Reunion/Transcript

*“Stop yourself for a second - and just breathe. You’ll find it’s helpful.”* *—Kate*

**Starring:**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Jon Hamm as JON MATTHEWS

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

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

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

**Guest Starring**

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

Tom Holland as LLOYD WALLER

Chadwick Boseman as BRUCE BOSEMAN

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

David Boat as LAYTON ZIMMERS

Tim Wersan as KYLE DOUGLASS

Alexander Siddig as MARTYN FORD

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

**Co-Starring**

Nico Bustamante as BERNIE ORTAN

Rocco Rasanio as TONY MARSTON

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

Roscoe Orman as DA’JONTE WOODARD

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**Scene #1**

**FOREST - SLAUGHTERHOUSE**

MICHAEL HALL swings open the front door, stepping inside with a deer carcass over his shoulder. He closes it behind him, and lays the animal onto a table.

***Michael:*** *Clean shot. We’ll be eating well tonight - that is if you plan to stay.*

***Jim:*** *Why are you helping me?*

Michael begins to cut into the deer, skinning it.

***Michael:*** *I suppose it’s the right thing to do.*

***Jim:*** *But I thought you had conflict with my group… and with the Rastas… Is that really - in your person?*

***Michael:*** *It wasn’t. No. If you ask me, I’ve killed enough people to be considered irredeemable. When this all started, me and my boys wanted the mall to ourselves. Because why trust anyone? There was a clown wielding chainsaws running around.*

***Jim:*** *And what you did didn’t help anyone’s case in that mall. Women? Children?*

***Michael:*** *You don’t need to lecture me or try to educate me that it was wrong. I know exactly what it is. Call me psychotic all you want.* ***(He points the knife in his direction)*** *But I saved your life, does it matter in the end?*

JIM BUTTERMAN looks away from him, staring out a window.

***Michael:*** *What is your plan then? Do you have places to be? Or are you going to stay? What’s become of your group?*

***Jim:*** *In truth, I don’t know. I need to go back somewhere - back where I came from. I have a friend there… he didn’t make it out.*

***Michael:*** *A place under Rasta occupation, no?*

***Jim:*** *Yes. And-- perhaps you could accompany me.*

***Michael:*** *What’s in it for me? I saved your life but I’ve got no interest in getting back involved in all of that chaos.*

***Jim:*** *If you want to redeem yourself, perhaps. You could help me find my group-- They’d appreciate anyone who’d come to their aid in this situation.*

***Michael:*** *You think it’s that simple? You and I hadn’t met until recently. I’m sure some of the ones will have encountered me at some point.*

Jim stands up.

***Jim:*** *I can’t just sit here.*

***Michael:*** *So you’re going to go back out there alone?*

***Jim:*** *I appreciate your help - I truly do. I can see that if you were once a worse man than you are now-- you’re on route to becoming a better one. But I have to go… I can’t sit here not knowing how my group is. Thank you all the same.*

Jim slowly walks around Michael, stepping out of the front door and back out into the cold, as Michael watches him, stunned.

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**Scene #2**

**WAREHOUSE - MORNING**

JIM BUTTERMAN warily approaches the same fence where he had watched his friend’s brains be blown out. He looks down, seeing the red-stained snow and fence. Frowning, Jim begins walking around the side of the building, looking through windows, listening for voices. He hears not a sound. Eventually, he comes across a wide open side door, which he cautiously walks up to and looks through. Nothing. A bit scared and confused, he enters the building, holding his knife. He finally hears footsteps nearby, but when he turns the corner to check, he sees a zombie with a slash along its throat stumbling towards him. He quickly stabs it in the head.

He continues slowly through the warehouse, stepping over a corpse, and finding nobody else inside. Eventually, Jim comes to a window, where he sees clouds of billowing smoke in the distance. Intrigued, he heads out the side door he entered through, and begins walking that way.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - HOUSE**

***Solomon:*** *When’s the winter over?*

***Edward:*** *You’re asking that as if I know the current date. I haven’t cared to keep track. I’d reckon were-- some point into January if I had to guess.*

***Solomon:*** *Alright.*

MIKE SIMPSON opens his case, taking out an up-to-date calendar, which he tosses over to SOLOMON REED. He looks at it curiously, not noticing CLYDE ROLLINS coming up behind him to have a peek at it.

***Clyde:*** *December 22nd, really? I expected so much-- I  thought it’d been so much longer* ***(He chuckles)***. *I’m-- Wow, alright.*

***Edward:*** *I wish I cared about what the date was - but we have far more pressing matters to tend to.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, yes, I know. Badrick needs to die, such and such and such.*

***Solomon:*** *Yup.*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR suddenly storms into the room.

***Benjamin:*** *Pack it up. We’re leaving. It isn’t safe here.*

***Clyde:*** *Wh- what’s going on?*

***Benjamin:*** *It isn’t safe here, I just said. More and more of the dead are spreading into the neighbourhood. The last thing we want is to be boxed into this house. There are hordes walking the streets but we’re lucky enough to have gone undetected--*

He flinches, hearing a gunshot coming from behind him in the backyard. Then another shot. Benjamin and the others hurry out into the backyard, seeing ROBIN CLARKE aiming his pistols at glass bottles lined up on a fence.

***Edward:*** *WHAT ARE YOU DOING?*

***Robin:*** *What does it look like? Target practice. Oh-- duck. I placed one behind you.*

***Edward:*** *What?*

***Robin:*** *Quick.*

Robin aims his pistol at EDWARD REMAR, forcing him to duck down, as he shoots a bottle behind him. Furious, Edward stands back up.

***Edward:*** *YOU IDIOT! YOU STUPID--STUPID FOOL!*

He swings his cane at Robin in anger, as Benjamin heads back inside.

