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*“Our group has something Badrick’s doesn’t. Loyalty through friendship… not fear.”* *—Jim*

**Starring:**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

**Also Starring**

Thandiwe Newton as ANGELA JAEGAR

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

**Guest Starring**

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Dan Aykroyd as ED ANDERSON

**Co-Starring**

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

Jon Bernthal as QUINCY ATHERTON

Eiza Gonzalez as MONICA REYNOLDS

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**Scene #1**

**COFFEE SHOP**

ANGELA JAEGAR steps into the coffee shop, setting her shotgun down onto the counter. ED ANDERSON, ALBERT HANSON and AUSTIN KINGSTON enter after her. Ed looks around, seeing nobody.

***Ed:*** *The hell is everyone?*

***Angela:*** ***(Raising her voice)*** *Guys?*

Ed hears a familiar voice yapping in the back of the store. He approaches, opening the door and seeing LAYTON ZIMMERS and JON MATTHEWS inside.

***Layton:*** *Ah - you’re back! I’ve just been telling our friend Jon here all sorts of stories.*

Albert and the others step inside.

***Albert:*** *Jon* ***(He nods)***.

***Jon:*** *You made it, huh?*

Albert nods, as Jon slowly stands up.

***Layton:*** *Hey now - you’re not meant to be moving!* ***(He pushes him back into his chair)*** *You’re meant to be relaxing!* ***(To Albert and Austin)*** *I’m Layton! Layton Z--*

***Ed:*** *Layton. Where are the others?*

***Layton:*** *Darwin and Don went out hunting. Look, I know you said to stay--*

***Angela:*** *Yeah, that’s why I said it. Darwin is restless - you shouldn’t have let him leave.*

Austin grunts, sliding down a wall. Jon glances over at him.

***Jon:*** *You’re alive too, huh?*

***Austin:*** *Yeah…*

***Jon:*** *Everyone still cooped up at the hardware store?*

***Albert:*** *I haven’t been back to the hardware store.*

***Jon:*** *Well that’s a surprise. I plan to head back but-- These kind folks are insistent about tending to my wounds. Escaping a group of those numb fuckers wasn’t easy.*

***Ed:*** *We can help you get back to the hardware store--*

***Angela:*** *We’ve helped them enough. They can find their way home.*

***Ed:*** *These are the only people we’ve seen in weeks, Angela. I don’t think we should take it for granted.*

***Angela: (She sighs)*** *I’d be more happy to help if Darwin and Don hadn’t gone out.*

***Layton:*** *That’s why you have me! I can run this place while you’re gone.*

***Jon:*** *There. See?*

***Albert:*** *We would appreciate the help to get back.*

Jon stands back up.

***Ed:*** *And think about it - if they have a group, they can help us in return.*

***Angela:*** *If your group can get a hold of transport for us-- we’d be on board.*

***Jon:*** *I’m sure that can be arranged.*

***Ed:*** *We won’t be long, Layton.*

***Layton:*** *Oho…* ***(He adjusts his glasses)*** *Don’t worry about me. I’ll have this place on lockdown.*

***Angela:*** *…I hope so.*

She grabs her shotgun, approaching the front door again.

***Ed: (To Jon)*** *Do you, uh, need any help?*

***Jon:*** *Only for -- a bit.*

***Ed:*** *Okayyy!*

He walks over, putting his arm around Jon’s shoulder. As he’s walking towards the front doors, he looks down at Austin, who’s half asleep.

***Ed:*** *Uhhh…*

***Austin:*** *Wh-- We leaving already? Man, I was getting comfy down here.*

***Jon:*** *Hell yeah, unless you want to be stuck with conspiracy man.*

***Layton:*** *You’re welcome to stay!*

***Austin:*** *Hell no.*

He slowly gets back up, following the others out.

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**Scene #2**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

At the hardware store, most of the group is sitting around near the front entrance, sitting bored. RANDALL FORSTER and REBECCA DAWSON are mid-conversation.

***Randall:*** *So you were alone most of this time?*

***Rebecca:*** *Yeah. Yeah, I-- It wasn’t healthy - in this.*

***Randall:*** *Yeahhhh, I’d have been pretty depressed if I didn’t have ‘ol Curtis here after the mall.*

CURTIS VAN HORN glances over at him.

***Curtis:*** *I’d have been happier if I was alone in that situation, to be honest.*

***Owen:*** *I’d be depressed if we were stuck in that joke of a cabin for another two days.* ***(He takes a sip of his water, disgusted at the temperature of it)*** *Hot.*

OWEN GLIEFIELD looks around, catching DEAN HOWARDS glaring at him because of his previous comment. He smiles.

***Owen:*** *I mean, really -- who would’ve wanted to live there anyway?*

Dean frowns, remaining silent.

