Consequence/Transcript

*“Badrick didn’t change me, I changed myself.”* *—Edward*

**Starring:**

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

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

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

**Also Starring**

Daniel Sharman as DANIEL ROCKWELL

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Keira Knightley as CLAIRE NOBLE

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Paul Bettany as NATHANIEL SHEPARD

**Guest Starring**

Joe Morton as ISAAC MOSES

Jason Lee as LOLIDA WINDFIELD

Viola Davis as VIVIAN FINKLING

Tim Wersan as KYLE DOUGLASS

Nico Bustamante as BERNIE ORTAN

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

**Co-Starring**

Mustafa Shakir as DELROY SHAKIR

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - LIBRARY**

RANDALL FORSTER enters the library, walking across the room towards the couch that MICHAEL HALL is lying down on, motionless.

***Randall:*** *Thought I’d come check on you. How are you holding up?*

Michael doesn’t respond, prompting Randall to tap him on the shoulder.

***Randall:*** *Oy.*

Michael opens his eyes slowly, looking almost confused.

***Randall:*** *Sorry to wake ya’, bud.*

***Michael:*** *I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I was…*

***Randall:*** *You did lose a lot of blood, but you should be good. Still look like shit though.*

***Michael:*** *Mmm… I’ve been dreaming a lot. I haven’t dreamed since I was a boy.*

***Randall:*** *Dreaming? What about?*

***Michael:*** *My family.*

Not knowing how to reply, Randall awkwardly grabs a book, fiddling with it.

***Michael:*** *I don’t deserve to be here. I’ve come to terms with that. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on who I am, and who I’ve been. When I spoke to you at the clinic on the way here, about my sons… It really would have been different if I didn’t think I had to kill everyone we encountered to protect us. Maybe Benjamin would’ve gotten his final moments with his little girl if I hadn’t slowed Clyde down either while he was doing the right thing. And… you’d still have your best friend.*

Randall looks at the ground, clenching his fists. He takes a deep breath, relaxing, opening his hands.

***Randall:*** *You’ve changed, Michael. You’re not that man anymore. Yeah… you did horrible shit. But if it weren’t for you… I’d be dead… and Jim… Well, he trusted you.*

He looks down at Michael, who’s shut his eyes.

***Randall:*** *You still with me?*

***Michael:*** *Yes. Yes, I… Your words mean a lot to me, Randall. It’s all I wanted to hear. My boys are waiting for me… My wife is waiting for me… She was a beautiful woman. I’ve been longing to see her face again* ***(He smiles slightly)***.

***Randall:*** *I’m sure she was. You should sleep. You’re stable… weak… but just get as much rest as possible. We can start getting you some fresh air when you’re ready for it. Aight?*

Michael slowly lifts his hand, giving a thumbs up.

***Randall:*** *I’ll check in soon.*

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - AFTERNOON**

DEAN HOWARDS shovels more dirt into the grave, slowly filling it up. Nearby, CLYDE ROLLINS and CLAIRE NOBLE are leaning against a fence, chatting.

***Dean:*** *I don’t know if he would’ve liked this. Somewhere--out here. It’s the best I can give him.*

Frowning, Dean shovels another scoop of dirt into the pit.

***Clyde:*** *I suppose that… it’s the thought that counts… the ceremonious exit. Anything is better than being left out on the street to rot.*

***Dean:*** *You’re right. I couldn’t let that happen to him. I remember when I was talking to him in, uh, a storage room. I had an outburst, and - I was running a-muck. Saying all sorts of crap, and-- I had punched Owen. It’s kind of ironic now, Owen saved my life-- He saved my life and died doing it. He calmed me down, he told me a bit about - his family.*

***Clyde:*** *Jim was good at that. This world was too cruel for him. Such a kind man was well above it. I didn’t think I was cut out for this… but I’ve met some good people. And I’m lucky to have been shown how to act. To be more… humble. Yes, humble. That’s the word.*

***Dean:*** *I remember you in the beginning* ***(He chuckles softly)***. *You had ran off from us. Don’t worry, I’d have done the same. That was only the beginning. You seem like a better man now, Rollins. I say that - not seeing you for a while but-- talking to you. And seeing that you’re scarred too. I can just tell.*

Dean continues shoveling dirt, nearly filling the grave.

***Clyde:*** *Yes, yes - my battle scar. I decided that rather than cry about it, which won’t bring it back… I should wear it like a badge of honour.*

***Dean:*** *It looks cool on you. It reminds me of all sorts of roles you played in.*

***Claire:*** *You’re on route to becoming a real action-hero, Clyde. You just need to find your confidence when facing the dead. Here--*

She points at a zombie stumbling out of the woods, and gestures at Clyde’s bat.

***Clyde:*** *Oh - now?*

***Claire:*** *You’ve had enough practice. Just do everything I told you. Keep your posture straight, and just use the form you’ve been shown.*

***Clyde:*** *Very well, very well… this is my big moment. As I prepare to engage in battle with my daring opponent…*

***Dean:*** *I love the way you speak. I wish I could have that type of enthusiasm about such a thing.*

***Claire:*** *Very Shakespeare.*

Clyde readies his baseball bat, stepping away from the fence. The zombie notices him, and starts walking over. As it does, Clyde rushes at it, swinging his baseball bat and letting out a battle cry. The bat connects with the head, sending it to the ground.

***Claire:*** *Good, now finish it.*

Clyde raises the bat above its head and slams it down. He does it again and again, until finally it dies, brains splattering out the side of its head.

***Dean:*** *Damn.*

***Clyde:*** *I just threw up a little in my mouth.*

***Dean:*** *That’s your first?*

***Clyde:*** *That’s the first time I’ve done it with confidence… It’s upsetting to remember they were just people once.*

***Dean:*** *Mm, you get used to it. Putting them down - means something. They’re suffering. Gotta make sure to take them out of that.*

***Claire:*** *It’s good you still remember them for what they were… not everyone does. I’ve gotten so used to dispatching them that it stops being apparent after a while. Not unless you find a wallet with some information about them… about who they are. Maybe a family photo.*

Dean continues shoveling for a few moments longer, before finishing up. He jabs the shovel into the ground, rubbing dirt off his shirt and pants.

***Dean:*** *I think this is it. Well-- all we need now is a cross. I should’ve gotten that done first.*

Dean looks up towards the school, seeing RANDALL FORSTER walking out towards him, hands buried in his pockets.

***Dean:*** *How’s, uh - Michael doing.*

***Randall:*** *Not great.*

***Dean:*** *I expected so.*

***Randall:*** *But, uh, he should be good with some rest… lots and lots of rest.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t know how long we’re gonna stay here.*

Randall looks down at Jim’s grave.

***Randall:*** *So long, Jim. You absolute mad-man.*

***Dean:*** *He was cool as hell.*

***Randall:*** *I wanted to save him. I wish I was able to save both you and Jim at the quarry. I’m sorry I couldn’t.*

Dean picks up a couple of twigs, and tears off a piece of his sleeve. He ties the two twigs together into the shape of a cross and shoves it at the top of the grave.

***Dean:*** *There he is…*

***Randall:*** *Good job, it’s fine work you’ve done, Dean.*

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**Scene #3**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

DANIEL ROCKWELL limps into the infirmary, escorting LOLIDA WINDFIELD, who’s barely conscious. As he enters the waiting room, VIVIAN FINKLING comes walking out of the operating room, seeing their state.

***Vivian:*** *Come inside, now.*

She opens the door to the operating room, beckoning them in.

***Daniel:*** *Where do I put him?*

***Vivian:*** *Table, right there.*

Daniel follows her instructions and lays Lolida down onto the table, as Vivian goes through a cabinet, grabbing a pair of gloves.

***Daniel:*** *He had his head knocked up real bad…*

***Vivian:*** *Let me check for signs of trauma.*

***Daniel:*** *I-- I need to leave him with you.*

***Vivian:*** *That’s perfectly okay.*

Daniel turns, limping back towards the exit door, passing by JON MATTHEWS, who’s still lying in the infirmary, listening to them.