***Robin:*** *What the hell? What gives?*

***Edward:*** *WHAT GIVES? DO YOU HAVE-- Do you take ANY MATTER seriously?!*

***Robin:*** *What’s the deal, Eddie?*

***Edward:*** *Don’t call me that… not you* ***(He grits his teeth)***.

Benjamin returns to the backyard in a hurry.

***Benjamin:*** *We’re going to need to leave - right now.*

***Robin:*** *Alright, alright. I’m almost done.*

He turns, shooting another bottle.

***Edward:*** *STOP IT YOU FOOL!*

***Robin:*** *What the hell gives?*

***Edward:*** *The dead are FLOCKING to this neighbourhood. Because of your ignorance -- and your lack of FUNCTIONING BRAIN-CELLS -- they are going to be here!*

***Robin:*** *We’ve dealt with the dead before.*

Edward angrily looks at him, clenching his fists.

***Edward:*** *You are the most -- careless, annoying-- I hate you.*

Edward turns, heading inside, everyone else following along. When they do, Clyde nervously approaches the window, looking out.

***Clyde:*** *Uh…* ***(He chuckles nervously, closing the curtains)*** *Let’s not worry about that-- Hey, who likes garden hopping?*

***Benjamin:*** *What?*

***Clyde:*** *I just--*

Banging comes from the window behind Clyde. He nervously peeks through the curtains at the zombies. And then he hears more loud banging at the front door.

***Clyde:*** *Oh--*

***Edward:*** *Clyde…*

***Clyde:*** *It is what you think. And… it’s--*

He looks out the window again, seeing dozens of zombies already gathering outside.

***Clyde:*** *They, uh… got here quick.*

***Solomon: (To Robin)*** *That’s impressive shooting on the bright side.*

***Robin:*** *Thank you! And now -- I’ll get us out of--*

The backyard fence is pushed down, as zombies flood the area, approaching the back door, which is quickly closed. They’re trapped in the house, zombies at both doors.

***Edward:*** *You fool… You fool… You fool… You--*

***Robin:*** *Oh quit crying.*

***Solomon:*** *What’s the plan?*

***Benjamin:*** *We get to the bus.*

Clyde puts his back against the front door, holding it. Meanwhile, JARED KELLINGS is seen walking down the stairs, yawning and stretching.

***Benjamin:*** *Well, well. Look who decided to wake.*

***Jared:*** ***(Hearing the bangs)*** *So we got some new company?*

***Solomon:*** *No, we are surrounded. Not by your fans.*

***Edward:*** *Because of HIM!* ***(He points at Robin)***

***Jared:*** *Hey man, relax. We point fingers, and we ain’t gonna have any once they get done with us. We gotta come up with a master plan to escape, you know.*

***Robin:*** *Alright - the best way to do this is to let them have us.*

***Edward:*** *What?*

***Robin:*** *I mean - try, of course. Hey, movie star. Open that door.*

***Edward:*** *DO NOT!*

***Clyde:*** *I wasn’t going to!*

***Robin:*** *Open the door - slightly. Hey, don’t worry. I’ve got this under control.*

Robin takes out both of his pistols, aiming at the door.

***Robin:*** *Just watch.*

***Clyde:*** *I really don’t think that--*

***Edward:*** *DON’T!*

***Jared:*** *Woah, hey listen… that ain’t the best idea.*

***Robin:*** *Fine. I’ll do it.*

Robin grabs the door handle, forcing Clyde to step away. He swings it wide open, the dead beginning to flood inside, as Robin opens fire.

***Jared:*** *DUDE! DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!*

***Solomon:*** *WOAH!*

Clyde falls to the floor because of the door hitting him, as zombies swarm the building.

***Edward:*** *CLYDE!*

He rushes forward, punching Robin, and then making his way to Clyde.

***Robin:*** *HEY - MY SHOT!*

Robin begins shooting at the zombies nearing Clyde. Benjamin meanwhile is figuring out a way to escape.

***Benjamin:*** *Fucking… shit…*

He fires his pistol at one of the living room windows, shattering it.

***Benjamin:*** *EVERYONE OUT!*

Edward stabs a couple of zombies next to Clyde, helping him up.

***Clyde:*** *I-- I think--*

***Edward:*** *Come on!*

Benjamin, Mike, Jared and Solomon jump out of the broken window, rushing around the side of the house, past the zombies, and out to the bus. Benjamin starts the engine.

Inside, Robin fires his pistols until they’re completely out of ammo, and when he’s finished with that, he takes out two of his knives, beginning to stab at them. Edward and CLyde approach the broken window hastily.

***Clyde: (To Robin)*** *Are you, uh… coming?*

***Robin:*** *‘Course I am.*

***Edward:*** *Leave him, he’s just trying to show off.*

The two of them climb out of the window, swiftly followed by Robin a few seconds later. Inside the bus, Benjamin is getting ready to speed away, seeing that zombies are beginning to surround the vehicle.

***Benjamin:*** *Mike - cover the back windows, fire at any that are trying to surround the bus.*

Edward and Clyde step up into the bus, followed by Robin a second later. When they’re all on board, Benjamin speeds away.

***Robin:*** *WOO! That got the adrenaline pumping!*

***Edward:*** *That… That got--*

He punches Robin in the face.

***Robin:*** *We all made it out of it. RELAX.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t tell ME to relax. You almost got Clyde KILLED!*

***Robin: (He points at Clyde)*** *He’s right there.*

***Edward:*** *ALMOST!*

***Robin:*** *Exactly! He made it out. Right, Clyde?*

***Clyde:*** *Uh… I… Was that planned?*

***Edward:*** *Of course it wasn’t planned. He’s simply INSANE!*

***Benjamin:*** *We’re going to need to find a new place to set up.*

***Clyde:*** *Oho - I have an idea.*

***Benjamin:*** *What’s the idea?*

Clyde puts his arm around Benjamin’s shoulder, pointing at an upcoming sign.