***Zac:*** *Do you know how happy you all used to look together? Like a little family. Ever since that mall was stripped away, it’s like it stripped away everything you’d built between each other. You’re all such strangers now.*

***Fraser:*** *You’re part of this group, too.*

***Zac:*** *Oh, I know. But was I ever as happy in paradise as you all were?*

***Fraser:*** *Enough of your shit. I’ve had it! I really have! You’re an asshole! You benefit nobody! You sit there - making SNARKY comments! And I’ve put up with you, Zac.*

***Zac:*** *Tough guy, huh--*

***Fraser:*** *No - nope! Not tough -- you’d beat me in a fight. That TINY little ball rattling around in your head - that brain of yours - THAT is where you fall short.*

***Zac:*** *I saved your life back at the lake. Don’t forget that. If you think it’s--*

***Fraser:*** *You do it because you have to. If you didn’t, Marcus would kill you himself.*

ZAC BARNES watches as FRASER STILLER gets up and walks away.

***Teddy:*** *Perhaps this group really is broken.*

***Jim:*** *Teddy. Don’t say that. We’re all here -- together.*

***Zac:*** *No we aren’t.*

Dean stands up, following after Fraser.

***Owen:*** *Where are you going now?*

***Dean:*** *Just feel bad. That’s all.*

As Dean is on his way after Fraser, MARCUS DOWNES steps in to stop him.

***Marcus:*** *I’ll talk to him. In fact-- It’s about time that I pulled both Zac and Fraser aside. I need them to sort out their differences for good.*

***Dean:*** ***(Quietly)*** *Zac is just an ass to everyone. It’s not good for anyone. He’s speaking about us being distant when he’s the one encouraging it. Definitely have a talk with him. Tired of this bullshit, really. We’ve lost enough already to just fight everyday.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah. I know. I’ll sort it.*

Dean nods, turning and walking back to his spot.

***Marcus:*** *Zac - come with me. We’re gonna have a chat that’s long overdue.*

Zac stands up, slowly walking over.

***Owen:*** *Wait a minute, what’s that about? He had an opinion, and since Fraser had an outburst about it, you’re gonna go kick him out or something? Or am I thinking about this wrong? What’s going on here? He just had a fucking opinion. I don’t get it.*

***Marcus:*** *I’ve been with both Zac and Fraser since the start. Constant bickering. It needs to stop.*

***Owen:*** *It’s mere disagreements. Either way, nobody changes. Just doesn’t happen…*

Marcus and Zac walk off towards the back of the store, where they find Fraser.

***Fraser: (To Zac)*** *You call me a worthless piece of shit, someone who can’t fight.*

***Zac:*** *The truth. Do you think that means I want you to die?*

***Fraser:*** *I think it means you’re a piece of shut -- and I’m a positive person saying this to you.*

***Marcus:*** *You both need to sort it - it’s getting on my nerves.*

***Zac:*** *Look, I apologize - for not seeing the perks of having you around. In truth, having a punching bag in all of this is how I deal with it.*

***Fraser:*** *We’re all meant to be a team here--and a light joke doesn’t bother me but--look at us. Look at the state of all of us* ***(He points at the group)***. *You should be able to look at that and see people you’re going to look out for constantly. Even if I can’t hold my own - I’d still try for them. Why can’t you?*

Zac glances back at the group, and then looks at Fraser and Marcus.

***Marcus:*** *It’s for the better. You’re not a bad guy, Zac. I know you’ve got good intentions.*

***Zac:*** *…Alright then. I’ll do my best to take things more seriously. But if you thinks this’ll change my personality--*

***Fraser:*** *Oh, I know - you’ll always be an asshole.*

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**Scene #3**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

Meanwhile, RANDALL FORSTER and the others are sitting at the front of the store still awaiting Jacob, William and Kate’s return.

***Randall:*** *When do you think the others’ll be back? They trotted off to that school to look into it.*

***Jim:*** *Hopefully soon. I’d give anything to see people’s spirits raised here. All that should matter is - we have each other. It could be far worse.*

***Owen:*** *Well - the thing that would raise my spirits is an actual cold drink. I’m tired of this warm--lukewarm--I don’t even know water.*

KATE BLOODSTONE dashes in through the front doors in a panic, closing them shut behind her. JIM BUTTERMAN and others stand, alarmed.

***Jim:*** *Kate?*

***Teddy:*** *Where are William and Jacob?*

***Kate:*** *They are fine-- just listen! The school is fine - we’ve found people there. I was sent back to come and collect you all but we have bigger problems! Everyone up!*

MARCUS DOWNES, FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES approach the front entrance, looking over.

***Marcus:*** *What - what is it?*

***Kate:*** *On my way back-- Some truck was patrolling the streets. It’s been tailing me. I think I lost it for now but…*

***Marcus:*** *Easy - it could’ve just been--*

***Dean:*** *No. No, no. They’re back…*

***Marcus:*** *Who?*

***Dean:*** *You know who. Badrick. All of them, they’re--*

***Randall:*** *You think it’s those dodgers?*

***Dean:*** *It has to be them. Why else would it not be them? Especially here. Why else would they follow her?*

The familiar roar of trucks pulling up can be heard outside. Dean and others peek out the windows.

DAMERAE BADRICK hops down off of one of the trucks, whispering to one of his Rastas.

***Badrick:*** *If there is even a* ***chance*** *this is them - we will do it. Now give me it.*

Inside, Kate slowly steps back from the window.

***Kate:*** *We need to go…*

The Rasta Badrick was speaking to hands him an RPG from the back of the truck. He points it at the hardware store.