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**Scene #4**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - COMMENTATORS BOOTH**

DANIEL ROCKWELL limps up the stairs, making his way towards the top of the stadium where Nathaniel’s office is.

***Daniel:*** *Nathaniel!*

He pushes open the door leading to the commentators booth.

***Daniel:*** *Nathaniel!*

NATHANIEL SHEPARD looks up from his desk, weary.

***Nathaniel:*** *Daniel - you’re back so soon… and in a state… My goodness… What happened to you?*

***Daniel:*** *Listen the fuck up. Your fucking guest - attacked us - we crashed on the road. Grant is* ***dead''***. Lolida is in the infirmary with severe fucking head injuries. And Badrick is off to get his men alone!
***Nathaniel: (He smiles)*** *Oh… good… that means if our ship doesn’t return we’ll have his.*

***Daniel:*** *I… What? Is it not obvious what he’s going to fucking do to all of us here?!*

***Nathaniel:*** *But… we’re going to Banoi… the island, yes. If all has gone well, our ship should be back soon… if it isn’t, Mr. Badrick has one--*

***Daniel:*** *Our ship was meant to return weeks ago, Nathaniel. It’s not coming back.*

***Nathaniel:*** *You never did like our guest, Daniel. You aren’t - lying to me, are you? Trying to… deceive me. I know how uncooperative Grant could be… We-- Me and you - our people here - we need to get to Banoi.*

He stands up from his desk, walking around and up to Daniel. He grabs his shoulder.

***Nathaniel:*** *The PARADISE across the sea that awaits us, remember?! Fresh fruit! Stable walls! Free of the dead! DO YOU REMEMBER?* ***(He shakes him)*** *IT’S - OURS - WE’RE PART OF THAT--*

Daniel pushes him back. Nathaniel stumbles, falling to his knees, his eyes watering.

***Nathaniel:*** *If the worst has come… and Mr. Badrick… has betrayed us… if he--truly is acting on his emotions. Which… let’s imagine he is… Then we can still take his ship… we can still win this.*

***Daniel:*** *You’re fucking delusional. We need to leave. This whole operation is done.*

***Nathaniel:*** *We can… ready defenses… Badrick is dying, he needs us--*

***Daniel:*** *I don’t think he cares. A dying man has nothing to lose, don’t you fucking see that all he wants is the people in that cell dead? You’re trying to bargain with someone who doesn’t care about anything except his lust to kill us all.*

***Nathaniel: (He shakes his head)*** *Once we get that ship we’ll be… lounging in the sun. We’ll be safe… everything I’ve worked for will have paid off.*

Daniel stares at him, as he walks back, before turning and storming out of the office.

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**Scene #5**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - CELL BLOCK B**

MARCUS DOWNES looks over at FRASER STILLER, thinking to himself.

***Marcus:*** *So the others are here? They are okay?*

***Fraser:*** *Yes, yes - I was able to convince the doctor to keep Jon in the infirmary overnight, just in case his wound became infected. Whether or not he makes a move, I don’t know… I’d hate for him to harm her.*

***Kate:*** *I don’t think he’d harm a woman.*

***Zac:*** *And if he has to… it’s for us.*

***Marcus:*** *Do you know when you’ll next be on duty, Fraser?*

***Fraser:*** *No - not yet. The doctor just dismissed me for now, said I’d done good work. Maybe they’ll - need the extra help. There’s quite a lot of patients for her to manage, I imagine she’ll require me again soon. It’s felt good to-- to be helping people. I was never able to get over--*

***Zac:*** *If you’re still trying to prove yourself for* ***that***… *You don’t need to. Listen, Fraser… I think it’s safe to say you proved me wrong on that one.*

***Fraser:*** *I should’ve been able to help her… it was my job. I just couldn’t focus.*

***Marcus:*** *We don’t blame you. The world was ending, you just witnessed your friend die, everyone was stressed. She had a bad stab wound that hadn’t been treated for a long while.*

***Zac:*** *And I-- I was an asshole, Fraser. It wasn’t fair of me to say the shit I did to you. Especially when you were stressed. I’m willing to - take a seat on that one and say I was wrong. I took it too far.*

***Fraser: (He nods slowly)*** *Thank you… I-- I just still feel I failed her.*

***Zac:*** *Well you can hear it from me. You didn’t.*

ISAAC MOSES shuffles around to face the prisoners inside the cell.

***Isaac:*** *Hey, it’s not your fault for whatever happened in the beginning, man. We had no clue what was going on - it was a new thing.*

They look over at Isaac, startled to see the guard speaking to them.

***Isaac:*** *I’m not like the others, don’t worry, folk. I--I won’t say nothing bad or hurt y’all.*

***Zac:*** *Well fuck me, you can consider me surprised.*

***Kate:*** *So - what’s your name?*

***Isaac:*** *Isaac. Y’know, I’m a - college professor. I came here because - they said on the island they’d need me to teach the new generation of kids. I was supposed to reprise that role. Now, it seems like that’ll never happen. Ever since I got here, we’ve had people in cells-- People being beaten.*

***Kate:*** *Are you meant to be chatting to us?*

***Isaac:*** *…No. No, I’m not.*

***Kate:*** *So what led to the change?*

***Isaac:*** *The people here are awful. We have a man that we’re supporting that's a killer. And all of you are forced to work-- Forced to do OUR work.*

Marcus stands up, looking on at Isaac.

***Marcus:*** *Do you think you can help us?*

***Isaac:*** *I-- I’d like to. I really would like to. I… Yes.*

***Marcus:*** *What do you mean - about the killer part?*

***Isaac:*** *You don’t know? I guess no one’s told you, huh. Badrick-- one of the backers of the Fayard gang. We’re holding him, giving him the five star treatment.*

***Kate:*** *He’s here?*

Isaac nods.

***Zac:*** *Oh we really are fucked.*

***Isaac:*** *They don’t tell me much of anything but-- That’s what I do know. We’re backing a killer.*

***Fraser:*** *You have to get us out of here - so we can help our friends. If he finds we’re here - he’ll kill us on the spot!*

***Isaac:*** *Why so? You got background with him?*

***Marcus:*** *We had conflict with him. He’s a fucking psychopath. He’s torn so much away from us. So many people. Good people. And a good place.*

***Isaac: (He frowns)*** *Sorry. Sorry for you-- losing folk.*

Somewhere closeby a door is heard opening. Isaac looks over in a panic, seeing DANIEL ROCKWELL limping through.

***Isaac:*** *I-I wasn’t-- Oh. Oh, Daniel* ***(He sighs in relief)***.

***Daniel:*** *Isaac. I need to talk to you.*

***Isaac:*** *What happened? You look-- You ain’t looking too hot.*

Daniel beckons him to come over to him. Isaac slowly walks over to him, out of ear range from the cell.

***Daniel:*** *Things have gone to shit here… the escort went wrong, the asshole caused us to crash. Grant’s dead.*

***Isaac:*** *Grant…*

***Daniel:*** *And Lolida… he’s in the infirmary.*

***Isaac:*** *I knew it. I knew it, we’re backing a damn killer. Who decided THIS was a good idea?*

***Daniel:*** *Nathaniel - he’s lost it, Isaac. Listen to me. We’re gonna leave. Me, you, Lolida--anyone else who wants to come. We need to get out of here. That psycho will be going to get his men. We sure as hell won’t be here for it. Nathaniel- he--he’s lost his mind. We can’t do shit to change it.*

Isaac looks over his shoulder at the cell.

***Isaac:*** *Those folk. They have background with Badrick. They say he’ll kill them if he sees them. We’ve gotta gather them - get them out of here.*

***Daniel:*** *The ones in there have background with Badrick too?*

***Isaac:*** ***(He nods)*** *They don’t deserve that. Nothing like that at all. I don’t wanna let that happen. I listened to them talk-- They’re just humans. People like us.*

***Daniel:*** *Take me to them. I’ve spoke to them once before.*

***Isaac:*** *Alright, c’mon.*

Isaac turns, walking Daniel over to the cell.