***Clyde:*** *A brewery.*

***Edward:*** *Something tells me a brewery is the last thing this group needs but… I wouldn’t say no.*

***Benjamin:*** *I need a drink. We’re going.*

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**Scene #4**

**COFFEE SHOP**

KATE BLOODSTONE stands with her arms crossed, looking blankly at the group inside the coffee shop.

***Kate:*** *So what happened?*

***Randall: (He sips his coffee)*** *When we got here--* ***(He looks at Angela)*** *Your buddy Ed realized a few people were missing. Uhh… I can’t mind their names. Point is - he’s out looking for them.*

LAYTON ZIMMERS slides along the couch, closer to Kate.

***Layton:*** *Hellllloo. Layton Zimmers. Pleasing to meet you. What happened was - when your band of companions arrived accompanied by my good friend Ed, it turned out two of our group--Darwin and Don--had gone out. And now… they haven’t come back. So my good friend Ed is out searching for said companions. I hope this clears the air, you’re welcome.*

***Angela:*** *When did Ed leave?*

***Layton:*** *A couple of hours ago!*

***Randall:*** *We’re, uh… planning on heading over to the school like Jacob and William asked. We just wanted to regroup a little more. Told your buddy Ed we’d be there if he came back and we were gone.*

***Angela:*** *Thanks* ***(She nods)***.

RANDALL FORSTER looks over towards Marcus.

***Randall:*** *Zac and Fraser got shot up pretty badly back at the hardware store-- but they are in the back, healing up.* ***(He looks over at Owen, sleeping)*** *Owen has, uh… been taking good care of them.*

***Aldus:*** *What about Edward? Has he been around lately?*

***Randall:*** *Edward? I don’t think any of us have seen him since the mall, nevermind the hardware store.*

OWEN GLIEFIELD slides out of his booth, waking him up. He looks around, confused.

***Owen:*** *Wh-- When-- Oh.*

***Marcus:*** *Owen. Can I see them?*

***Owen:*** *See what?* ***(He stands up, stretching)*** *Ahhh, shit-- Jesus Christ.*

***Marcus:*** *Zac and Fraser - are they awake?*

Owen rubs his eyes, looking around, still tired.

***Owen:*** *Buddy, I just got my beauty sleep. I have no clue where they have run off to. If I did, I’d tell you* ***(He yawns)***. *You’d think coffee would keep you awak--*

***Marcus:*** *You’re meant to be their doctor.*

***Owen:*** *Huh?*

He walks past the doctor, and into the break room, where he sees FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES laying on a couple of couches.

***Fraser:*** *He hath returned!* ***(He coughs)*** *OW! Every time I cough-- I feel like my ribs shatter.*

***Marcus:*** *Good to see you too. How are you holding up?*

***Fraser:*** *Lucky to be alive. I, uh… I didn’t ever think Zac would be someone who’d save my life.*

MARCUS DOWNES looks at Zac on the other couch, giving him a nod.

***Zac:*** *Yeah -- that’s me. Life-saver. I didn’t realize being a hero hurt so much. Literally - I think I’m fashioning these bullet holes pretty well.*

***Marcus:*** *Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humour.*

***Zac:*** *That’s something no amount of shots from a gun is going to take away. You been on an adventure?*

***Fraser:*** *Give us some updates - nobody has been telling us anything since we got here. Just saying we need sleep.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah, sure.*

Marcus pulls up a chair.

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**Scene #5**

**COFFEE SHOP**

REBECCA DAWSON looks over towards KATE BLOODSTONE and those who just arrived.

***Rebecca:*** *What happened to all of you out there?*

***Jon:*** *There’s a few people who should be standing with us right now who aren’t.*

***Kate:*** *Teddy and Curtis are dead. We don’t know about Jim. Dean is a hostage of Badrick.*

The room quiets down, as people look over, stunned.

***Randall:*** *Jesus…*

***Albert:*** *Can’t things ever go our way?* ***(He shakes his head)***

***Kate:*** *Look - I don’t know about all of you - but we need to get to the high school. We need to tell Jacob and William of all of this. They were expecting us too long ago - and we’re a mess right now.*

***Owen:*** *Well what are we waiting for? Badrick to bust down the door?*

***Rebecca:*** *Moving the wounded will prove to be a challenge.*

***Angela:*** *Many of my group are missing… I don’t think I can relax without finding them. I know you told Ed where to go. But I need to go out there and get him myself.*

***Jon:*** *I’m with you. I’ll come - you shouldn’t go alone. The others can head to the school.*

She nods. MARCUS DOWNES steps out of the room with FRASER STILLER and ZAC BARNES very slowly following behind him.

***Layton:*** *The last they said - it was simply a hunting trip. They could be anywhere. What if the government's UFO's detected them… What if… What if there’s a border around this town-- And if we step out, we’re stepping out of a SIMULATION. I don’t trust it one bit. But, uh-- Yeah, good luck finding them. I miss my buddies.*

***Angela:*** *I’d invite you to come but you’d probably make me want to turn and head in the opposite direction, so go to the school with everyone else and -- stop with the crazy theories.*

***Layton:*** *I can follow most of those instructions.*

***Rebecca:*** *So that’s the plan? We’re heading to the school? No more splitting up.*

***Kate:*** *Yeah, that’s the plan* ***(She kneels down to pet Apollo)***.

***Aldus:*** *Alright.*

Marcus looks at Fraser and Zac.

***Marcus:*** *How are you guys for mobility?*

***Zac:*** *Great.*

***Fraser:*** *Absolutely terrible.*

***Marcus:*** *I feel like one of you is exaggerating…* ***(He looks at Fraser)*** *And the other is lying…* ***(He turns to Zac)***. *We’re just gonna have to escort you guys - keep you in the middle. Owen can help you settle in and get tended to at the school, there’ll be a proper infirmary there.*

RANDALL FORSTER glances over towards Jon and Angela.

