voice coming through.

***Nathaniel:*** *Good morning everyone, welcome to the morning announcements.*

***Kate: (To Zac)*** *Well luckily for you, you get to endure his - beautiful voice for another ten minutes.*

KATE BLOODSTONE smirks, looking up at the intercom, though it quickly fades away.

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**Scene #5**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK A**

***Nathaniel:*** *Good morning everyone, welcome to the morning announcements.*

JON MATTHEWS looks up at the intercom, annoyed.

***Jon:*** *Is this for fucking real?*

Around the cell, people’s eyes slowly open, having been woken by NATHANIEL SHEPARD’s voice.

***Angela:*** *Oh I just got to sleep--* ***(She rubs her eyes)***.

***Austin: (He lifts his hat, looking around, his eyes barely open)*** *What was that?*

***Aldus:*** *I was sleeping, come on…*

***Nathaniel:*** *It’s another fine day here at the stadium, the staff are up bright and early and we’re ready to make some progress. Just a few exciting things to go over. Our set up here at the football stadium will be coming to an end. Those of you sitting within your - guest quarters right now, will be eagerly awaiting your voyage across the sea to paradise as I can imagine. And you are all going to be our final voyage, for we have done enough work here in Colorado. As soon as our ship  returns, we will be moving out, and you will see for yourselves the promise-land become a reality.*

***Angela:*** *I just want to fucking sleep* ***(She buries her face in her hands)***.

***Aldus:*** *This sounds like communism. Because he’s making it sound good when it’s really a horrid idea.*

***Jared:*** *Okay, spy.*

***Aldus:*** *How am I a spy if I’ve been here as long as you, Jared. You’re just insane that you have no female companion. Get over it and get your mind in check.*

***Jared:*** *Because let me tell you something. The signs are clear.*

***Albert:*** *Not now. Don’t argue - please.*

***Jared:*** *Okay, Jesus.*

***Layton:*** *Hey - which one of you was snoring so loudly last night? Wait… that was me? Or… Nahhh. Which of you was it?*

***Jon:*** *Could swear I heard those sounds coming from your end. You slept like a damn hog.*

***Layton:*** *I apologize friends… but then how did I hear it… A dream perhaps.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Rations today will be given out over the course of the morning. All new members will receive a half-sandwich and a cup of water. Those who have misbehaved will receive nothing. A reminder that any subject who disobeys the rules during yard time, will spend a night in the dark room so that they can face adequate punishment.*

***Jon: (He chuckles)*** *The fucking dark room. Listen to this guy.*

***William:*** *Best be on best behaviour then, Jared.*

***Jared:*** *I’ve been hiding in boxes ever since it was a trend. Remember the mail yourself challenge? I did that. JKHD.*

***Layton:*** *That’s awesome! What was it like? I always thought it was a government conspiracy.*

***Jared:*** *It was hot, and it sucked ass. But I ended up seeing the inside of a post office. I usually just forced my mom to go and get my paychecks there. First time I ever went.*

***Layton:*** *It was the way of the government making money, I tell you! They wanted to make an extra few hundred thousand in postal costs! Believe me!*

***William: (To Jared)*** *You seem to think everything is hot.*

***Jared:*** *Ooh, yeah. Like that Rebecca chick* ***(He looks over at her)***. *Or Kate. Or that other chick.*

***William:*** *Jared - do remember she knocked you on your ass.*

***Jared:*** *I like strong independent women. Now I know she’s got strong thighs.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Our special guest who we are partnering with will be taken on a tour of the stadium today, please be well-mannered and behaved when they come around for inspections. We want to show the real impact our community has.*

***Austin:*** *A - guest? What are we - some fucking animals?*

REBECCA DAWSON stands up, approaching JARED KELLINGS.