***Kate:*** *WE NEED TO GO!*

***Owen:*** *THAT’S A FUCKIN--*

Badrick fires, the wall next to the front entrance being blown open, debris being flung high and low, a piece of which flies into OWEN GLIEFIELD’s shoulder. Fraser grabs him, trying to help him up.

***Owen:*** *I’m fine, I--*

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

Inside, the survivors run, grabbing their guns, preparing for an assault.

Badrick peers through the hole in the wall, seeing a few recognizable faces.

***Badrick:*** ***(To his Rastas)*** *It’s them. Leave no survivors. We’ve found them.*

Badrick and his Rastas move towards the entrance, firing their weapons. Almost immediately, Fraser is shot in the chest while moving Owen. He falls behind some crates, groaning.

***Aldus:*** *Fraser!*

***Zac:*** *Shit.*

Zac sprints over, diving into cover beside Fraser and Owen. He aims above the crates, firing off a few shots to keep the Rastas back.

***Zac:*** *Aldus! Get these two out of here!*

ALDUS PAXTON slings his rifle over his shoulder, keeping his head low as he runs over. Zac keeps him covered, shooting a Rasta dead. When he arrives, he grabs Fraser and Owen by their collars, dragging them backwards and out of immediate danger.

Elsewhere in the building, DEAN HOWARDS and a Rasta get into a fist fight when both men run out of ammo. While wrestling, the Rasta pulls out a blade, swinging it towards Dean. In response, Dean drives his hatcher into the man’s wrist. He screams, as Dean swings the hatchet into the man’s back. The Rasta falls to his knees, defeated.

***Dean:*** *I do NOT want to kill you, so--*

The Rasta right hooks him, grabbing his empty pistol, and using it to beat Dean in the face. As the man goes to hit Dean again, he suddenly drops the empty gun, having been shot in the head by Kate. The man falls to the side.

***Kate:*** ***(To Dean)*** *You can’t hesitate!*

***Dean:*** *I…*

He stares at the body of the man, panting.

Marcus joins Zac behind cover, both of them suppressing fire against the Rastas.

***Marcus:*** *I saw what you did - but he’s safe now, come one!*

Marcus stands, backing up while shooting. Zac stands, joining him.

***Zac:*** *Can you believe this? They have an unlimited supply of men* ***(He chuckles)***.

***Marcus:*** *Zac - focus!*

Zac turns around to make a break for cover further into the store, when he is suddenly shot in the back by Badrick. Zac stumbles to his knees, and is dragged into cover by Marcus. As Badrick is finding his next target, APOLLO dives onto him, ripping his teeth into Badrick’s flesh.

***Badrick:*** *AGH--*

He throws the dog off of him, and aims at it, but is then tackled down by Randall.

***Randall:*** *YOU-- GOT-- CLAYTON!*

He punches Badrick over and over until a Rasta shoots near him, making him dive off.

***Curtis:*** ***(To Randall)*** *Idiot - get up!*

CURTIS VAN HORN helps Randall up, bringing him to the back of the store.

As Badrick is getting back into cover and looking around, Aldus tries lining up a shot on his head. However, just as he fires, Badrick makes a sudden movement. The bullet goes clean through Badrick’s arm. His arm gushes blood.

***Badrick:*** *AGGGHHH!*

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NOON**

ANGELA JAEGAR and her group arrive a block away from the hardware store, seeing smoke rising.

***Angela:*** *What the hell…*

***Ed:*** *Uh…*

***Jon:*** *Well shit…*

***Albert:*** *What in the hell?*

***Angela:*** *What is it?*

***Jon:*** *Those - gangster assholes.*

***Ed:*** *Care to, uh, explain?*

***Jon:*** *No - not really.*

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**Scene #5**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

MARCUS DOWNES, KATE BLOODSTONE and ALDUS PAXTON become separated from the majority of their group, having been pinned down by a few Rastas.

***Kate:*** *We’re pinned here! I--*

***Marcus:*** *It’s alright…*

Marcus beckons Aldus to come over, and he does hastily.

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

***Marcus:*** *We can’t hold out here - we’ve got to go.*

***Kate:*** *Come on!*

***Aldus:*** *But I have a chance to stop Badrick--*

***Marcus:*** *You’ll get that chance later!*

The three of them charge out of a fire exit.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group are towards the back of the store, still holding out. REBECCA DAWSON and RANDALL FORSTER rush over to FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES, who are being tended to as best as they can by an injured OWEN GLIEFIELD.

***Rebecca:*** *Owen! Hoist them up - we’re gonna get them out of here.*

***Randall:*** *I’m with ya’.*

Randall grabs Zac, lifting him up, whilst Owen helps with Fraser.

***Owen:*** *Come on now--*

He bites his lip while trying to ignore the pounding pain in his shoulder.

***Owen:*** *Fucking-- come on. Let’s move!*

Rebecca and CURTIS VAN HORN cover the two men carrying the injured, as they head out of a back door, APOLLO running alongside them. They’ve unknowingly just left three other members behind.