***Randall:*** *You know… I think I’ll tag along with you.*

***Angela:*** *Why?*

***Randall:*** *I kinda feel bad. Ed’s a nice guy - I feel like a bit of a prick just heading to the school and only telling him we may or may not leave for there.*

AUSTIN KINGSTON grunts loudly from the corner, awakening from his sleep. He looks over at everyone, seeing them standing, putting on coats and preparing to leave.

***Austin:*** *What’s the plan, my guys?*

***Kate:*** *Someone can update you on the way. Let’s all get moving.*

***Layton:*** *I’m going to miss this place. Truly…*

***Rebecca:*** *While it’s still light - let’s get to the school.*

JON MATTHEWS prepares to depart with ANGELA JAEGAR and Randall, but stops by DA’JONTE WOODARD.

***Jon:*** *Da’Jonte. Head with the group to the school - I won’t be far behind.*

***Da’Jonte:*** *Yessir.*

***Jon:*** *Don’t be afraid to mingle and make some friends* ***(He grins)***.

***Da’Jonte:*** *Mhm… gotcha.*

Marcus starts helping Fraser forward.

***Marcus:*** *Easy…*

***Fraser:*** *Yeah - not as easy as it looks. Ow-- Ow.*

***Layton:*** *This is amazing… if the drones in the sky could see us now - they’d know not to mess with our mobile army. We could take on the world like this. We even have a fierce little attack dog.*

LAYTON ZIMMERS pets APOLLO, ruffling the dog’s hair. Apollo growls, snapping his jaw at him. Layton yelps, shuffling back.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

JACOB FELDMAN’s disfigured corpse rests inside of a casket, covered with a blanket, and placed in the middle of the cafeteria. All of the survivors at the school are present. LLOYD WALLER sits by himself, frowning, a look of guilt on his face. BRUCE BOSEMAN and MARTYN FORD are sitting beside each other across the cafeteria. BERNIE ORTAN, TONY MARSTON and KYLE DOUGLASS are all sitting beside each other, the latter of whom is focused on DEAN HOWARDS, who’s sitting shakily on a chair far from the others, disheveled and dirty.

WILLIAM REYNES steps into the cafeteria, a piece of paper in hand. He walks across the cafeteria, looking upset and miserable, before arriving at a stage. He steps up, looking at everyone quietly. He glances down at his paper.

***William:*** *Y’know what - fuck this.* ***(He rips the paper, throwing it aside)*** *I’m going to speak from my heart. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. He got himself killed. What he did was stupid and selfish. And it pains me to say that* ***(He frowns)''***. Jacob - has always been a friend of mine. Hell, he was my best friend. He’s been through thick and thin with me -- he was one of the good ones. Genuinely. He went through hell… That man was put through losing his fucking family, just as things were starting to look up. He was full of anger, misery and vengeance. Do I blame him? No. Jacob had said to me-- all he cares about is this group… this family of ours. He cared about keeping it safe, making sure we never died or got hurt. But look what rash decisions and impulsive actions got him. Dumb moves like that - that’s what killed my best friend. So I hope that this will be a stepping stone for all of you. Don’t be a dumbass. People care about you… don’t get yourself killed. Yeah - okay. That’s all.

William steps off the stage, leaving the crowd speechless. Lloyd stands up, approaching the casket in the middle. He lifts the blanket, looking inside. He then frowns, shaking his head, and walking out of the room.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

TONY MARSTON lowers his notepad, looking over at LLOYD WALLER, who’s sitting silently at a bench.

***Tony:*** *Feeling down, huh?*

Lloyd goes to speak, but chokes on his words.

***Lloyd:*** ***(Quietly)*** *Yeah. Yeah, I-- I just wanted to help.*

***Tony:*** *Hey, hey. Not your fault, got it?*

***Lloyd:*** *He told me to run away… If I’d stayed and helped him -- maybe it would’ve turned out differently.*

***Tony:*** *If you stayed and helped him, you’d be dead too, kid. Don’t beat yourself up over it. It was gonna happen anyway.*

***Lloyd:*** *I shouldn’t have taken that stupid grenade.*

***Tony:*** *And let the Rastas get the kill on him? Or have them torture the poor bastard? You did what you could.*

Lloyd weakly nods, looking down. Tony reaches into his pocket, taking out a piece of gum, which he offers to Lloyd.

***Tony:*** *Chew it away.*

Lloyd takes it.

***Lloyd:*** *Thanks…* ***(He sighs)*** *I… I just - underestimated what it’s like out there. I was so focused on trying to prove myself -- that I kind of missed how serious it was.*

***Tony:*** *Then now you know. It’s a learning experience, like Reynes said.*

***Lloyd:*** *I, uh… I’m gonna go find him. Mr. Reynes. I need to, uh…* ***(He nods)***

***Tony:*** *Take care, kid.*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah - yeah, I’ll try. You too.*

Lloyd walks back into the cafeteria.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

When LLOYD WALLER enters the cafeteria, he finds that it’s empty, aside from WILLIAM REYNES, who Lloyd finds sitting by JACOB FELDMAN’s casket.

***Lloyd:*** *Mr. Reynes… Do you - have a moment?*

***William:*** *Yeah… Yeah, I’m free.*

***Lloyd:*** *I-- I came to say sorry.*

***William:*** *You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.*

***Lloyd:*** *No-- I do. I was stupid.*

William glances at him, curious.