***Rebecca:*** *You want to see a test of strength? I can remind you.*

***Jared:*** *Please, baby. Hit me.*

***Rebecca:*** *I’m gonna guess it was you who kept reaching over in the night like a perv.*

***William:*** *Jared - you’re tempting me.*

***Rebecca:*** *If you think that’s an attractive way to speak to a woman, you’re aiming into the wrong ball-park. What’s the best you’ve had? A hooker you’ve paid? No woman with any self-respect would crawl to you.*

***Jared:*** *My fans. You hit them up in like a group chat. You say ‘Yo, you wanna be in a video?’. I mean, I got tons of shit like that. A lot of fat, ugly chicks though.*

***William:*** *Nobody with any self-respect would be his fan either.*

***Jared:*** *Listen, man, I just been away from a hole for a long time, and this is my first time seeing some again. So you can get I’m into that shit.*

***William:*** ***(To Jared)*** *I’m sure - borderline pedophilic molestation felt nice. To you, at least.*

ALDUS PAXTON clears his throat, looking over at Jared awkwardly.

***Aldus:*** *So, uh, Jared - when you were out there did you see anyone else from the mall or no?*

***Jared:*** *That one Robin dude and the - army leader guy I forgot the name of. Benjy?*

***Jon:*** *Benjamin. He’s alive? Fucking Christ I did not expect that.*

***William:*** *The businessman* ***(He nods slowly)***.

***Jared:*** *Well-- Well let me tell you this. With Robin, he ended up getting in a - well, questionable relationship with Edward. The two were real close* ***(He winks)***.

***William:*** *Sounds like you’d fit right in.*

***Jared:*** *I was tryin’ to be the third wheel - but it ain’t fun being gay without the Gaylord Reynes.*

***William:*** *I’m sure you know all about my sexuality, Jared.*

***Jon: (To Jared)*** *Edward - the hunched over little maniac - pale face?*

***Jared:*** *Bingo, Jon.*

***Angela: (To Jon)*** *Sounds like you knew some real characters.*

***Jon:*** *Some real weirdos.*

***Aldus:*** *Jon, there is an issue. We gotta hope that Edward finds us, because if they’re still alive, who knows where he is if Benjamin is out there. Since he didn’t like us last time.*

***Jon:*** *We can’t rely on people who we don’t know are coming. We’re gonna stick to my plan. Get a lay of what the hell is going on here. And then make our move.*

***Jared:*** *Don’t trust the spy to do that. I thought you knew better than that, Shawshank.*

***William:*** *You talk an awful lot of shit.*

***Jared:*** *Gonna return the compliment since your breath smells like shit.*

***William:*** ***(Jokingly)*** *Been close enough to smell my breath? Surely not during my sleep.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON shakes his head from the corner, looking over at Jon.

***Austin: (Muttering to himself)*** *They all gonna get shot.*

He then looks up, seeing DANIEL ROCKWELL arriving in front of the cell, two guards with him. He points at Austin, ALBERT HANSON, WILLIAM REYNES and Rebecca.

***Daniel:*** *You guys are unlisted yet - you’re a group now. Up, up, let’s get to it.*

***Austin:*** *I thought it was threes.*

***Daniel:*** *Loose numbers, as long as it’s not over five I feel comfortable.*

***Jared:*** *Aww, you ain’t gonna put me with the girl?*

***William:*** *Jared - remember what happened last time. I suggest you don’t go down that rabbit hole again.*

***Jared:*** *Yeah, you got triggered.*

***William:*** *And you got knocked out.*

***Daniel:*** *Names, please. I need the names of those I’m bringing out. I’ve got a… Jon, Angela and Aldus in group A? That correct?*

***Angela:*** *Correct, darling.*

***Daniel:*** *Group B - who do I have?* ***(He looks at William)*** *Gonna cooperate with me here? Make this easy for the both of us. It’s so fucking unorganized here. If you ask me - we should’ve taken your names before throwing you in this ass of a cell, but - this is how we do it.*

***William:*** *William. The rest are Rebecca, Austin and Albert.*

***Daniel: (He writes the name down on a notepad)*** *William, Rebecca, Austin, Albert… Alright.*

Daniel and one of the armed guards step forward, as Daniel puts away his notepad. He pulls out a set of keys, unlocking it.