***Isaac:*** *Alright. Let’s keep this discreet, but-- We’re gonna try and get you gang out of here. To - the best of our ability. Me and Daniel here.*

***Kate:*** *Isn’t Daniel one of the top dogs here?*

Isaac nods.

***Zac:*** *Y’know, I could always tell by his depressed-looking face that he wasn’t happy. Question is - if you’re a turncoat, you have to have a good reason as to why, so tell me - tell all of us. Why?*

***Daniel:*** *Because I’m not fucking stupid. I’ve went along with this for long enough. This entire place - it’s all bullshit. That ship - the voyage Nathaniel keeps promising everyone to Banoi. It’s not coming back. It’s why you’ve spent all the extra time here. You were meant to be gone days ago. And now… Badrick’s putting all of his eggs in a psychopaths basket… one who’s coming here to kill us all real soon.*

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

***Isaac:*** *He’s coming here. He’s got folks gathered up - ready.*

***Kate:*** *He got out? I thought he was here.*

***Daniel:*** *Nathaniel had a planned rendezvous with some of his men. Now he probably has an army at his fingertips.*

***Zac:*** *Oh fuck me sideways. He always gets an army.*

***Daniel:*** *He caught a look of some of the people here, ones he had bad history with. Wants them dead real bad. Knowing his condition, it’s probably all he’s living for.*

***Kate:*** *…Our friends. Our friends are here. It was them. I know it.*

***Isaac:*** *We’re gonna make sure you all get out and reunite, then. I promise. We promise.*

***Fraser:*** *Wait, wait-- I should come clean here then. Our-- While I was helping in the infirmary. Our friends… Our other friends… They have a plan… they are enacting it… planning to escape themselves. I don’t know what it is yet - but I know one of our friends is in the infirmary. He might do something rash to escape - I gave him a scalpel.*

***Isaac:*** *Well tell him before he jabs someone.*

***Zac: (To Fraser)*** *Can we really trust these guys yet…?*

***Fraser:*** *We don’t have a choice, Zac. And I do…*

***Daniel:*** *Well look… I can’t let you all out yet… not until I know you’re following* ***my*** *plan. Sit tight. I’ll take you--* ***(He points at Fraser)*** *--to the infirmary now. We’re gonna figure out how many people are willing to jump ship. Nathaniel still has some loyalists. If we let you out it’ll be considered a riot. People will die.*

***Kate:*** *Fine, fine, fine. Take Fraser.*

***Daniel:*** *Isaac - stay here with this bunch.*

***Isaac:*** *I will.*

Daniel takes out a key, unlocking the cell. Fraser stands up, exiting. When he does, Daniel closes and locks the cell again.

***Daniel:*** *We’re gonna seize control of this place from Nathaniel and his guys and then get you and your friends out - get all of us out - before Badrick comes to kill us all.*

Daniel turns, heading for the stairs with Fraser by his side.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - LIBRARY**

The group (excluding Michael) stands around a table, with BENJAMIN TAYLOR at the head of it.

***Benjamin:*** *And so we do have confirmation that he’s going to be at the docks meeting his men, we don’t know how many. But this is our chance to end this once and for all.*

***Randall:*** *And ammo? Guns? How much of that do we have? Enough to deal with the possibility of him having a lot of men?*

***Benjamin:*** *I’m not sure… we’ll need to be resourceful. Mr. Simpson does have spares.*

***Mike:*** *A lot of spares.*

***Wilbur:*** *It sounds to me like we have the best weapon possible. The element of surprise. We need to use that to our advantage. It won’t matter how many men he has if we pull this off properly.*

***Randall:*** *That’s true, so it’s just about being smart and devising a plan.*

***Edward:*** *It’d be easy enough to catch him off guard and just gun every single one of them down.* ***(To Mike)*** *Do you have any explosives?*

***Mike:*** *Glad you asked.*

MIKE SIMPSON steps away from the table, approaching a large box that had been brought in from the truck. He opens it, and lifts an RPG out of it. EDWARD REMAR grins, staring at it.

***Benjamin:*** *How many rockets do we have left?*

***Mike:*** *Four.*

***Edward:*** *Then this’ll be easy. We can blow a hole in his ship and watch it sink, and fire a few more at his big cluster of men for good measure. All that matters - is he dies.*

***Benjamin:*** *We’ll need to head out soon. All of us. We all need to step in and do this.*

***Randall:*** *I don’t think Michael’s in much of a condition to help right now.*

***Edward:*** *We could use a shot like you on the field, Randall. Just let Michael die in peace.*

***Randall:*** *Listen, whatever grudge you have with him, I was able to put aside mine.*

***Edward:*** *Fine, fine-- he isn’t the problem anyways. It’s Badrick that we all need to remain focused on.*

***Clyde:*** *Well… I can stay here with Michael. Out there-- I’d just slow you all down, let’s be real. I mean I couldn’t fire a gun even before I lost my eye. Without it? Well… I reckon it-- it’s a hindrance.*

***Dean:*** *I’m sure you’d be fine, Clyde. You handled that zombie out there well. But, I understand if you wanna stay. So -- I guess we’re doing this then?*

***Edward:*** *We are. We’re going to have to leave now as we’re walking. It’s not that far though. If we get on our way we’ll be fine. I’m going to watch Badrick* ***suffer***. *We need to make his death slow.*

***Dean:*** *By the way he looked when I’d seen him last, that might be a hard feat.*

***Wilbur:*** *Alright everyone - let’s get moving - get out to the courtyard and arm yourselves with whatever you can from the truck.*

DEAN HOWARDS looks down at the UZI Solomon had given him.

***Dean:*** *I guess I’ll try to handle this.*

The group slowly starts to depart from the library to gear up. CLYDE ROLLINS turns to CLAIRE NOBLE as she’s leaving.

***Clyde:*** *You know - this isn’t your fight - you can stay here and guard the school with me?*

***Edward:*** *She’s needed with us. We need all the help we can get.*

***Claire:*** *I have to help, Clyde. But it’s okay.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, well… er… just… be careful. I’d hate for you to -- chip a nail out there* ***(He grins)***.

***Claire:*** *Yeah, you too, movie star.*

Claire smiles, turning to leave the library. Clyde watches her go, until it’s just him and Edward left in the room.

***Clyde:*** *Edward… Please… be safe and rational while you’re out there. I know how much this means to you, I know I can’t convince you to calm yourself now when you’re so close to achieving what you want, but… all it takes is one wrong move… One rash decision. Gunshots… they hurt you know… they - kill you… And - I don’t want to hear you’ve been killed in all of your anger.*

***Edward:*** *I’m going to do* ***whatever*** *I can to ensure he dies, Clyde.*

***Clyde:*** *That’s… what worries me. Just - keep your head screwed on straight. Under the vengeful man I see in front of me, is a smart, witty and caring gentleman. Don’t let Badrick have the satisfaction of killing that too. Please.*

***Edward:*** *He won’t have the satisfaction of it… I’ll take him down and wipe the stupid smile he has off his burnt up, mutilated face. My head is screwed on perfectly straight. Badrick didn’t change me, I changed myself.*

Edward turns, hobbling towards the door.

***Clyde:*** *You’re my best friend, Edward. Please be safe.*

Edward stops and shuts his eyes for a moment, before he continues on out the door.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - STREETS - MORNING**

Around fifteen minutes after losing Kyle, LLOYD WALLER and BERNIE ORTAN circle back around to the fence next to the convenience store that they hopped over to escape the zombies. The horde that had been chasing them down the alley is no longer in sight. Lloyd looks at Bernie, speaking clearly for him.

***Lloyd:*** *Are you ready?*

Bernie nods slowly, as he looks towards the fence. Lloyd carefully climbs up and over, followed by Bernie. They drop down, and start wandering down the alleyway, coming up to the front of the store, where three straggling zombies are seen. Lloyd smacks his bat into one of them, while Bernie stabs another in the head. The third zombie starts grappling with Lloyd, and when Bernie sees this, he rushes over, pushing it off Lloyd, allowing him to focus on and kill the first zombie he’d hit. Bernie stabs the last one in the head, before looking over at Lloyd.