TEDDY POWELL sits in cover with JIM BUTTERMAN and DEAN HOWARDS, doing his best to reload his pistol with one hand. Jim peeks his head over the crate, seeing a Rasta moving up.

***Jim:*** *Teddy! Ammo, ammo!*

***Teddy:*** *I’m trying, I’m trying!*

He finally gets it, and then pops his arm and head around the corner, dropping the Rasta. Dean covers their flank, shooting down another Rasta.

***Dean:*** *I never wanted this shit…*

Suddenly, Teddy, Jim and Dean find themselves surrounded, DAMERAE BADRICK and a couple other Rastas having snuck around.

***Badrick:*** *Take them…*

Rastas move forward, grabbing the three men and beginning to drag them towards the front entrance.

***Dean:*** *HEY-- LET ME GO! AH - HEY!*

A rasta raises his fist and rams it into Dean’s face, knocking him out.

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**Scene #6**

**FOREST - WOODS - AFTERNOON**

Around the back of the hardware store, ANGELA JAEGAR and the others are searching around the woods.

***Jon:*** *They can’t have gotten far…* ***(He limps ahead)***

***Ed:*** *Hey -- don’t rush off. You’ve gotta be careful!*

RANDALL FORSTER steps out from behind a tree with his gun raised, ready to fire.

***Randall:*** *Oy-- Oy!*

***Rebecca:*** *Your friends…*

***Randall:*** *Aye - our friends.*

CURTIS VAN HORN steps forward, seeing his friend.

***Curtis:*** *Jon.*

***Jon:*** *I knew you’d make it out alright, old man* ***(He pats him on the back)***.

***Randall:*** *We had a bit of a disaster. They, uh… They found us. Who are these people?* ***(He points at Angela and Ed)***

***Ed:*** *We’ve been helping your friends.*

***Angela:*** *Quite generously, too.*

***Curtis:*** *We can’t sit out in the shot shitting blood out of our asses forever. We’ve been separated from a whole bunch of people.*

***Austin:*** *Then let’s just - go somewhere else?*

***Rebecca:*** *Jacob and William are at the high school… They want us to head there. But the wounded won’t make that trip. We need to stop somewhere.*

ED ANDERSON slowly looks over at ANGELA JAEGAR. She sighs.

***Ed:*** *You can come to our place. We have a coffee shop -- not too far.*

***Jon:*** *You can trust them. They saved my life.*

***Curtis:*** *Then I say we head there - we can’t linger.*

***Owen:*** *We need to get the hell out of here before more of them come across us. Just get the decision over with.*

***Randall:*** *Alright - everyone up. Treat the wounded like, uh… precious cargo.* ***(He looks at Angela and Ed)*** *Lead the, uh, way.*

Angela walks into the woods, leading them.

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**Scene #7**

**FOREST - WOODS - AFTERNOON**

KATE BLOODSTONE, MARCUS DOWNES and ALDUS PAXTON stop in the woods, catching their breath.

***Kate:*** *How many of us made it out?*

***Marcus:*** *It was chaotic. I don’t know.*

***Aldus:*** *I had the shot…*

***Kate:*** *People like Badrick don’t die easily.*

Kate watches as a couple of trucks drive past them on the road.

***Kate:*** *And the school - it’s our best bet. We need to get there. The rest of the group knows about it.*

***Marcus:*** *I say we take one last check at the hardware store - see if we can meet with anyone else. If not… the school is where to go. Jacob and William need to hear about this.*

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

***Marcus:*** *Do you think we’re okay to head down there and take a look?*

***Kate: (Watching the trucks vanish around a corner)*** *It seems they’ve left.*

***Aldus:*** *I’ll watch our backs.*

Kate leads them back through the trees towards the hardware store.

**Scene #7 Cont.**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

Kate, Marcus and Aldus return to the hardware store. They step inside through the hole in the front entrance, kicking bricks aside.

***Marcus: (Nervously)*** *Any familiar bodies? I don’t see any…*

***Aldus:*** *Just the usual Rastas.*

Aldus kneels down, looting ammunition from their corpses.

***Kate:*** *The Rastas could have hostages. We just can’t catch a break.*

***Marcus:*** *Look - we don’t see any of ours dead. I take that as a good thing.*

***Kate:*** *We can hope the others have headed to the school. We need to make a proper plan.*

***Marcus:*** *A proper plan?*

***Kate:*** *To take them out once and for all. If we go to the school and settle down - they’ll just turn up and tear it away from us.*

***Aldus:*** *Maybe we find where they’re at and burn them… or something.*

***Marcus:*** *…We could always follow those trucks while the tracks are fresh.*

***Aldus:*** *Yeah…*

***Kate:*** *Marcus… we need to find the others.*

***Marcus:*** *We might not have any other chance. They won’t be expecting us.*

***Aldus:*** *He has a point. This could be our only chance.*

Kate looks out into the parking lot, thinking about it.

***Kate:*** *…Then we’ll take it.*

***Marcus:*** *You sure you’re up for this?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah. Look at what they’ve done to us.*

***Marcus:*** *We’ll follow their tracks on the road - keep a lookout for a car of our own. We’ll probably need one.*

He leads them out of the building.