***Lloyd:*** *He was fighting that guy and I-- I came over… tossed him the grenade below deck. And-- I had a gun in my pocket. Why didn’t I use it? I-- I don’t know how… I didn’t even think. I just… he was insistent that I had to go, I--*

***William:*** *Hey - listen. You tried to help. You did what you thought was right. You were brave. Without you, he’d have died worse than he already did. He’d be in pain. I’m glad you didn’t use your gun… I don’t want to lose two brave champions, now do I? You showed courage… and that’s what counts.*

***Lloyd: (He nods slowly)*** *I don’t feel like a champion. I was meant to prove myself out there -- prove to be like you guys.*

***William:*** *You’re not like us. You did better than us* ***(He smiles)***. *Badrick could be dead… all ‘cause of your bravery.*

***Lloyd:*** *I hope so.*

***William:*** *We ran like chickens - and you? You tried.* ***(He pauses, looking at the casket)*** *He liked you - he really did.*

***Lloyd:*** *That’s why I wish I could’ve done more.*

***William:*** *There was nothing more you could do.*

***Lloyd:*** *You’re-- really accepting all of this… understanding all of it - and I mean of-- the whole way you’ve dealt with the loss.*

***William:*** *Sometimes you got to put on a happy face. Because the sad one is too ugly.*

***Lloyd:*** *Maybe he’s up there now with his wife and kid* ***(He shrugs)***.

***William:*** *I like to think so.*

William and Lloyd look up, as they see BRUCE BOSEMAN walking through.

***Bruce:*** *Will - your friends are here.*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

WILLIAM REYNES glances from the casket, and up to the rest of the group, who’ve just arrived inside. KATE BLOODSTONE wipes her eyes, looking over at William.

***Kate:*** *I am -- so sorry. And… I hate to be the one to make things worse -- but we have a lot of catching up to do.*

***William:*** *We do* ***(He nods)''***. If he was here right now - he’d be the one to pull us all together.
***Marcus:*** *The Rastas attacked us at the hardware store - the group was split. So far… we know that Teddy and Curtis are dead. Jim is missing…*

***William:*** *Teddy, Curtis… no* ***(He shakes his head)''***.
***Kate:*** *We’d been tracking Dean for a while - Badrick had him as a hostage.*

***William:*** *What about Randall? He’s still alive, right?*

***Marcus:*** *Randall’s alive and well - he’s with some new friends we met and Jon. They’re out on yet another search party. Zac and Fraser are here - but they are wounded in the infirmary. Owen is watching over them.*

***William:*** *Alright… we need to get everyone together ASAP.*

***Kate:*** *Can you point me in the direction of Dean? I need to have a word with him.*

***William:*** *Oh yeah, sure* ***(He points towards the foyer)''***. He’s - not taking this too well… Kidnapped by the Rastas - amidst all this…
***Marcus:*** *We found Austin, by the way. Albert, too. It’s, uh… not all gloom, I guess.*

***William:*** *The more the merrier. What’s our first priority? Do we take time to recuperate from this?*

***Kate:*** *I’m used to having someone call the shots…* ***(She frowns)*** *Let’s just - get everyone settled in here.*

Kate heads out of the room. After she does, REBECCA DAWSON approaches JACOB FELDMAN’s casket, her arms crossed.

***Rebecca:*** *He was a good man. Brought me into the group. I don’t regret joining you.*

***William: (He half-smiles)*** *Surprising, considering how we are right now. Shows good character. He made the right choice.*

Rebecca nods, turning to leave.

***Aldus:*** *He was a good person who cared for his family and his people. I’ll meet him again one day.*

***William:*** *Keep optimism - it’s good to have that.*

***Aldus: (He nods)*** *Will do.*

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - ROOF - LATE AFTERNOON**

After not finding Dean anywhere inside the school, KATE BLOODSTONE climbs up onto the roof, where she is relieved to see him sitting along the edge of the roof, looking down.

***Kate:*** *Dean…*

DEAN HOWARDS remains silent, looking down. Kate approaches.

***Kate: (Slightly louder)*** *Dean…*

The man turns his head back, seeing her.

***Kate:*** *I’m sorry for all that’s happened to you--*

***Dean:*** *Don’t.*

***Kate:*** *Myself, Marcus and Aldus followed the truck that took you guys--*

***Dean:*** *DON’T.*

He stands up, facing her.

***Dean:*** *Don’t… Don’t. Don’t…*

***Kate:*** *You need to listen to me for a moment.*

***Dean:*** *Get - away. Leave. Go.*

Dean goes back to his spot, angered.

***Kate:*** *We’d been following you - we saw you were Badrick’s hostage… I can’t imagine what it was like but-- is there* ***anything*** *you know about what they were doing? Are any of them left?*

***Dean: (He growls, shaking his head)*** *They’re all dead. Jim, Ted, Jacob. They’re dead.*

***Kate:*** *We don’t know that Jim is dead.*

***Dean:*** *He is. Now leave me be. Unless you got beer, I’m not gonna talk.*

Dean huffs, staring downwards again.

***Kate:*** *I thought it’d be important to tell you something-- and I’m sorry to make things worse for you but it’s better you find out sooner rather than later. I’d have told you with the others in the cafeteria but you didn’t show. Curtis… didn’t make it either.*

***Dean:*** *I was there. I was a fucking mess. Still am too.*

She kneels beside him.

***Kate:*** *You need to take it easy.*

***Dean: (He laughs)*** *Right. Right, ‘cause all the sudden everything is easy.*

***Kate:*** *No, listen to me. These past few days I’ve had a mind for vengeance - I’ve been angry. I wanted to kill Badrick at every mention of his name. Seeing what happened to Jacob - show me that vengeance doesn’t get us anywhere. It’s over now.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t HAVE vengeance.*

Dean turns, his face filled with anger.

***Dean:*** *I just want it all to fucking end.*

He spits off the roof, watching it fall to the ground two stories below.

***Kate:*** *He’s gone. Badrick is gone.*

***Dean:*** *Mm. Wouldn’t have mattered anyway. He’s already killed all of us.*

Accepting that Dean wasn’t in the mood to talk, Kate stands up, beginning to walk back towards the stairs to climb down. Dean continues looking down.

***Kate:*** *Come down when you’re ready.*

She heads down, leaving him.