***Lloyd:*** *Thanks.*

Bernie smiles and nods, before they emerge around to the front of the store where they’d lost sight of Kyle. Lloyd looks around nervously, but doesn’t find Kyle - or his body - anywhere. He sighs in relief, turning to Bernie.

***Lloyd:*** *He-- he got out. But - a lot of the horde might’ve followed. I don’t think he’d have gone far - he was never much of a runner… if… If he made it out… he wouldn’t have gone far* ***(He frowns)***. *I-- I don’t know what to do. We can try and follow some kind of track - to him - he definitely ran off down the street.*

Lloyd turns around, and starts walking off down the road, Bernie following him.

After a short while of walking, they come up to a backyard fence that had been knocked down. Lloyd signals for Bernie to stay back as he approaches. In the backyard, Lloyd sees another three zombies aimlessly roaming around. When they see him, Lloyd runs over, hitting one of them with his bat. He ducks down and rushes past the other two, deeper into the backyard--where he sees something laying on the snowy grass: a notebook. Kyle’s notebook. Lloyd swoops it up into his hands, and runs around the zombies, back out to Bernie. Lloyd shows it to him.

***Lloyd:*** *I-- It’s his.*

Lloyd flips the book open, seeing a ripped piece of paper being used as a bookmark. He flips to the page, and looks down at the note.

*Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m on the run to my house. I did talk about my gameboy earlier. That gave me the idea. Gotta go, leaving this here. Bring it back to me when you can.*

Lloyd looks at Bernie, handing him the book.

***Lloyd:*** *He managed to leave us a note.*

Once Bernie finishes reading it, he glances back up at Lloyd.

***Lloyd:*** *We-- His house is just a few blocks away. We can make it. We can make it…*

Lloyd starts to lead the way down the street. Bernie closes the notebook, and follows after him.

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**Scene #8**

**FOOTBALL STADIUM - INFIRMARY**

VIVIAN FINKLING presses an ice pack against LOLIDA WINDFIELD’s temple.

***Vivian:*** *Hold it there. It’ll relieve your pain. You’ve got a concussion, some scrapes, but - you should be fine.*

Lolida lifts his hand slowly, holding down the ice pack. As Vivian steps back, she suddenly feels someone grab her shoulder. A scalpel is put next to her throat. Vivian gasps, raising her hands slightly.

***Jon:*** *Don’t. Scream. You’ve been very helpful to me so far, do you understand? I don’t want to hurt you… I don’t want to hurt a woman. But what you’re going to do for me… is very simple. You’re going to take me to the armoury here - you got it?*

She nods.

***Jon:*** *Great.*

JON MATTHEWS glances over at Lolida, who sits up and stares at Jon, still a bit dazed and weak.

***Jon:*** *Don’t try a fucking thing.*

***Vivian: (To Lolida)*** *Don’t. Lay down. You took a hard hit.*

***Lolida:*** *You gotta… you gotta… you gotta let-let her go, man.*

The door to the room suddenly opens. Jon’s head turns in a panic, as he sees FRASER STILLER and DANIEL ROCKWELL running in.

***Fraser:*** *Jon - wait!*

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

***Fraser:*** *It’s fine - you don’t have to harm her. We’ve got some guys helping us - they are gonna get us all out.*

Jon lets Vivian go, tucking the scalpel away.

***Jon:*** *My apologies.* ***(To Fraser and Daniel)*** *What’s going on?*

***Daniel:*** *Badrick’s coming. We’re gonna get you all out. Doctor - please continue to care for Lolida. You can come with us when it’s time to leave if you’d like. I trust you won’t take any action against us.*

***Vivian:*** *Not unless I get another blade to my throat.*

***Jon:*** *Nothing personal, but you’re on the wrong side.*

Daniel steps past them, approaching Lolida.

***Daniel:*** *Lolida… Listen to me. We’re doing the right thing, like you wanted. We’re getting everyone out and we’re leaving Nathaniel to himself.*

***Lolida:*** *I…*

***Daniel:*** *Sit tight with the doc for now, she’ll keep you safe.*

***Lolida:*** *We-- we can’t leave Nathaniel. He’s not sane, but he’s still one of us.*

***Daniel:*** *Nathaniel turned on us. Remember that.*

Daniel leaves him, looking over at Fraser and Jon.

***Daniel:*** *You two come with me. We’re gonna get everyone else.*

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**Scene #9**

**FOREST - WOODS - EVENING**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR and the others walk in silence, carrying guns and all of the ammo they could store.

***Wilbur:*** *You know… usually I was just the mastermind. I rarely ever did the work myself, I just made sure me and my guys would succeed. Of course I’m referring to when I was leading criminal activity. This is a little different, but even when the shit broke out, went down the gutter… I was still just directing people. When all this shitty conflict broke out between you--* ***(He points at Benjamin)*** *--and that sick bastard Badrick, I was quite upset. I liked Willamette. Seeing it destroyed by the anarchy that filled the streets… That was upsetting. I understand why it’s Badrick’s fault, that it’s him that made you go insane for your daughter. And that’s why this is personal. What he did to this lovely little town, and what he did to my friends. He’s going to pay for that.*

***Dean:*** *Amen.*

***Edward:*** *Well said.*

MIKE SIMPSON looks at Benjamin as they’re walking.

***Mike:*** *Ready to be in close proximity to death?*

***Benjamin:*** *I’ve always been ready. This should’ve ended long ago.*

***Solomon:*** *I’m actually nervous. I never faced armed people before. But I’ll man up.*

***Wilbur:*** *Remember people, once we get there, we need to survey the area first. We’ve got the element of surprise… I won’t stop repeating that. Without it - this all goes to shit. Everyone here just needs to be rational…* ***(He glances at Edward and Benjamin)*** *Can you both be patient?*

***Edward:*** *It’ll be hard to withstand seeing Badrick draw breaths in front of me. But so long as we make him suffer, I’ll follow on with your plan. The first opportunity we get should be the one we take. We might not get another. I’ve learnt that from the many times he’s slithered out of these situations. Well not this time.*

***Solomon:*** *But if it results in more deaths from this side, that’s just gonna make it depressing after. And I’m perfectly fine with vengeance, it’s just risky to our lives.*

***Dean:*** *We’re all here now. There is no turning back, I don’t think.*

***Edward:*** *No. There’s not any turning back.*

EDWARD REMAR looks ahead through the trees, seeing the docks.

***Dean:*** *Well, here goes nothing.*

***Randall:*** *Aight, we’re gonna need to get into cover here… We can’t move in too close right away.*

***Wilbur:*** *We’re gonna split into two groups and go around. I’ll take Claire, Dean and Solomon around the left. The rest of you go around the right. We’ll converge around them. I can see his ship* ***(He points at it)***.

WILBUR WRIGHT starts walking ahead, the survivors separating into the two groups.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - EVENING**

DAMERAE BADRICK grins, smoking a cigar, as he looks on at the ship. Men are constantly going on and off the ship, unloading crates and crates of supplies. All in all, there’s more than fifty Rastas. Badrick swings an arm around DELROY SHAKIR’s shoulder.

***Badrick:*** *I am impressed you made it, my friend. Even without contact you pulled through.*

Badrick coughs a couple of times, smacking his chest to make it stop. He wipes blood away from his mouth.

***Delroy:*** *Of course, brother. Anything to join your cause. But - it seems I wasn’t here in time to save your complexion.*

***Badrick:*** *It happened just mere moments after I first called for assistance. It was caused by those that we are going to punish for it.*

He lowers his cigar, turning around. He steps up onto a crate, looking around at his men, who stop what they’re doing, looking at him.

***Badrick:*** *You heard me right. Look upon my face… It may not be a pretty sight… but it is an honest one. There is a group of people in this town who have killed countless of our brothers. They have showed no mercy. Let this day be their reckoning.*

Rastas around the docks roar, cheering. Badrick coughs, then straightens himself up, smiling.