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**Scene #8**

**FOREST - WOODS - AFTERNOON**

JON MATTHEWS and CURTIS VAN HORN walk beside each other through the woods at the back of the group.

***Curtis: (To Jon)*** *The hell happened to you? You’re a state.*

***Jon:*** *Encountered a bit of trouble, the usual.*

***Curtis:*** *Quincy and Monica…*

***Jon:*** *Yeah. Figured you’d know about that if you turned up. Sucks, don’t it?*

***Curtis:*** *We’re still here. Anything on Wright?*

***Jon:*** *Nah, but do you really think he’s dead?*

***Curtis:*** *Hell no.*

***Jon:*** *Exactly, he’ll pop up. We’ve got bigger concerns.*

Near the front of the pact, REBECCA DAWSON looks around at the group.

***Rebecca:*** *Someone tell me about these Rastas? They are the ones who forced you out of the mall? Caused all that ruckus?*

***Owen:*** *Yes, and they’re a bunch of assholes.*

***Randall:*** *Partly them-- and partly some private military.*

***Owen:*** *A bunch of gang wet nose cunt-heads. I wish they’d know their place and decide to fuck off, but it seems they don’t get the memo.*

***Rebecca:*** *So they have a vendetta against you guys?*

***Owen:*** *I have no clue why they do - but they do, yes.*

***Angela:*** *How many of them are there?*

***Ed:*** *Should we be alarmed?*

***Owen:*** *I’d say yeah-- yeah, you should. You should be very.*

***Randall:*** *You should be alarmed, yeah.*

***Owen:*** *There’s more than you could imagine to be alive in this world already. It’s just a constant problem with them.*

RANDALL FORSTER stops, looking through the trees, where he can barely make out the ruins of Willamette Mall in the distance.

***Owen:*** *Huh… Home sweet home.*

***Angela:*** *I didn’t realize it was this bad. I mean - I saw the smoke, but it’s a wreck.*

***Owen:*** *Oh, they made sure it was.*

***Randall:*** *Suppose that’s the result of a battle being fought there.*

***Owen:*** *They wanted to make sure we were dead. We tried to keep a low profile - for a bit. They’ve found us again* ***(He shakes his head)***. *And I could only assume they’ll keep being assholes.*

As the group continues walking forward, a blizzard begins to form, snow being blown all around, the wind roaring.

***Owen: (Shivering)*** *Wish I brought a coat…*

***Randall:*** *Ey - are we almost there?!*

***Ed:*** *Almost!*

Jon walks ahead, next to ANGELA JAEGAR.

***Jon:*** *I can keep you warm* ***(He grins)***.

***Angela:*** *You’re a joke.*

***Jon:*** *Do you like jokes? I can be a joke if you want me to.*

Angela smiles lightly, continuing to look ahead.

***Jon:*** *Ooh - I’ve never seen you smile until now. You have a pretty smile.*

***Curtis:*** *Is this really the time?*

***Jon:*** *Hell yeah it is - never waste a moment.*

***Owen:*** *Can’t blame the man. Action is limited nowadays. Well, there’s plenty of gunfire and battles but…*

***Randall:*** *The good kind of action is limited.*

***Angela:*** *Shit…* ***(She stops)***

***Jon:*** *What is it, darl--*

She looks ahead at a group of zombies stumbling out of the trees, moving towards them. Angela backs up whilst reaching for his weapon, when she trips over a log, smacking her leg hard.

***Jon:*** *Shit!*

He brings Angela to her feet, backing up.

***Jon:*** *Back! Back!*

***Ed:*** *O-- OH!*

***Curtis:*** *Stick together!*

Jon and Angela back away from the rest of the group, losing everyone but Curtis in the blizzard.

***Curtis:*** *Jon!*

He runs through the trees, trying to catch Jon and Angela. Randall sees him.

***Randall:*** *Stop!*

But Curtis keeps moving, and Randall loses sight of him in the snow.

***Ed:*** *Thi-this way!*

ED ANDERSON makes off into the woods, directing the group to follow him. Rebecca smacks a zombie away, and follows after him and the rest of the group.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

DA’JONTE WOODARD comes to a stop, looking down at a zombie with its lower body trapped under rubble, reaching its arms up at him. A gun rests next to it. Da’Jonte sighs, turning away from the zombie. He then looks up at the destroyed front entrance, seeing three people rushing inside.

***Curtis:*** *Jon!*

***Jon:*** *Gotta get to shelter - come on!*

JON MATTHEWS stops, seeing Da’Jonte.

***Jon:*** *What the fuck--*

Da’Jonte tries making a run for it, but CURTIS VAN HORN grabs him.

***Curtis:*** *Wait-- stop.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Ah-- ay… Ay, friend.*

***Curtis:*** *We’re not holding a grudge.*

He pushes Da’Jonte aside, and sits down on a bench, while Jon takes ANGELA JAEGAR over to a bench, sitting her down.

***Angela:*** *Thank you.*

***Jon:*** *My pleasure.*

Jon turns to Da’Jonte.

***Jon:*** *You’ve been alone since the last time we saw you?*

***Curtis:*** *We know you were invited to come and join us by someone. But, uh, you came a little late. We lost the mall.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Yes. It… It seems so.*

Jon approaches him, still skeptical.