***Dean:*** *I… I’m sorry, alright?* ***(He looks over his shoulder)*** *Wait--*

He sees her walking down the stairs and out of sight. Sighing, Dean looks down off the roof.

***Dean:*** *Fucking Dean Howards.*

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE DOCKS - LATE AFTERNOON**

JIM BUTTERMAN arrives near the docks, but doesn’t go any closer upon seeing an overwhelming amount of zombies having swarmed up in the area. Suddenly, Jim hears a gunshot come from the woods behind him. Hoping that it’d be his friends, he hurries off towards the sound.

**Scene #11**

**FOREST - WOODS - LATE AFTERNOON**

***Randall:*** *I’m just sayin’, your friends could be anywhere.*

***Angela:*** *You said you wanted to come with us. Yet all you’ve done is bicker and complain the entire time we’ve been out here.*

***Randall:*** *I’ll be honest, I didn’t think it’d be this much of a task to find them all.*

***Jon:*** *How far out had your group gone from the coffee shop to this point?*

***Angela:*** *Not that far, which is what worries me. But I can’t just give up the search - in the same way you wouldn’t be able to for some of your missing friends.*

***Jon:*** *Yeah, I get it.*

Ahead, the three of them see JIM BUTTERMAN stepping through a few trees, looking on at them.

***Jim:*** *Guys?*

***Randall:*** *JIM! JIM FUCKING BUTTERMAN!*

He runs at Jim, hugging him tightly.

***Jim:*** *Gh-- Yes, good to see you too.*

***Randall:*** *I am - so sorry about Teddy. We all heard - but man, I KNEW you weren’t dead! You’re a soldier!*

Jim nods slowly, but frowns when he thinks of Teddy.

***Randall:*** ***(To Jon and Angela)*** *Look - I think we really should just head to the school now. We’ve found Jim-- staying out here isn’t gonna do us any good.*

***Angela:*** *I can’t just--*

***Randall:*** *If they are out there somewhere - they will find their way back to you. Ed knows the way, if he’s found them or not. But our group has been fractured out here long enough. It’s about time we all come together.*

***Jon:*** *Y’know what. I agree.*

ANGELA JAEGAR looks down at the ground.

***Angela:*** *I’ve been with them since the start. I hope to god that they are okay out there.*

***Jim:*** *Everyone else is okay-- do you know this? Dean? I was with Dean, too--*

***Randall:*** *Unsure about Dean, mate. We can hope he made his way to the school but…*

***Jim:*** *No he-- He didn’t escape.*

***Angela:*** *It’s going to be dark soon. If we’re going back we’ll need to start moving now.*

***Jon:*** *Then let’s pick up the pace.*

The group start walking through the woods for a little while until Angela suddenly signals for them all to get down. Angela peers out from behind a boulder, seeing a large group of zombies headed their way.

***Angela:*** *I knew firing was going to have some consequences back there. I just didn’t think the hordes would close in this early.*

***Jim:*** *Can’t we get around them?*

***Angela:*** *Not while we’re stuck among the trees like this. We have to try and get them to pass.*

***Randall:*** *Are you shitting me? Fuck that, let’s just run in the other direction.*

***Angela:*** *We can get around them - we can evade them if we move slowly. We stick together - all it takes is one of them to pop out from a tree and we’re in broken formation.*

***Jon:*** *Lead the way, boss lady.*

Angela, crouching down, begins leading the three of them around the trees, getting out of the hordes' way. As they go, RANDALL FORSTER spots a zombie coming their way.

***Randall: (Whispering)*** *Don’t worry - keep going.*

As the zombie lunges at him, Randall stabs it, letting it fall into the snow.

***Jon:*** *Keep up.*

***Randall:*** *Jim - go ahead. I’ll cover you.*

Jim starts moving ahead, when suddenly one zombie charges out from behind a bush, tackling him to the ground. Randall rushes over, giving away their position. He whacks it across the head, killing it.

***Randall:*** *Get up!*

He grabs Jim’s arm, helping the old man up. However, the horde begins to quickly cave in on them, surrounding them.

***Jon:*** *Run -- just run!*

JON MATTHEWS and Angela run forward, while Randall is stuck with Jim, trying to guide him along.

***Randall:*** *Ah fuck - Jim, come on!*

As they’re trying to catch Jon and Angela, one zombie latches onto Randall, pushing him into a tree.

***Randall:*** *Jim just go!*

***Jim:*** *No.*

Jim stops, stabbing the zombie in the head. Though right as he does, another zombie lunges out at him.

***Randall:*** *Jim!*

He runs over, but he himself is then grabbed by a zombie, which pushes him to the ground. Jim struggles to keep the zombie off of him--until suddenly it gets sniped in the head, a loud gunshot being heard. The walker on top of Randall is shot and killed as well. As Randall and Jim get back to their feet, they watch as more zombies around them are sniped, being picked off one by one. Eventually, Randall sees an opening, and rushes through with Jim.

On the other side of the woods, Jon is crouched down behind a rock with Angela.

***Jon:*** *You think they ran back?*

***Angela:*** *Let’s circle back and check - we can’t go back without them.*

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**Scene #12**

**FOREST - WOODS - LATE AFTERNOON**

After minutes of running from the horde, RANDALL FORSTER has to stop and catch his breath. He breathes heavily, leaning against a tree.

***Randall:*** *Let’s--* ***(He pauses, breathing loudly)*** *I’m not fit.*

He sits down onto a rock.

***Randall:*** *Few… I-- Ouch…*

JIM BUTTERMAN looks over at him.

***Randall:*** *Whoever the hell that was - I thank them.*

***Jim:*** *I think I know who it was…*

Randall hears a shrub making noises nearby. He looks over, seeing MICHAEL HALL stepping out. He carries his sniper rifle in hand, looking on at them.

***Michael:*** *You’re welcome.*

Randall stares at him, and it doesn’t take him more than a couple of seconds to recognize the man.