***Badrick:*** *I have battled through a lot while I have been alone… I was in a car crash just to return to you. That is what I do for all of you, for my brothers. As you have proven you would do the same for me, to sail all the way out here in concern for my safety. So tell me brothers, will you help me once more?*

***Delroy:*** *Of course. We shall balance the scales once more. An eye for an eye.*

***Badrick:*** *Indeed we will.*

He steps down, patting Delroy on the shoulder.

***Badrick:*** *Your enthusiasm is a refreshing sight. All of you are a refreshing sight!*

Nearby, Wilbur peers his head around the side of one of the warehouses, looking on at the dozens of Rastas.

***Wilbur: (Quietly)*** *Fucking hell.*

He gets back behind the warehouse, looking over at Claire, Dean and Solomon.

***Dean:*** *There’s a boatload of them. No pun intended.*

***Solomon:*** *That is true.*

***Claire:*** *We have four rockets though, right? With the RPG? Edward’s on the other side, he could take out a huge group of them with it, really thin out their numbers. We just have to play this safe, play it smart.*

***Dean:*** *I pray for Edward to stay in control. I really do. Him and Benjamin.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah, it’s like using nitroglycerin but not knowing how dangerous it is.*

***Dean:*** *You a scientist?*

***Solomon:*** *No, I didn’t go to college.*

***Dean:*** *I did. Not fun, not at all. But - we’ve got a task to focus on.*

On the other side of the docks, Edward, Benjamin, Mike and Randall are standing behind cover, looking on at the Rastas with hatred. Edward begins loading a rocket into the RPG.

***Randall:*** *So, uh, listen… I know you want Badrick to suffer and all, but maybe it’ll be smart just to blow him up, could prevent a lot of this.*

Benjamins stares at Badrick from afar, completely ignoring Randall’s words.

***Benjamin:*** *Look at them all… the bastards. And look at* ***him***. *He looks so…*

***Edward:*** *Little. Insignificant.*

***Mike:*** *Disgusting.*

Badrick starts walking along the docks towards the ship ramp with Delroy.

***Badrick:*** *Show me what you have on board, what you have all brought supply-wise. I am interested to see what awaits me.*

Delroy takes Badrick up the ramp and onto the ship, where he then goes about showing him the crates of food, water, as well as weapons and ammo.

***Delroy:*** *Straight from Mister Fayard himself.*

***Badrick:*** *Lovely.*

He picks up a pistol, admiring it.

***Edward:*** *This is our chance… We can sink his ship, it’ll alarm them all… We take the chance to light them all up.*

***Randall:*** *We need to give the others a signal first… or else this might just take ‘em off guard.*

Edward doesn’t listen to him, and stands up with the RPG. He points it directly at the ship and fires. The explosion rocks the ship, water immediately beginning to fill the lower compartments.

***Badrick:*** *What’s going on - GET OUT THERE!*

Rastas down on the docks immediately start charging towards where the shot came from. Behind the warehouse, Wilbur pumps his shotgun.

***Wilbur:*** *Get ready.*

***Solomon:*** *Damn! It’d be cooler if they were pirates.*

On one side of the docks, Mike, Benjamin, Edward and Randall start opening fire onto the Rastas. Meanwhile, Claire steps out from behind the warehouse, shooting one Rasta dead, giving away their position. They quickly come under heavy fire.

***Claire:*** *Shit!*

***Dean:*** *Oh shi--*

Claire heads along the side of the warehouse, coming up to a side door. She opens it, peering through.

***Claire:*** *Guys!*

***Solomon:*** *What?!*

***Claire:*** *Into the warehouse! We need better cover - we can lure them in - create a chokepoint!*

***Dean:*** *Alrighty! Good plan!*

***Wilbur:*** *Alright, go - go!*

They all get up, rushing into the warehouse.

Meanwhile, the other four are holding back the Rastas for the meantime, but ammo is depleting fast.

***Mike:*** *We should start moving!*

***Edward:*** *Badrick is hiding - we should move TOWARDS him!*

***Randall:*** *Man - what?!*

***Edward:*** *This is what we came here to do! Let’s push up to the boat!*

***Randall:*** *There’s a sea of fucking pot-smokers blocking us!*

Benjamin nods in agreement with Edward, following him.

***Benjamin:*** *We’ll get past them.*

***Randall:*** *Fucking crazy.*

***Mike:*** *With all due respect - this is a dumb idea.*

Mike stops firing his gun, and goes after Benjamin and Edward.

***Randall:*** *Fuck sake.*

Randall bolts after them, avoiding Rasta gunfire. The four of them make it down towards another warehouse, finding cover. While in cover, Edward takes the chance to load another rocket. When he’s done it, Edward looks out of cover, seeing Badrick being escorted down the ramp, off the boat. Yelling out, Edward aims the rocket at the ramp and fires. Badrick sees the rocket coming, and jumps into the water, avoiding the blast.

***Benjamin:*** *Now he’s vulnerable!*

Benjamin rushes forward even more, firing off his gun as he does so. Mike runs with him, while Edward and Randall stay back behind the warehouse.

Badrick, meanwhile, is helped back up onto land, and into cover.

***Badrick:*** *Get these people out of here! Now!*

A man next to Badrick is shot dead, his corpse stumbling back into the water. Badrick slowly pokes his head out of cover, noticing Benjamin and Mike sliding into cover behind a pickup truck.

***Badrick: (He chuckles loudly)*** *Benjamin! This is quite the reunion, you must still be mad for your little girl! Sarah!*

***Benjamin:*** *Don’t you say her name!*

***Badrick:*** *Tell me… Did you formulate this entire stupid attack, against all odds… because of your anger?! Well let me tell you… it was a mistake.*

Badrick looks over at the warehouse again, seeing Edward aiming the RPG again. Grunting, he stands up, diving into the water desperately just as Edward fires the third rocket. It lands directly where Badrick had just been, blowing up the cover, and killing another Rasta in the process.

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - WAREHOUSE**

DEAN HOWARDS and SOLOMON REED pant, entering the warehouse. All they can hear in the constant gunfire outside. CLAIRE NOBLE and WILBUR WRIGHT rush across the warehouse, taking cover next to the main door, whereas Dean and Solomon are covering the door they just entered through.

***Dean:*** *They have one hell of an arsenal, don’t they! I guess it would be wise to return fire soon, huh!*

***Solomon:*** *I flinched because this is actually scary! And because I don’t want to die, but yeah!*

***Dean:*** *Oh you better believe it is--*

A Rasta charges through their door without warning, gun up.

***Dean:*** *Oh shit--*

Dean and Solomon both shoot the man, blowing his chest open. He recoils back into the wall, getting shot to smithereens.

***Dean:*** *She did say it was a chokepoint. Get some cover going. This thing has a helluva kick.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah, and I never used it because there was some group that saved me - and another guy named Dean, believe it or not. Or wait - his name was Frank.*

The two of them rush over to a couple of pillars, hiding behind them. Not a minute later, another two Rastas charge in together, firing as they do, not allowing Dean or Solomon to shoot back. Bullets chisel the concrete pillars, pieces flying everywhere. The two Rastas frantically run towards a couple of pillars, taking cover. While they’re reloading, Solomon takes the chance to pop out, shooting his pistol towards the crate. The bullets pierce the wood, flying through, killing one of the Rastas. When Solomon goes to reload, the second Rasta stands up, going to pull the pin on a tear gas grenade.

***Dean:*** *GET HIM, DON’T LET HIM!*

Dean aims out at him, holding down the trigger to his UZI. The Rasta’s brains splatter against the wall behind him, the tear gas grenade slipping out of his hands, the pin still intact.

***Dean:*** *Make sure no one grabs the thing! That’d be hell for us!*

Dean and Solomon sit in cover, listening to the sounds of gunfire outside, though no Rastas enter the warehouse.