***Daniel:*** *I want all of you coming out to emerge from the cell in a single file line.*

William, Rebecca, Austin and Albert slowly step towards the cell door, getting in a line. Meanwhile, Layton turns to look at Alex and Jared.

***Layton:*** *I guess this means we’ll be a group, friends!*

***William: (To Daniel)*** *You left the lunatics together.*

***Layton:*** *Hah - he sure did. Wait… Lunatics?*

***William:*** *Lunatics* ***(He nods)***. *You’re my favourite one though, Layton.*

Jared smiles, before standing up and getting in line.

***Daniel:*** *Out of the line.*

***Jared:*** *You talking to me?*

***Daniel:*** *I’m talkin’ to you. Shift.*

***Jared:*** *Motherfucker! Why can’t I be with any fucking girl anymore?!*

Daniel sighs, waving William and the others forward.

***Daniel:*** *Alright, march out of the cell, group B. I’m gonna take you to the pitch, get you set up.*

Once William, Rebecca, Austin and Albert have stepped out, Daniel closes and locks the cell again. He begins leading the four of them down the hall, his two guards keeping a close eye on them.

***Daniel:*** *Alrighty, if you’d come with me. I hope your stay has been pleasant so far, I’m* ***sure*** *it has.*

***William:*** *Delightful* ***(He smiles sarcastically)***.

***Austin:*** *Pleasant…* ***(He coughs)***.

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**Scene #6**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - MORNING**

DANIEL ROCKWELL emerges out onto the field, a cold breeze hitting him. He walks past NICK PARKER and ISAAC MOSES, looking at them.

***Daniel:*** *Got a new group of folks for you guys to monitor. Their yard time starts now.*

***Nick:*** *Alright.*

WILLIAM REYNES, REBECCA DAWSON, AUSTIN KINGSTON and ALBERT HANSON step past them, onto the field.

***William:*** *My eyes are blessed once more.*

Meanwhile, NATHANIEL SHEPARD’s voice is heard speaking over the intercom again.

***Nathaniel:*** *Remember subjects, good behaviour is being looked for at all times. You will be rewarded for following the rules.*

Nick digs through his pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He takes one out, and then goes through his pockets again, looking for something.

***Nick:*** *Ah, shit. Isaac, you got a lighter?*

***Isaac:*** *A light? No, no--I don’t smoke.*

He sighs, looking around.

***Nick:*** *Useless…*

***Daniel:*** *Have fun you two. I’m on break.* ***(He pats Nick on the shoulder)*** *Don’t go too hard on them, drill sergeant.*

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**Scene #7**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - PITCH - MORNING**

REBECCA DAWSON swings an axe into the log, splitting it in two. She pants, looking around.

***Rebecca:*** *You know, having to do this bust drone work. It’s worth it for the fresh air. Didn’t realize how much I needed it.*

***Austin:*** *Hard work - am I right?*

***William:*** *Nothing wrong with being a good worker* ***(He splits a log)***.

Rebecca looks over at WILLIAM REYNES, while splitting apart another log.

***Rebecca:*** *William. You didn’t get much sleep, did you?*

***William:*** *None. But I’ll manage* ***(He smiles)''***.
***Rebecca:*** *You look like shit. Everyone in that cell. Whether they like it or not-- They need someone to turn to.*

***William:*** *I’m sure Jared is just that guy* ***(He slams the axe down onto another log)***.

***Rebecca:*** *Assholes like Jared are good at irritating people, but if people had to pick between following you or Jared, who do you think they’d go with? I think I know who I’d rather have make decisions for the group.*

***William:*** *Me. But - that would be a poor choice* ***(He shakes his head)***.

***Rebecca: (To Austin and Albert)*** *What about you guys?*

***Austin:*** *Huh? Yeah, William, sure.*

***Rebecca:*** *You’re stressed out, William. I get it. We all do. Most of us are. You especially. You lost your best friend, and now we’re all locked up in a cell not knowing what to expect. But we need you to bring us all together. Right now - that cell is awful. Everyone just bickers, no wonder everyone is exhausted. Jon is off with his own plan for escape - and who actually knows what’s happening there except Angela and Aldus?*

***William:*** *I’m not gonna live up to what he was for us* ***(He looks down)***.

***Rebecca:*** *How do you know that if you haven’t had the chance yet? You of all people would respect the way he did things. Was he even officially the leader? Or was he just a people-person who everyone naturally chose without having to say it?*

William grips his axe, thinking for a moment.