***Randall:*** *Clayton…*

He leaps up, clobbering Michael in the face. He slams him into a tree, causing him to drop his gun. Randall wraps his hands around Michael’s neck, beginning to choke him.

***Michael:*** ***(Barely audible)*** *GH-- I’m not-- your enemy-- Anymore…*

***Randall:*** ***(Gritting his teeth)*** *You’re about to be dead for what you did… I have dreamt about this moment you creepy looking bastard.*

***Jim:*** *Wait - Randall. Let him go. Whatever he did before-- I need to hear something from him… Please.*

Randall glances at Jim while still choking Michael. He sighs, letting Michael go, who struggles to get his breath man.

***Jim: (To Michael)*** *You followed me?*

***Michael:*** *You were right. I’d been tracking you since you left the slaughterhouse. I want to help. You spoke about redemption and I--*

***Randall:*** *You can’t be redeemed. You’re far beyond that.*

***Michael:*** *I can still help you. So let me.*

***Jim:*** *If it weren’t for him - I’d have already died, Randall. And we’d both have died back there.*

***Randall:*** *He killed Clayton. He works for them.*

***Michael:*** *No… I don't. I hate Damerae Badrick and his gang just as much as you do.*

***Randall:*** *I doubt that very much. Prick.*

***Jim:*** *Alright - come on, lets-- He saved us. We have to give him a chance to prove himself. Randall, please.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah… fine. Fine… The others will be searching for us - we gotta get to the school. When they don’t find us, they’ll head there.*

Michael bends down to pick up his gun. Randall quickly draws his own gun, aiming it at him.

***Michael:*** *Easy, friend… I’m just picking up what’s fine.*

***Randall:*** *Last time I saw you use it, it killed my best friend. And I ain’t your friend either.*

***Michael:*** *Last time you saw me use it, I saved your life. What happened before was nothing personal, we were on two opposing sides.*

***Randall:*** *Don’t really care, to be honest. Doesn’t really change anything in my eyes.*

***Jim:*** *Enough with the arguing… We’ve had enough stress as of late. We can’t stay out here any longer - so let’s get back and find the others.*

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**Scene #13**

**FOREST - WOODS - EVENING**

ANGELA JAEGAR and JON MATTHEWS trudge through the snow, still on the search. Night is upon them, and it’s getting colder by the minute. The wind begins picking up, and snowflakes slowly start falling.

***Angela:*** *It’s getting dark, Jon.*

***Jon:*** *They might think we left them-- we can’t turn up to the school without them now. We finally find Jim and then we lose him again? That’s a kick in the balls.*

***Angela:*** *You all just convinced me to call off a search back there. If anything, Randall’s first idea would be to get to the school as well. And I trust that Randall and Jim made it out of there.*

***Jon:*** *I do, too-- but I still hate the idea of leaving without them.*

***Angela:*** *We’ve looked long enough - they aren’t here. And they aren’t corpses either.*

***Jon: (He sighs, looking up)*** *It’s dark. You sure you wanna journey to the school, we could always wait until morning.*

***Angela:*** *We can make it, are you suddenly afraid of the dark?*

***Jon:*** *Not at all, ma’am. I’m just looking out for the lady.*

***Angela:*** *We’ll make it, I think we’ve proven to be a pretty good team.*

***Jon:*** *Oho-- you think so? I saw our chemistry right away - I’m good at reading the room.*

***Angela:*** *Never said anything about chemistry.*

***Jon:*** *Well - I think chemistry is part of what makes a good team.*

***Angela:*** *Maybe it’s part of it.*

As they continue walking, Jon reaches his hand out, grabbing Angela’s hand. She thinks about it for a moment, but decides to keep holding his hand, walking forward towards the school.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE BREWERY**

CLYDE ROLLINS pours a shot into his own glass, and then EDWARD REMAR’s.

***Clyde:*** *Here. Let’s not stop now -- we’re going to drink until we’re happy again! Pick it up - let’s clink.*

Edward sighs, and grabs his glass, clinking it with Clyde’s. He takes a swig from it.

***Clyde:*** *You know… I think we all earned this. I think we all earned this drink. These -- drinks… These many drinks. Many, many drinks…*

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

BENJAMIN TAYLOR stands behind the counter, looking out one of the windows, frowning angrily. Outside, ROBIN CLARKE is seen sitting aboard the bus, cleaning his guns.

***Benjamin:*** *That fool out there is going to get us all killed.*

***Edward:*** *Don’t remind me.*

***Clyde:*** *As I famously continue to ask… What’s--*

***Edward:*** *What’s the plan? Drink. That’s the plan.*

***Clyde:*** *Right - but in all seriousness. Where do we actually start looking for Badrick?*

***Benjamin:*** *Anywhere… it’s not as if we’ve explored much of the town. Don’t you have an entire group of missing friends who are likely still going about?*

***Edward:*** *Probably…* ***(He takes a chug from his glass)***

***Clyde:*** *I know we’re all a little down about what happened at the house…*

***Edward:*** *More-so angry, Clyde.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes but-- a close call, undoubtedly. I thought I was going to be that terrifying man’s lunch… I still remember that one biter - clawing at me. He had a nice pair of glasses on actually… I’d wonder how they hadn’t slipped off. Like a really nice pair of glasses. Not shades or anything. Just… neat. The point is - we were leaving anyway. We weren’t planning on starting a life there.*

***Edward:*** *I don’t know what any of us are planning, most people here can hardly tolerate each other.*

Robin comes swaggering into the brewery, twirling his pistols around.

***Robin:*** *Good as new.*

Edward glances at him, frowning.

***Edward:*** *I liked it better when you were out on the bus.*

***Robin:*** *Oh, sorry - were you enjoying the view?*

***Edward:*** *More-so I was enjoying missing out on the view.*

***Robin:*** *That’s cute.*

Robin pulls out a stool, sitting beside him.