***Dean:*** *Where the hell are the rest of them?*

***Solomon:*** *I think they’re after Edward - if he’s, you know, exposed. Or Benjamin. Stock up if possible before more show up.*

Solomon rushes out of cover, grabbing the tear gas grenade off the floor. He peeks his head out of the door for a second, seeing not two, but three Rastas preparing to storm inside. He panics, running back into cover.

***Solomon:*** *OKAY THERE’S A LOT OF THEM! Gonna save the nade, would be a waste to use now on the three.*

Suddenly, two of the Rastas rush inside, while the third Rasta Solomon had seen starts shooting through a garage door next to them. Some bullets make it through, whizzing past Dean and Solomon. Windows high up on the walls shatter, shards hailing down onto them.

***Dean:*** *AH - COVER YOUR FACE!*

The glass rain lasts for a few seconds, some pieces cutting Dean and Solomon. When it’s over, Dean looks back out from behind the pillar, seeing one of the Rastas sprinting at him at full speed. Dean raises his UZI, but the man swats it away, lunging onto Dean with a knife. He mounts him, trying to push the knife into Dean’s chest, but he resists. The attacker lifts the knife, cutting into the side of Dean’s thumb in response. Solomon quickly finishes off the other Rasta, before he turns to Dean, shooting the Rasta on top of him. The man roars in pain, falling off Dean, before Solomon puts him out of his misery.

Wilbur and Claire come hurrying over to the two of them, out of breath.

***Wilbur:*** *They’ve breached the entrance we were holding. We need to get the fuck out of here. This is a no-go, we’ve fucked it. It’s all gone to shit!*

***Dean:*** *What?! Dammit!*

***Claire:*** *We have to get back to the school.*

***Solomon:*** *Any casualties on our side?*

***Claire:*** *I don’t know.*

Claire points towards a side entrance that had been locked from the outside and untouched.

***Claire:*** *On the count of three, we’re all going to make a bolt to the door. We can funnel out of here slowly.*

***Dean:*** *Got it.*

Dean picks up the knife of the Rasta lying dead, and pockets it. He quickly reloads his UZI.

***Claire:*** *I’ll keep you covered, then I’ll follow. One. Two. Three. Go!*

Claire stands up, shooting one Rasta dead. Dean, Solomon and Wilbur charge towards the side entrance, running out. Wilbur holds the door open, looking back at Claire.

***Wilbur:*** *Alright! Now!*

Dean and Solomon get into cover behind some trees, as a couple of Rastas shoot at them from afar. One of their shots lands a hit on Solomon.

***Solomon:*** *AH--*

Solomon watches as his prosthetic arm is shot off, being ripped up by the bullet.

***Solomon:*** *My prosthetic is gone…*

***Dean:*** *I’ve got you! Come on, Solomon!*

Claire rushes out of the warehouse, slamming the door behind her. Solomon picks up his broken prosthetic arm, frowning at it. He turns, throwing it towards the Rasta who shot it off.

***Wilbur:*** *Alright - you all know the direction back to the school. We need to get back there now.*

The four of them start heading around the side of the warehouse, noticing RANDALL FORSTER and EDWARD REMAR in cover behind a warehouse across the docks.

***Dean:*** *They made it too! How do we let them know we’ve gotta get the hell out of here?*

***Claire:*** *They’ll see it when we run. Come on. Solomon - I’ll escort you. We just have to stay in cover and get back to the others. Let’s go.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah, but I may need a new prosthetic if there’s any hospital here. I can’t reload quickly with one working arm. Once we’re back that is. And - thank you.*

Claire leads them down the docks, going back towards the school.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - EVENING**

DELROY SHAKIR starts pushing up towards the pickup truck BENJAMIN TAYLOR and MIKE SIMPSON are hiding behind, leading a squad of Rastas all armed with rifles. Mike looks out at them for only a second, before quickly getting back into cover. He sighs, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a set of dog tags, placing them in Benjamin’s hand.

***Benjamin:*** *We’re pinned. What’s this for?*

***Mike:*** *Me and Sarah - we’ll be waiting.*

Mike pulls out his pistol, making sure it’s loaded.

***Mike:*** *On the count of three - stand up and run as fast as you can.*

***Benjamin:*** *Mike - I’m not going to leave you. We’re going to get out of this together. I refuse--*

***Mike:*** ***(He shakes his head)*** *Trust me. I want that bastard dead - and at least one of us has to get out of it to make sure that happens. And who else but you? One… Two…*

***Benjamin:*** *Don’t do this.*

***Mike:*** *This is the only order I’m ever going to be happy to disobey. Three.*

Mike jumps out, aiming his pistol at Delroy and his squad. He fires at them, taking down multiple Rastas with headshots. With Mike distracting them, Benjamin stands, running towards the water, diving into it.

After just a few seconds, Mike is riddled with bullets. He drops his gun, and collapses to his knees, bleeding all over. Delroy grins, approaching him. He pulls a machete out of its sheathe, and shoves it into Mike’s chest. Mike gasps, the machete breaking most of his ribs. Delroy rips the blade out, letting Mike fall backwards, dead.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - EVENING**

RANDALL FORSTER looks down the docks, seeing CLAIRE NOBLE and the others darting into the woods, escaping.

***Randall:*** *Oy - Edward. It’s time to go.*

***Edward:*** *No… No, he’s not DEAD!*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR appears next to them, shivering, and soaked in water.

***Benjamin:*** *We’re leaving… now.*

***Edward:*** *What do you mean?! He’s not dead! WE CAME HERE TO SEE HIM DEAD! You of all people - understand - you want him dead, Benjamin! We can’t just flee like cowards!*

***Randall:*** *Can we argue later please? There’s a bunch of angry gangsters coming in our direction.*

***Benjamin:*** *We are leaving. We’re following the others home. I will NOT let Mike’s sacrifice be in vain. Stay in cover. Stick to the sides. We’ll catch up with the others.*

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - EVENING**

The docks go quiet, the gunfire having finally ended. DELROY SHAKIR turns around, seeing DAMERAE BADRICK limping over to him, completely soaked in water.

***Delroy:*** *You survived. Good, good.*

***Badrick:*** *I always survive, friend. Their little attack has failed. They will try to escape. But listen… let them leave. Trust me. Have our men fall back. And wait for my command. You will follow them.*

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - LIBRARY**

In the library, CLYDE ROLLINS is sitting quietly, reading a book. MICHAEL HALL weakly looks over at him. He sits up slowly.

***Michael:*** *What are you reading?*

***Clyde:*** *It’s just… a book… pictures.*

Clyde sets the book down, embarrassed.

***Clyde:*** *A children’s picture book… to take my mind off things, okay? You know - I did write a biography. It’s probably in here somewhere. I mean it was - kind of a big deal.*

***Michael:*** *I’m sure it was. You were quite the big deal.*

***Clyde:*** *You know, I’d say sorry for stabbing you in the chest that one time but--*

***Michael:*** *I deserved it. You were saving a little girl. I’ve done a lot of reflecting on who I was, I assure you. Can you help me up?*

***Clyde:*** *Is that - a good idea? I mean… are you ready?*

***Michael:*** *I want some fresh air.*

***Clyde:*** *Well…* ***(He stands up)*** *Let’s head out to the courtyard then. I could use some myself. I’m… rather anxious waiting for the others.*

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - EVENING**

CLYDE ROLLINS helps MICHAEL HALL along, walking him around the courtyard. As Michael is taking in the air, he looks around, noticing a freshly dug grave.

***Michael:*** *This is--*

***Clyde:*** *Jim’s… It’s… Jim’s grave. I understand you were - familiar.*

***Michael:*** *I saved his life… and he… despite everything I did… accepted me. He… saw the good in me somehow. And he even forgave me for what I did to his group. I didn’t know Jim that well, but he brought the best out in people. He helped show me I could change. I regret not being there for him to help him.*

Clyde looks over towards the woods, seeing CLAIRE NOBLE, DEAN HOWARDS, SOLOMON REED and WILBUR WRIGHT rushing out of it. They hurry across the street, and into the courtyard.