***Jon:*** *You betrayed us before… Joined the Rastas. We just got attacked by them. Are you done with them?*

***Curtis:*** *He seems pretty done with them to me.*

***Jon: (Noticing something)*** *Oh shit…*

He slowly walks through towards the end of the plaza, kneeling next to something, frowning. He looks down at MONICA REYNOLDS’ corpse.

***Da’Jonte:*** *What… What happened to the mall?*

***Curtis:*** *The mall… We were attacked. That little battle between that private army and the Rastas - it got worse.*

Curtis and Da’Jonte approach Jon, looking down, frowning.

***Jon:*** *We lost Quincy and Monica because of it. We’re all scattered.*

***Angela:*** *She was a good friend of yours?*

***Jon:*** *Yeah…*

***Angela:*** *Let’s bury her properly.*

***Curtis:*** *If we’re doing that - we may as well look for Quincy too. We’d have to bury them together. It’s the only way it’ll work.*

Jon stands, walking over to Angela.

***Jon:*** *How’s your ankle?*

***Angela:*** *It’ll be fine.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *What happened to you guys since then?*

***Curtis:*** *After the mall attack… not much. We all had to find each other. I learnt how much people should be valued in all this. You should come with us. I think it’d be best for all of us.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *I’d like that. I haven’t seen any living humans in a while.*

***Jon:*** *We’ll wait till the storm dies down. Until then…* ***(He looks back at Monica)*** *I suppose we’ll bury her and Quincy. Presuming we find him…*

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

At a large garden inside the food court, CURTIS VAN HORN slowly sets MONICA REYNOLDS and QUINCY ATHERTON’s bodies into a hole just big enough to fit them. He places their hands together, and then steps back.

***Jon:*** *We’ve got to pay our respects.*

Jon nods, lifting up a shovel and beginning to fill up the grave.

After the burial, ANGELA JAEGAR calls over JON MATTHEWS.

***Jon:*** *Yeah?*

***Angela:*** *You and your people-- I don’t regret helping you. Usually I don’t see much benefit in having people around… now I do. And while I remain skeptical of this conflict you’re part of--*

***Jon:*** *I’m growing on you* ***(He grins)***.

***Angela:*** *Don’t get your hopes up.*

***Jon:*** *There’s a growing bulge in this room right now, do you know that.*

She stands up, turning.

***Angela:*** *Thanks again.*

Jon chuckles, taking a seat.

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**Scene #11**

**COFFEE SHOP**

ED ANDERSON helps FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES onto a couple of couches, then turns to OWEN GLIEFIELD.

***Ed:*** *I’ll leave you to, uh… tend to them. And -- your dog looks injured, too.*

Ed kneels down next to APOLLO.

***Ed:*** *Brave little guy, huh?*

Apollo barks, before turning around and curling up on the floor. LAYTON ZIMMERS adjusts his glasses, looking around the room, seeing REBECCA DAWSON looking out the window at the blizzard.

***Layton:*** *Some say whenever there’s a storm -- the gods are angry. Nice to meet you all, I’m Layton Zimmers. It must have been a pretty tough day for you people, huh?*

***Owen:*** *Sure has. And they get angry a lot, then. ‘Cause every day is a damn storm now. A shit storm.*

***Layton:*** *The entire apocalypse is a storm in my eyes… A storm created by the government. How do we know this is worldwide? What if it’s just us! Imagine!*

***Owen:*** *Created by the government? Created by the government?! Oh my God, I’ve never heard that. That’s rich.*

***Layton:*** *Exactly! Nobody here listens to me. All we have to do these days is think! And I can cook up my own storm right here!*

***Owen:*** *No, no, you’re truly amazing. I believe every single word you speak. Truly, sir* ***(He bows)***.

Ed frowns, sitting on a stool.

***Ed:*** *Two of our people aren’t back yet.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON approaches Layton, looking down at him.

***Austin:*** *Lay-- L-L… Do you have any whiskey here?*

***Layton:*** *Whiskey? This is a coffee shop! We have coffee!*

***Austin:*** *I’m good.*

***Randall:*** *Haven’t you had enough to drink?*

***Austin:*** *I haven’t had a drink in like half a day, man. That’s quite a long time… for me.*

***Owen:*** *I’d like iced coffee if you have it. Haven’t had a cold drink in…*

***Layton:*** *We have it all.*

He shows Owen to the kitchen.

***Owen:*** ***(He smiles)*** *Holy shit. I’d like one iced coffee, then.*

***Layton:*** *Coming right up.*

Rebecca turns away from the window, looking around the room.

***Rebecca:*** *What’s the plan?*

***Randall:*** *Wait for the storm to die, I guess. We’ve got a lot of people to find. But ey-- I’m sure something will go right for us one day.*

***Albert:*** *We going to the high school after the storm passes?*

***Randall:*** *Guess so. Probably best we inform the others of this. For now… I say we get some rest.*

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**Scene #12**

**WAREHOUSE**

DEAN HOWARDS tries to sit up, as blood drips from the top of his nose to a puddle below. He hears a voice whisper yelling to him.