***William:*** *I’ll - give it a try. He’d want me to.*

***Rebecca:*** *All you need to do is try and make everyone that we have more of a unit, and I know you can do that going forward. Getting us all on the same page, all on the same team. Otherwise we’ll never get out of here.*

***William:*** *What about Jon, Angela and Aldus? They seem - fairly set.*

***Rebecca:*** *They communicate with each other properly, if they see the group being a team again, they’ll involve the group in their plan. Jon has experience with this, and he seems to respect you.*

***William: (He nods)*** *Yeah - yeah, you’re right. You never know if you can fly unless you take the risk of falling, anyway.*

***Rebecca:*** *There you go.*

She smiles, placing another log down, and raising her axe.

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**Scene #8**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CAFETERIA**

DANIEL ROCKWELL strolls into an area of the stadium set up to be a cafeteria. He approaches a cabinet, walking past LOLIDA WINDFIELD and GRANT CARVER at a table, the latter of whom with his head down, snoring.

***Daniel:*** *Morning.*

***Lolida:*** *Morning.*

Daniel swings open the cabinet door, seeing hardly a thing.

***Daniel:*** *Christ. Can’t even make my coffee anymore, we’re really in the danger zone now.*

***Lolida:*** *Really are, my friend.*

***Daniel:*** *This won’t be a problem if the boss is so sure we’ll be out of here in a week. But I have my doubts about that.*

Daniel hops up onto a table, sitting down. Grant lifts his head up quickly, flinching.

***Grant:*** *Fuck, you scared the shit out of me* ***(He yawns, stretching)***.

***Daniel:*** *You fall asleep already? Did you have a night shift?*

***Grant:*** *You bet.*

***Daniel:*** *Sucks.*

Daniel hops back off the table.

***Lolida:*** *Look, we should at least get some supplies. For the shit we have right now isn’t gonna last for a week.*

Lolida pauses, looking over at NATHANIEL SHEPARD entering the room, a smile on his face.

***Nathaniel:*** *Ah - gentlemen. I thought I might find you here - making the usual good coffee?* ***(He looks at Daniel)***

***Daniel:*** *Not today, actually. We’re that low on supplies.*

***Nathaniel:*** *I’m sure we’ll have just enough coming in to keep us going for the week. These are the hardships we experience, but the reward-- is luxury. Peaches, exotic fruits. Sunshine - safety. It’ll all be in your grasp soon.*

***Grant:*** *What TV program did you get that from?*

***Lolida:*** *Is it really luxury?*

***Nathaniel:*** *Of course…? Both of you aren’t -* ***mocking*** *me, are you?*

***Daniel:*** *They aren’t. Morale is just low.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Ohhh, I understand. It’s a tough job.*

***Grant:*** *I’m just looking forward to this promised land.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Both of you are forgiven for your ignorance. Though while you’re both here, you can come with me and Daniel.*

***Daniel:*** *What are we doing?*

***Grant:*** *Come with you where?*

***Nathaniel:*** *Taking our guest on a tour, of course. Daniel, I want you to show him how disciplined our men are. How professional they can be.*

***Lolida:*** *Err… I guess we could come. Unless Grant has a meeting with a client named nap time.*

***Nathaniel: (He smiles)*** *Humorous. I’ll need you at the infirmary in five.*

Nathaniel turns, walking off. When he’s out of sight, Daniel turns to look at Lolida and Grant.