***Claire:*** *Go inside! Go!*

***Dean:*** *It didn’t work out!*

***Clyde:*** *Claire - huh? Guys - you’re--*

***Dean:*** *Go!*

***Clyde:*** *Where are the others?*

***Dean:*** *Hopefully - they’re coming.*

They all rush inside. Clyde and Michael follow them in, confused.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

WILBUR WRIGHT drops his shotgun to the floor, completely exhausted.

***Wilbur:*** *That was a fucking disaster.*

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

***Dean:*** *I almost lost another finger* ***(He glances at his thumb, dripping with blood)***. *Knowing them - they’re probably lagging behind still trying to get a shot at Badrick.*

***Clyde:*** *I-- What happened out there? How did it go wrong?*

***Dean:*** *Pandemonium, chaos. We fired a shot at the boat, Badrick was able to get out-- There was tons of them. Better fire power than us. If I had to guess, they’re trying to come and find us. We hit the boat with a--a- an RPG shot.*

The front doors to the school open up suddenly, BENJAMIN TAYLOR storming inside, still soaked.

***Dean:*** *Where’s Edward?*

EDWARD REMAR comes in behind him, as well as RANDALL FORSTER.

***Dean:*** *Oh, thank lord-- Wasn’t there another one?*

***Benjamin:*** *Mike didn’t make it…*

DEAN HOWARDS frowns, sighing.

***Randall:*** *This is hardly a good place for us to defend - it’s been destroyed already.*

***Edward:*** *We need to get our shit back together - are we just going to let Badrick walk away from this…?*

***Benjamin:*** *We need to let OURSELVES walk away first. We FAILED, Edward.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah, I don’t want any more of us to drop like flies - no offense.*

***Wilbur:*** *Well… they’ll most certainly have fucking followed us - we don’t have much time - but we can’t stay on the move. Our best chance is to make a stand, try and hold them off.*

CLAIRE NOBLE shakes her head.

***Claire:*** *I don’t know.*

***Dean:*** *Here? I… How are we supposed to do this? There’s more of them than us.*

***Benjamin:*** *We don’t have much of a choice.*

***Dean:*** *I… I guess this is it, then.*

***Solomon:*** *Does this school have a furnace…?*

***Benjamin:*** *We just have to make it out of this alive… after this… I’m done with Badrick.*

***Edward:*** *You mean - you’ll just be happy with him living? With him… just getting away?*

***Benjamin:*** *Mike was the greatest friend I had… The most loyal man I knew. His blood is on my hands, on* ***our*** *hands for being rash. For rushing into that shitstorm - all to kill a man who’s probably dying already.*

***Edward:*** *The man who ruined everything for us - who destroyed everything for us! Stole your daughter’s--*

***Benjamin:*** *We don’t help our own case in dedicating our lives to killing him. We just make them more miserable.*

***Wilbur:*** *Speaking of which - you two fucked it up!* ***(He looks at Edward and Benjamin)*** *You should’ve come to us and regrouped when we came under fire. Instead - you rushed in!*

***Dean:*** *Let’s not get hot and heavy - we don’t know when those bastards are gonna show up. We need to be level-headed.*

Claire turns to Solomon.

***Claire:*** *Solomon. You were about to mention the furnaces.*

***Solomon:*** *Yeah. If they show up, we could burn them if they got in and possibly go to the hospital to patch up. After that - I dunno.*

***Dean:*** *It’s an idea.*

***Benjamin:*** *We can head to the stadium… the men we helped will surely be there, they’ll surely take us in, they seem to be fighting for the same cause. What we can do - is burn this place down to buy us some time. Solomon, Dean - get on that.*

***Dean:*** *Right on.*

***Solomon:*** *Okay.*

***Benjamin:*** *I reckon starting in the basement will be best. Do what you can to have this place ready to burn.*

***Dean:*** *Well, let’s burn this mother then. Come on, Solomon.*

The two of them head off to the basement.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - BASEMENT**

DEAN HOWARDS and SOLOMON REED carefully make their way down into the darkness of the basement. The room is filled with dust.

***Solomon:*** *I don’t think this has been opened since it began.*

***Dean:*** *Don’t look like it, that’s for sure. Got any light?*

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

Solomon takes out an old flashlight from his bag, shining it around. They make it to the bottom of the basement steps. Rats are heard chirping nearby.

***Dean:*** *Oh yeah, it’s old.*

***Solomon:*** *But that was honestly the moment my life made me scared. Never have faced anyone armed.*

***Dean:*** *I know. You never get used to it.*

They wander around for a second, before finding a furnace.

***Dean:*** *Lowe and behold.*

Solomon shines the light around, discovering shelves full of old school supplies - things that are flammable. Around the basement are also old propane tanks.

***Dean:*** *Huh… When we get this thing lit, Solomon - we need to run.*

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

***Dean:*** *Doesn’t look like this place will manage very long. Might just pop as soon as we get it going. You mind telling them we found it? Run back down here when you can. Ask for a sign - for when we should start it.*

***Solomon:*** *Sure.*

Solomon turns, heading back towards the stairs.

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**Scene #19**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

RANDALL FORSTER approaches MICHAEL HALL, looking at him.

***Randall:*** *Good to see you up and about.*

***Michael:*** *I didn’t want to remain a layabout forever.*

CLYDE ROLLINS looks over towards EDWARD REMAR, who’s gone silent. He frowns.

***Clyde:*** *Edward… Look at you.*

***Edward:*** *We almost… had him. And like… every… other… time… he slithered away.*

***Wilbur:*** *I liked the idea of killing him, but* ***rationally***. *We might’ve been able to do it if we worked together. I hope you learned the same lesson Benjamin did. It took losing his best friend for him to learn that devoting his life to killing someone wasn’t worth it.*

***Edward:*** *Oh… I still want to kill him. It’ll still make me happy. I know it will…* ***(He eyes Claire)*** *You say it won’t. I know it will. And each time he gets away, it makes me want to kill him more.*

***Wilbur:*** *Then you’re just a fucking idiot. To devote your very living to him, that just helps him win. How many people will have to die before you see that? What if you lost Clyde? Would it be worth it, to lose Clyde, to kill Badrick? Tell me that. Tell me that! Because here we are - we’re pretty much fucked - we’re gonna be on the run from an army of gangsters pretty fucking soon.*

***Edward:*** *No. Nobody needs to die. Nobody has to do that for me. I don’t ask anyone to.*

***Wilbur:*** *Fucking Chirst. That attack went to sh--*

SOLOMON REED arrives back in the room.

***Solomon:*** *Guys, we found it. Give us a sign when you’re all ready.*

***Randall:*** *So you can get this place burning?*

***Solomon:*** *The many flammable things said yes… So, yeah.*

***Benjamin:*** *Good… get it ready.*

***Solomon:*** *Give us a sign when you’re ready.*

Solomon turns away, heading back for the basement.

***Wilbur:*** *You’ve gone quiet, Benjamin. Losing Mike really was a wake-up call. He’d probably still be here if you both hadn’t sprinted in.*

***Benjamin:*** *I know… and I hate myself for that. I’ve learned, don’t you see?*

***Wilbur:*** *Yeah - well he hasn’t* ***(He points at Edward)***.

Michael looks out one of the smashed windows, narrowing his eyes.

***Michael:*** *We’ve got company.*

***Clyde:*** *I’ll go - and alert the others?*

***Michael:*** *Duck.*

Michael ducks down quickly, as the school comes under immediate gunfire. CLAIRE NOBLE grabs Clyde, pulling him to the ground. The others all dive down, as bullets fly overhead. The windows that hadn’t already been broken open are shattered. The front door is littered with bullets. And then it stops. A silence takes over the school. BENJAMIN TAYLOR draws his pistol, aiming it at the front door, expecting Rastas to charge inside at any moment. Sensing that something is off, WILBUR WRIGHT slowly grabs the ledge of the window, pulling himself up so that just the top part of his head is peeking out. He looks on, seeing Rastas outside the school - just standing there waiting. He quickly ducks back down before his head can be blown off. He begins to reach for his shotgun that’s on the ground, when he hears a thud next to him. Wilbur glances down at his side… A grenade.