***Teddy:*** *Dean!*

He blinks, looking up slightly, seeing nothing but darkness all round.

***Teddy:*** *Dean! Where’s Jim?*

Dean coughs, trying to pull his arms up, but quickly discovers that they’re bound together behind his back. He soon finds out that his legs are tied together as well.

***Dean:*** *I… I don’t…*

***Teddy:*** *We can’t sit here - we need to find a way out* ***(He starts trying to free his legs from the rope)***

***Dean:*** *My h-- My head… I can’t… Where are you?*

A door opens up ahead of both of them, bright light beaming inside. JIM BUTTERMAN is tossed inside the room. He lands on the ground hard, his arms bound together as well, but his legs free.

***Badrick:*** *This one has no answers for me, I do hope that one of you will supply.*

DAMERAE BADRICK slams the door shut, the room filling with darkness once again. Dean blinks rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the dark. He sees Jim slowly sitting up. The old man coughs up a bit of blood.

***Jim:*** *I didn’t tell him anything.*

***Dean:*** *What did they…?*

***Jim:*** *He was interrogating me.*

***Dean: (He shakes his head)*** *Those -- bastards.*

***Teddy:*** *Don’t worry, we’re gonna get out of this.*

Dean desperately begins to try and break free of his restraints, but it’s doing nothing but tiring him.

***Jim:*** *It isn’t worth it, boys.*

***Dean:*** *What? No, we--*

***Jim:*** *We just have to stay strong… I’m not losing hope. No way…*

***Dean:*** *Look at you! They’ll kill us. We--*

***Jim:*** *But I think it’s for the best we just focus on not breaking in front of them. Not giving them what they want. If we struggle - they’ll know we’re panicking.*

***Teddy: (He nods slowly)*** *Alright… but we can’t just sit here.*

***Jim:*** *Yet we have to. There isn’t going to be a great escape, Teddy.*

***Dean:*** *They’re just going to beat and torture us. We’re just going to…* ***(He frowns)*** *I don’t… What if they don’t find us? Wha--*

The door opens again, Badrick returning. He enters the room, looking at TEDDY POWELL.

***Badrick:*** *I’m ready for the next.*

He approaches the one-armed man, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up.

***Badrick:*** *Look at me.*

Teddy spits in his face. After calmly wiping his face, Badrick brings back his arm, and swings it forward, his brass knuckles slamming into Teddy’s face. A tooth flies out, Teddy’s head swinging to the side.

***Teddy:*** *Fuck you…* ***(He looks Badrick in the eyes)*** *Fuck. You.*

***Badrick:*** *So many people tell me that. Luckily for you… I swing both ways.*

He grabs Teddy, dragging him out of the room. The door slams shut.

***Dean:*** *We can’t, man, we can’t. We--*

***Jim:*** *He won’t break Teddy… He won’t manage. We’re going to be alright… Our group has something Badrick’s doesn’t. Loyalty through friendship… not fear.*

Dean sighs, slightly comforted by the old man’s words.

***Dean:*** *I-- I guess.*

***Jim:*** *They’ll come for us, Dean - we just have to stall him. And we can do just that. And we can do just that.*

***Dean:*** *He wouldn’t - kill us, right? We have what he wants.*

***Jim:*** *Leading him to the wrong places is the best thing to do to buy us time.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah, yeah that’s what I was thinking. He wouldn’t kill us.*

***Jim:*** *He’s an obsessive murderer -- he wants nothing more than to see our group dead. And he wants us to lead him to them. Best not to act like we don’t know-- but that we do. To let on there’s multiple places…*

Jim suddenly falls to the side slowly, passing out.

***Dean:*** *W-- Jim? Hey, w-what? Jim? Jim!*

He stares at Jim, unsure of his state, but unable to do anything. Down the hall, a door is heard slamming loudly. Dean flinches, looking over in fear.

***Dean:*** *No, no, no…*

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**Scene #13**

**WAREHOUSE**

TEDDY POWELL is sat down in front of a small table. DAMERAE BADRICK slams the door closed behind them, turning to face Teddy, chuckling.

***Badrick:*** *Haha-- did you really think I was going to rape you? You have no sense of humour, my friend.*

***Teddy:*** *What do you want from us?*

***Badrick:*** *You know what I want. I assure you it isn’t a quickie from the likes of you. I am many things, but a rapist is not one of them. Well -- not anymore…*

***Teddy:*** *You’re disgusting.*

***Badrick:*** *And I’m also in control. So talk more lightly to me.*

***Teddy:*** *I saw this place as you drove in… You’ve resorted to hiding in a shitty warehouse far out of town. You’re probably struggling just as much as we are.*

***Badrick:*** *Yet I still won. So tell me: where is the rest of your group going to be?*

***Teddy:*** *What makes you think I’d know? You saw us at a hardware store -- you attacked it. We’re scattered now, you idiot.*

***Badrick:*** *I did not see all of you. I did not see my good friend Edward… Or Clyde. You have a backup.*

***Teddy:*** *They’re dead.*

***Badrick:*** *I do not believe you, my friend. Now -- lying is where I draw the line. You have quite the battle scar there* ***(He looks at his missing hand)***.