***Daniel:*** *Alright, listen up for a second. Our guest is some fucking scarred maniac with half a face. Some real weirdo Nathaniel wants to use for some shit. Grant. You can’t keep speaking out.*

***Grant:*** *He’s on about some exotic fruit when we don’t even have fresh bread.*

***Daniel:*** *And we have to deal with it, but do you want to end up in a cell instead? I don’t want you to end up in a cell.*

***Grant: (He frowns)*** *Why is he in charge again?*

***Daniel:*** *Don’t forget he’s got a lot of people wrapped around his finger. People like Nick who think he’s speaking the gospel. There are people who believe in what he’s saying.*

***Grant:*** *Snake…*

***Daniel:*** *Don’t fuck this up for yourself. I’m serious. Come on, let’s get this over with.*

***Lolida:*** *Yeah, Grant.*

Lolida and Grant stand up, following Daniel out of the cafeteria.

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**Scene #9**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

NATHANIEL SHEPARD paces around the room, glancing occasionally at DAMERAE BADRICK.

***Nathaniel:*** *The nurse tells me you had a rather alarming interaction this morning?*

***Badrick:*** *I wanted her to tell the truth. I got it.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Are you scared of dying? Is that it?*

Badrick stands up, getting out of the bed. He towers over Nathaniel.

***Badrick:*** *No. I just like to know how much time I have left.*

***Nathaniel:*** *With the proper treatment - we can keep you going until you reach the island. I’m sure of it.*

Badrick turns around, smiling to himself. He can see right through his lies.

***Badrick:*** *Of course…*

Nathaniel looks back to see Daniel standing in the doorway.

***Daniel:*** *Your* ***personal*** *escort for the tour is here.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Oh excellent. Now you’ll get to see our facilities in full, to see how many people we really have here at the stadium in our custody.*

***Badrick:*** *Mmm… lead the way.*

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**Scene #10**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK A**

NICK PARKER sticks a key into the cell door, unlocking it. He pulls it open, looking over at WILLIAM REYNES, REBECCA DAWSON, AUSTIN KINGSTON and ALBERT HANSON.

***Nick:*** *Inside.*

They step inside, and Nick locks up the cell once again, before walking off.

***Jon:*** *Mmmm. Welcome home.*

***William:*** *We’re back. Hooray.*

After settling back down, Rebecca approaches William.

***Rebecca:*** *Maybe now is the time to try and - get the attention of everyone. It’s up to you how you handle it. Just know you can.*

JON MATTHEWS overhears her, and scoots over to ANGELA JAEGAR, tapping her on the shoulder to wake her.

***Angela:*** *Mm?*

***Jon:*** *Think he’s gonna give us a lecture* ***(He gestures to William)***.

***Angela:*** *I’m sure it’ll be more thrilling than the morning announcements.*

William stands up, clearing his throat.

***William:*** *I’m bad - at speeches, so I’m gonna keep it short and sweet. But yeah - uh, I think it’s time we cut the shit, the bickering, the arguing and the general disarray* ***(He glares at Jared)''***. We gotta accept that - Jacob’s gone - and he isn’t coming back. We have to fend for ourselves. So - I think we should at least make an effort, for each of our sake’s - to pull ourselves together, and work as a group - like we used to - and find a way out.
***Jon:*** *Then I’ll get you all up to speed on a little piece I’ve been working on with Aldus and Angela. The--*

Jon stops himself, hearing voices approaching from outside the cell. NATHANIEL SHEPARD turns a corner with DANIEL ROCKWELL, LOLIDA WINDFIELD and GRANT CARVER with him. Nathaniel turns to face someone still around the corner.

***Austin:*** *Looks like the boss man is here.*

***Nathaniel:*** *So as you can see - we have this entire area to keep our community within. All of these people… who will soon be moving to the island with us.*

DAMERAE BADRICK walks around the corner slowly, looking around.

***Badrick:*** *I see.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Things here are going remarkably well, it’s safe to say.*

***Badrick:*** *Mmm.*

JARED KELLINGS narrows his eyes, looking on.