***Wilbur:*** *Oh fuck.*

The grenade explodes, blowing up Wilbur with it.

***Claire:*** *SHIT! MOVE, MOVE!*

Another grenade is tossed through a window. People stand up, rushing down the hallway to get away from the windows.

***Benjamin:*** *Someone alert the others to LIGHT THIS PLACE UP! Head out back!*

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - BASEMENT**

An explosion shakes the building. DEAN HOWARDS and SOLOMON REED feel it from below. Towards the corner of the basement, a few pieces of wood fall from the ceiling.

***Dean:*** *F-- LIGHT IT UP, LIGHT IT UP!*

Dean runs, beginning to turn on the furnaces. He turns them on as high as they can go. The dusty, old furnaces start to light up, the inside of them turning to orange. They begin to whistle, growing louder by the second.

***Dean:*** *GO, GO, GO!*

Dean and Solomon run back towards the stairs, sprinting up them. Just as they make it to the top, they hear an explosion from the furnace.

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**Scene #21**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAYS**

DEAN HOWARDS and SOLOMON REED rush up from the basement, seeing others running down the hall, towards the back door.

***Dean:*** *GO, IT’S LIT! GO, GO, GO!*

***Solomon:*** *WE GOTTA MOVE!*

CLAIRE NOBLE grabs CLYDE ROLLINS’s hand, running towards the back door with him.

***Claire:*** *Come on!*

***Benjamin:*** *The back door - this way!*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR rushes out the back door with Claire, Clyde, Dean, Solomon and EDWARD REMAR.

Inside the school, RANDALL FORSTER is slowly walking down the hall with MICHAEL HALL. The fire from the basement is slowly beginning to spread upstairs.

***Randall:*** *Can you run?*

***Michael:*** *Mm. This place isn’t going to burn fast enough - they’ll be able to follow you through.* ***(He looks at Randall’s pistol)*** *Give me that.*

Michael takes the pistol from him, continuing to be helped along down the hall. Just as they turn a corner, Rastas bust down the front door, charging in. They glimpse Michael and Randall, and open fire, forcing them to duck down into cover.

***Michael:*** *I’ll just slow you down, we both know it. There’s no time to argue. I can keep them until the place burns and cuts them off.*

***Randall:*** *You don’t need to do that…*

***Michael:*** *I’m ready to.*

Michael cocks the pistol, and leans out of cover, shooting at the Rastas, hitting one of them in the head. He gets back behind the wall, looking at Randall. Around them, the walls are standing to catch flames. The school won’t last much longer.

***Michael:*** *Catch up to everyone, you need to gain as much distance as you can.*

***Randall:*** *Thank you…*

***Michael:*** *No. Thank you.*

Randall nods, getting up, and running down the hallway, leaving Michael. Michael sighs, ejecting the mag out of his pistol. He looks in, finding out how much ammo he has, before sliding it back in. He looks out around the corner, seeing three more Rastas charging down the hall. He grunts, standing up, before quickfire into one of their heads. He shoots another one dead, before taking a shot to the chest. Michael stumbles back into a few lockers, sliding down them. Groaning in pain, Michael aims his gun up, shooting the last Rasta dead. He breathes slowly, bleeding out. Weakly, he lifts his arm, aiming it down the hallway. A swarm of Rastas are seen rushing down the hall. Michael fires his remaining bullets, killing one of them before he’s shot dead. The school is quickly engulfed in flames, blocking off the halls. The Rastas are forced to abandon the school.

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**Scene #22**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - STREETS**

LLOYD WALLER stops next to a tree, crouching down. He looks ahead at a house just down the street - Kyle’s house. And outside it - a large group of zombies. BERNIE ORTAN looks on at the horde, frowning.

***Lloyd:*** *I -- I don’t know if we can get close.*

Lloyd turns to Bernie, realizing he wouldn’t have heard him.

***Lloyd: (Slowly)*** *What-- what do you want to do? Can you write something?*

Bernie reaches into his pocket, taking out his notepad. He begins writing something down on it, and then hands it over.

***Bernie (In writing):*** *We could make a distraction. I could do it, you could go in and get Kyle.*

***Lloyd:*** *That’s… it’s dangerous… Are you sure?*

Bernie nods confidently.

***Lloyd:*** *How do you plan to do it? I don’t like this… but if you can take them away for just a bit… I can run in and get Kyle.*

Bernie nods in agreement with his plan.

***Lloyd:*** *Bernie. Be careful. I’ll go in as soon as I get a gap. Once you lose them, circle back and come to the house.*

He nods again, looking towards the horde. Lloyd readies his baseball bat. He nervously watches Bernie run ahead towards the house. Bernie goes up to the door of the house neighbouring Kyle’s, and starts kicking the door, pushing over pots and garbage cans, making noise in order to get the attention of the horde. A large portion of the horde hears the noise, and begins making their way over to him. Still not satisfied, Bernie picks up a brick on the ground, and throws it at one of the house windows, shattering it. When he looks back at the horde, every single zombie is now headed his way. Bernie smiles, beginning to lead them away from Kyle’s house, walking backwards to keep his eye on them.

Lloyd takes his chance and quietly rushes towards Kyle’s house. As he’s nearing Kyle’s front door, he glances back towards Bernie. Lloyd stops in his tracks, as he notices a pair of zombies stumbling out a nearby backyard, sneaking up on Bernie, who still has his eyes on the horde following him.

***Lloyd:*** *BERNIE!*

Lloyd runs forward, waving his arms desperately. Bernie notices him, but is confused.

***Lloyd:*** *STOP! STOP!*

Bernie suddenly feels a hand grab his shoulder. A zombie leans down, biting into Bernie’s neck, tearing out a chunk. Bernie screams, as the two zombies pull him to the ground, pinning him down. The rest of the horde soon catches up to Bernie. They pile onto him, tearing him to pieces.

***Lloyd:*** *NOOOO--*

Lloyd stops, his eyes filling with tears. He knows Bernie is gone. He stares at the horde in shock, before he snaps out of it, seeing a lone zombie approaching him. Lloyd smacks the zombie away, and turns back to Kyle’s house, running towards it.

**Scene #22 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - KYLE’S HOUSE**

Lloyd barges through the front door, looking around.

***Lloyd:*** *KYLE! Are you in there?! KYLE!*

Lloyd looks ahead, down the hallway, where he sees a trail of blood on the ground, leading towards the living room. He nervously follows it, entering the room. Blood is smeared onto the floor and walls - a sign of a struggle. In the middle of the living room, a single zombie is digging into the corpse of someone. Lloyd studies the corpse, and falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

The zombie gurgles, looking away from KYLE DOUGLASS’ corpse to look at Lloyd. It growls, getting to its feet. Lloyd stands back up, and raises his bat. He smacks the zombie in the head, causing it to fall to the floor. He raises the bat over its head and slams it down. He does it again, and again, and again, crying. Finally the zombie quits moving, its head having been caved in with the bat. Lloyd lets go of the bat, letting it roll across the floor. He falls down onto the floor, sobbing.

Kyle’s fingers twitch, his eyes flickering open - a milky white colour. He growls lowly, raising his head. Lloyd wipes away his tears, looking over at his friend. Kyle tries to sit up, his guts spilling out of his open stomach. He snarls, reaching his arm in Lloyd’s direction.

***Lloyd: (Quietly)*** *No… Please--*

Kyle falls onto his stomach, starting to crawl forward, snapping his jaw. Lloyd picks up Kyle’s hatchet off the ground, just as Kyle reaches him.

***Lloyd:*** *Please… I--*

Kyle grabs Lloyd’s shirt, trying to pull him down.

***Lloyd:*** *I’m sorry, buddy…*

Lloyd raises the hatchet and stabs it into the back of Kyle’s head. Kyle’s hand that had been reaching at Lloyd falls. The growling stops, and Kyle’s body goes limp.

Lloyd falls onto his back, letting go of the hatchet. He sobs, staring up at the ceiling.