***Teddy:*** *Yeah? This little stump I gained from fighting in a war against you.*

***Badrick:*** *Another example of my victory, I see.*

***Teddy:*** *You’re pathetic. Truly pathetic.*

Teddy grins, then spits across the table at him.

***Badrick:*** *I have enough manners to speak to you properly.*

***Teddy:*** *It’s all a facade.*

He bursts out laughing at Badrick.

***Teddy:*** *You’re psychotic!*

***Badrick:*** *I do not appreciate disrespect… You are far harder to speak to than Jim. Keep in mind I have three of you… I do not need you all. Do you think I will keep you alive?*

***Teddy:*** *I don’t care anymore. I can’t wait until your group--your people--get hungry. I can’t wait until I hear about the mutiny if I live that long. I want to see it all crumble from the inside out. I’m blessed to have a front row seat to your lunacy.*

Badrick frowns, reaching across the table and punching him in the face. He then grabs Teddy’s head, slamming it off the table.

***Badrick:*** *Speak to me with more respect or you won’t get a seat at all.*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah, yeah.*

Badrick punches him again, blackening his eye. He then grabs the man, throwing him to the floor. He swings his foot into his stomach.

***Badrick:*** *As you can see… It is you who is pathetic.*

He opens the door behind him, pointing to a Rasta.

***Badrick:*** *Take him back to his cell - and bring me the final one.*

The Rasta nods, grabbing Teddy. He leads the bruised and beaten man down the hallway, and back to the dark room. Along the way, Teddy eyes the front doors to the building. The door to the cell room is opened, and Teddy is thrown inside. JIM BUTTERMAN looks over with worry, having woken up.

***Jim:*** *Teddy--* ***(He coughs)***

The Rasta approaches DEAN HOWARDS while carrying his gun. Dean widens his eyes, scared of him--when suddenly Teddy stands up, having gotten his arms through his legs and back to his front. He wraps his arms around the Rasta’s neck, kicking the guy away. He strangles the man, as he frantically kicks and grabs at Teddy to no avail. Eventually his movements stop, his body going limp. Teddy drops his corpse, grabbing a knife from the man’s side, using it to cut himself free. He swiftly approaches Dean and Jim, freeing them from their restraints.

***Dean:*** *Holy shit…*

***Teddy:*** ***(Whispering)*** *Alright… There's an exit down the hall. We’re close to home. Stick together.*

Teddy pockets the knife, and picks up the Rasta’s gun. He hands it off to Dean.

***Dean:*** *I’m gonna need you guys to guide me. I got hit pretty hard.*

Teddy nods, quietly stepping out of the room. He checks left and right, and then starts walking down the hall, Dean and Jim following him. As they walk, they overhear Badrick talking in another room.

***Badrick:*** *We’ll find them sooner or later. They cannot hide from the inevitable. And WHERE is the third prisoner? I want him through!*

***Teddy:*** *Shit… come on.*

Teddy walks a bit faster, leading them down the hall to the front doors. He stops at a corner, looking around the corner where he spots a Rasta looking out the windows of the doors. Drawing his knife, Teddy sneaks up behind him and slits his throat. The Rasta drops to the floor, clawing at his throat until he bleeds out.

***Teddy:*** *All this - with one hand.*

Teddy smiles, opening the front doors and stepping out into the night, where they immediately feel the freezing temperatures of the ongoing blizzard.

***Jim: (To Teddy)*** *You did it--*

***Dean:*** *That was… easier than expected.*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah - you can thank me later. Come on!*

He rushes through a courtyard and up to a fence blocking the way.

***Teddy:*** *We’ll help Jim over.*

***Jim:*** *Thank you-- back problems.*

***Dean:*** *Alright, alright.*

The two men help to push Jim up, to where he can climb over top of the fence and slowly climb down. When he lands, Jim sees a zombie stumbling through the snow over to him.

***Jim:*** *Toss over the knife!*

Teddy throws it over. Jim picks the knife up off the ground, and takes a deep breath, his hand shaking as the zombie approaches.

***Dean:*** *You’ve got this, Jim. Yeah, you’ve got this.*

Jim stabs the zombie in the head quickly.

***Teddy:*** *Alright, Jim! Hell yeah!*

Something loud is heard, as Dean watches Teddy fall forward into the fence, the man’s head having been blown open. Blood sprays onto Dean’s clothing. Dean stares in shock, dropping his gun. Teddy’s body slides to the ground, the snow around his head quickly turning to red. And then Dean notices the Rastas running out, surrounding him.

***Dean:*** *JIM, RUN! RUN!*

Jim, in shock, turns around and rushes off into the woods across the street as fast as he can.

***Dean:*** *RUN NOW!*

***Badrick:*** *RAAA-- AFTER HIM! AFTER HIM NOW! DON’T LET THE OLD MAN ESCAPE!*

A Rasta jumps up onto the fence, climbing up and over. Badrick approaches the shaking Dean, punching him to the ground. Dean spits, clambering to get back up to his knees, shivering.

***Badrick:*** *Take him back to his cell.*

Badrick punches Dean out cold.