***Jared:*** *Jesus Christ, who the fuck is that, and what happened to his face?*

***Albert:*** *Wha--*

While scanning the room, Badrick’s eyes land on the large cell William and the others are inside.

***Nathaniel:*** *So, moving on--*

Nathaniel and his escort start moving, while Badrick remains still.

***Nathaniel:*** *Mr. Badrick - this way, please.*

***Badrick:*** *Where… did you find these people?* ***(He turns to Nathaniel)***

***Nathaniel:*** *If it’s of particular interest to you - you can ask Daniel and his boys.*

***Daniel:*** *We found them out on the road in town. Pretty simple.*

***Badrick:*** *Kill them.*

Chuckling quietly, Nathaniel looks around, before looking back at Badrick.

***Lolida:*** *Haha, he’s a jokester, right…?*

***Nathaniel:*** *What? Mr. Badrick you might want to explain--*

***Badrick:*** *I SAID KILL THEM! Give me the keys.*

He walks up to Daniel, grabbing him.

***Daniel:*** *Get the hell off!*

***Badrick:*** *GIVE ME THE KEYS!*

Badrick reaches down to try and grab Daniel’s gun, but Lolida holds him back, restraining him.

***Grant:*** *Back the fuck off, Rastaman.*

***Badrick:*** *I want them dead - I want to KILL THEM--*

He falls forward, breaking into another coughing fit.

***Badrick:*** *Do you hear me? I have been at war with these people - this is my unfinished business - let me kill them!*

***Nathaniel:*** *I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Mr. Badrick. We need everyone we can get our hands on, only the least cooperative would ever even be considered for being killed. We don’t need to make an example, this group is new.*

Badrick slowly starts getting to his feet, his coughing having stopped.

***Nathaniel:*** *Take Mr. Badrick back to the infirmary, please. I can talk to him there.*

***Lolida:*** *Come on* ***(He pulls Badrick back)***.

***Badrick:*** *NO - WANT TO KILL THEM!*

Badrick tries wrestling himself free of Lolida, but he can’t find the strength to do it. So instead, he turns around, charging Lolida into a wall. He grabs his throat.

***Daniel:*** *Jesus.*

Daniel and Grant both take out their pistols, aiming it at Badrick.

***Badrick:*** *I’ll kill* ***anyone*** *who gets in my way.*

***Grant:*** *Hands off, or say goodbye to your better half.*

Lolida digs his hand into Badrick’s burnt side of his face. Yelling in pain, Badrick lets go of Lolida, falling over. On the ground, he coughs loudly, blood spewing out of his mouth.

***Lolida:*** *Jesus…*

***Nathaniel:*** *Alright - enough of this. Take Mr. Badrick out - I will speak with him.*

***Daniel:*** *Grant, Lolida* ***(He nods)***.

Lolida and Grant move up, taking hold of the weak Badrick, hoisting him up. As he is, Badrick glares into William and the group’s cell.

***Badrick:*** *All of you - you’re in my sight now. And you won’t--* ***(He coughs)*** *Escape me… again.*

They drag Badrick out of the room, Nathaniel following along.

***Daniel:*** *Hope you all enjoyed the show.*

Daniel follows Nathaniel and the others out of the room.

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**Scene #11**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - HALLWAYS**

DANIEL ROCKWELL glances through a window looking into the infirmary, where he sees DAMERAE BADRICK sitting alone inside. He slowly looks over at NATHANIEL SHEPARD, who’s standing outside of the infirmary with him.

***Daniel:*** *You spoke to him yet?*

***Nathaniel:*** *I’m about to head in and see how he’s feeling.*

***Daniel:*** *You can’t be serious about all this. We surely need to - put him down. Lock him up like the rest at least? He’s fucking wild. He could’ve killed Lolida.*

***Nathaniel:*** *It should be no later than tomorrow that his ship* ***full*** *of gang members arrives - an entirely new group of people loyal to us. When they hear about Banoi - they would never dare turn on us. They would leave Badrick in the dust if they had to -- especially when they see him in his condition.*

***Daniel:*** *And what if they are fiercely loyal to him? What if you’re just giving this mad man a group of armed people? You heard the psycho, he’s gonna kill anyone in his way. He has no regard for his own life - because his own life is draining by the fucking minute.*

***Nathaniel:*** *I need Badrick to vouch for Banoi for me to his men. When his men hear about what we have, they’ll want to live in that paradise. Their loyalty to a dying man will only go so far. And they’ll be here very soon, and it won’t be long before we pack up here and leave. So I’ll be sending you and your boys out for one last scout of the area, see if you can find anyone at all to bring with us. Now - I best go and speak with him. It’s best I do it alone.*

Daniel shakes his head, watching Nathaniel enter the infirmary.

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**Scene #12**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

**Nathaniel:** Your outburst there, you must have a poor history with those people.

DAMERAE BADRICK stares at him, silent.

***Nathaniel:*** *I need you to be more willing to cooperate next time. You can’t just kill our subjects. You can put your grudges aside, surely. You have a paradise to look forward to. And I’m sure that those men of yours will be here within the next twenty four hours, we have nothing but things to look forward to.*

Badrick looks away.

***Nathaniel:*** *They are the ones who scarred you, I imagine. Tomorrow is a big day, Mr. Badrick. I just need to know that you are still cooperating with me.*

***Badrick:*** *I am cooperating with you. I look forward to lounging on the island. I look forward to-- the doctors treating my condition and - keeping me going. I am excited and appreciate all you and your people have done for me. My outburst… I apologize for it. I hope that--as a charismatic man--you can forgive me. For I am interested in the island, and the island only.*

***Nathaniel: (He smiles)*** *There. All good. Just like that. The snap of a finger. Emotions can often get the better of us, I understand. We’re destined to work together, you and I. I’ll send in the nurse to patch up your bandages, tomorrow is a big day - you’ll go off to meet your men.*

NATHANIEL SHEPARD nods to him, and leaves the room. After he does, Badrick looks down, chuckling, a devilish grin on his face.

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**Scene #13**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK B**

MARCUS DOWNES and KATE BLOODSTONE sit against the cell wall together, bored.

***Kate:*** *Do you think we’ll ever see them again?*

***Marcus:*** *The others? If we get out of this? Yeah, I do. They are a strong bunch, it wasn’t just us who made it out of the school.*

***Kate:*** *I hope we see them again. But if we don’t get out - if these people are being real about actually shipping us off to an island across the ocean…*

***Marcus:*** *Don’t worry. Come on, you’re usually one of the optimistic ones. All we need to do is start planning an escape. We can do it, we’ll all have a part to play.*

ZAC BARNES looks over at them.

***Zac:*** *That sounds thrilling.*

***Fraser:*** *An escape…*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah. An escape. It’s important we all rest up, because we’ll have some long nights ahead planning it.*

***Fraser:*** *I don’t think I’d -- be cut out for an escape. I’d just… slow you down. What can I do? I’m-- I’m not a survivor. I don’t think I can pull my weight here. What can I do?*

***Zac:*** *Fraser. You’re fine.*

***Marcus:*** *We’ll get through it, Fraser.*

***Zac:*** *Yeah, I’m sure this prison will be the thing that makes a man out of you.*

FRASER STILLER sits back against the wall. He closes his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE HOSPITAL - PARKING LOT - MORNING**

FRASER STILLER pushes the bed out into the parking lot, panting. MARCUS DOWNES and ZAC BARNES rush out behind him.

***Zac:*** *Where the fuck is your ambulance, then? We don’t have time to stall.*

***Fraser:*** *Uh-- Uh… There, there!*

He points at the ambulance, which is parked close to the entrance. Without delay, they all start hurrying towards it, Fraser rolling CASSANDRA BACCARIN and the bed along. In the parking lot, people run around frantically, vehicles speed by, horns and sirens blare. Screams are heard, people being bitten by zombies everywhere. As Fraser and the others arrive next to the ambulance, they watch as a woman is shoved against the side of it, a zombie tearing a chunk out of her neck. Marcus points her revolver up, shooting the zombie in the head. The bitten woman falls to the floor, bleeding out, crying in pain.

***Zac:*** *Too late for her. She’s fucked.*

Fraser unlocks and swings open the back doors, placing the bed into the back. Meanwhile, ALDUS PAXTON comes running up to them, a rifle in his hand.

***Aldus:*** *I’m just gonna join you folks. Name’s Aldus.*

***Marcus: (He nods)*** *Get in the back.*

Aldus jumps up into the back, as does Zac. Once Fraser has the bed set in place, he hops out, beginning to run around to the driver’s door.

***Marcus:*** *Wait - wait. I’ll drive. Aren’t you needed in the back? With your patient?*

***Fraser:*** *Uh-- right, right - yeah.*

He tosses the keys to Marcus, and then jumps into the back again.

***Aldus:*** *I’ll cover us if those, erm-- things catch up. And a word of advice - don’t get bit. If you do, trust me, it’ll probably mean death.*

***Zac:*** *Just remember, we can’t save everyone. If we stop for people, we’ll simply die with them. Sounds dickish, but it’s the fucking truth. We can’t let ourselves get overwhelmed.*

Zac slams the back doors shut, and Marcus starts the ambulance, driving off. In the back, Fraser kneels down next to Cassandra.

***Fraser:*** *Ma’am…?*

***Cassandra:*** *I…*

Fraser looks down at her stomach, where bandages are covering the place where she’d been stabbed.

***Fraser:*** *Okay - I need to-- replace the bandages, and properly treat your wound, okay? Now-- Fuck… I…*

***Zac:*** *Come on. Help her, you’re a fucking paramedic. You’re in an ambulance! Apply pressure to the wound!*

***Fraser:*** *Please - stop yelling.*

Marcus pulls out the hospital parking lot, taking off down the street, passing. Cars speed past, people are running the streets, fleeing. One woman on the side of the road clutches at her child, before a zombie grabs her from behind.

***Marcus:*** *We have to help these people…*

***Zac:*** *We can’t! If we stop, we’ll be in the exact same position as them.*

***Aldus:*** *If we do, we’re only letting death get closer. As much as I hate to agree, this guy is right. It’s survival, meaning we gotta get out of this.*

Fraser slowly peels off the bandages on Cassandra.

***Fraser:*** *Ma’am - stay with me. I-- I’m changing the bandages.*

Blood begins pouring out of the wound.

***Zac:*** *Apply pressure you fucking idiot!*

***Fraser:*** *I AM!*

Cassandra looks over at Fraser, her skin pale.

***Cassandra:*** *It… It’s okay.*

***Fraser:*** *No - I have to save you. I have to--*

***Zac:*** *Jesus fuck - you’re useless! How the hell did you become a paramedic?*

Fraser freezes, stressed, panicked, not knowing what to do.

***Zac:*** *Help her!*

Fraser starts applying pressure to her wound. Meanwhile, Marcus swerves the ambulance hard to avoid an oncoming car. Medical supplies spill out of cabinets, crashing onto the ground.

***Marcus:*** *We’re almost in the clear - I’m gonna find a place for us to park for a while.*

Fraser looks at Cassandra, seeing her eyes shut.

***Fraser:*** *Ma’am - please. Please stay with me.*

He lets go of the wound, scrounging around the floor for anything he can use. Marcus pulls the ambulance into a quiet parking lot, stopping the vehicle.

***Fraser:*** *Ma’am I’m going to--*

He stops, looking at her motionless body. Shaking his head, he leans in to listen for breathing, hearing nothing. Desperate, he tries doing CPR, but it’s too little, too late.

***Fraser:*** *Stay with me - please!*

***Marcus:*** *Fraser…*

Fraser looks over at Marcus, who simply shakes his head. Fraser continues CPR for a moment, before stopping.

***Fraser:*** *She’s dead…*

He collapses back onto the floor, laying there. He exhales quietly.