***Robin:*** *How’re you feeling, Clyde? Excitingly close call earlier, huh?*

***Clyde:*** *I… Exciting is one word… I suppose.*

***Robin:*** *Absolutely-- Lucky I saved it in the end.*

Edward stares at him, a huge smile dawning across his face.

***Robin:*** *My company making you that happy?*

***Edward:*** *You are… so delusional. You know - I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone who’s MORE delusional than Badrick is. But I think you’re the one. I don’t even think Badrick would’ve opened that door earlier. I think he at least has SOME kind of brain rattling around in there. But you… I don’t think there’s anything rolling around in that empty skull of yours.*

***Robin:*** *Good shooting skills, can’t deny that, but I appreciate your words all the same, Edward.*

***Edward:*** *I truly, truly hate you and would like if you just - disappeared and snapped out of existence one day.*

***Robin:*** *That is thoughtful of you. But I don’t think you hate me that much.*

***Edward:*** *Oh, I do. On top of that arrogance, you almost got my best friend killed today--*

***Clyde:*** *Best friend… BEST FRIEND!*

***Edward:*** *I said ‘friend’.*

***Robin:*** *You said ‘best’.*

***Edward:*** *I SAID FRIEND - I MEANT FRIEND.*

Edward glares around at everyone.

***Edward:*** *I need to rest. Good night. I’m going to see where Mike and Jared have settled.*

Edward hobbles out of the room.

***Clyde:*** *He said best…*

Clyde grins, going back to his drink. Benjamin stares at him, before he goes to pour himself another shot.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - EVENING**

KATE BLOODSTONE steps out into the darkness of the courtyard, not another person in sight. She sighs, digging through her pockets to take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She lights it, taking a puff from the cigarette. After a while, Kate hears snow crunching nearby, and she turns to see a man walking up to her, a bottle in hand. AUSTIN KINGSTON takes a swig from the bottle.

***Kate:*** *I… Back to drinking? I mean--* ***(She looks at her cigarette)*** *I’d stopped this - when the outbreak started. I just-- needed to relieve some stress. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone. I kind of need to - look strong.*

Austin nods slowly, somewhat drunk.

***Austin:*** *I won’t. This whole-- whole situation is stressful.*

***Kate:*** *It’s the worst it’s ever been for us. I miss the mall. The comfort. The laughs. It was the end of the world and yet we were all still - living in there. Sometimes I even felt I was living more than I did before. Before all of this - life was a rush. I didn’t put time into my family… I just-- focused on my job completely. I wanted to be successful and it’s not that it’s a bad thing… I just cast everything else I loved aside.*

***Austin:*** *I can see what you’re getting at-- I was a terrible father. Family was at the bottom of my list.*

Austin takes another chug from his beer bottle, as Kate looks at him, surprised.

***Kate:*** *You were a father?*

***Austin: (He nods)*** *Well - I was.*

***Kate:*** *What happened to… To them? Was it - this?*

***Austin:*** *Yeah. I was trying to leave town - my wife… she didn’t wanna leave. So she stayed with my son. Came back a couple days later - found their corpses.*

He takes another long swig of his drink.

***Kate:*** *I’m sorry. It’s too routine to say that to people now but-- I am.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah… thanks.*

MARCUS DOWNES emerges from the school out into the courtyard, seeing Kate.

***Marcus:*** *Thought I’d find you out here.* ***(He notices the cigarette)*** *Everything okay?*

***Kate:*** *You know it isn’t.*

She drops it in the snow, stepping on it.

***Kate:*** *You must think I’m a wreck.*

***Marcus:*** *For having a light? Hell no - I used to smoke occasionally myself. Don’t worry about it. Smoking is the last thing people are going to judge you on in this. I don’t think any of it matters anymore. Did it ever? Other than personal health?*

***Kate:*** *I never had anyone to really give their opinion or question me in life so… I guess not.*

***Marcus (He glances at Austin)*** *Everything okay, Austin?*

***Austin:*** *I’m-- just fine.*

***Marcus:*** *Come inside with us - we’re about to play a few games of card, try to brighten the mood. Fraser and Zac are up for it.*

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

Austin turns, stomping off through the snow towards the door.

***Marcus: (To Kate)*** *You coming?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah - yeah.*

Kate looks over Marcus’ shoulder, seeing DEAN HOWARDS stumbling outside, over to them.

***Dean:*** *Wait I-- I knew you were leaving, but I just gotta--*

***Kate:*** *I’ll be in in just a second, Marcus.*

***Marcus:*** *Alright.*

Marcus turns, heading inside, as Dean makes his way towards Kate.

***Dean:*** *Look - I’m… I’m sorry, alright? I was an ass up there, I know… I just-- They’re dead, yeah? Badrick’s gang. As far as I seen. I was knocked out, I don’t--*

***Kate:*** *You don’t need to be sorry, Dean. You’ve probably been through hell. I can’t begin to imagine… I know this hasn’t been a very good week for us.*

***Dean:*** *Not at all. I didn’t wanna come here. I wanted to stay back at the cabin. I knew it was safe, I fucking knew it.* ***(He shakes his head)*** *Now we’ve lost Jim, Teddy… I know it isn’t their fault but…*

***Kate:*** *We don’t know about Jim… I’m holding out hope. Things fell all over the place when Badrick was still around. Now that it’s settled we can finally focus on surviving. Moving past all we’ve lost. I’m gonna head inside, come in when you can - we’re gonna play some cards.*

She begins to walk off until Dean stops her.

***Dean:*** *I can’t move past what happened. I can’t. I need to tell you something - a secret. I just-- I… I told them… that you guys were hiding at the mall. To - stall them, you know?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah… I picked up on that, we tracked the truck.*

***Dean:*** *I knew I was gonna die, but I knew they’d take me out and just keep searching so-- I thought it was best.*

***Kate:*** *It was smart.*

***Dean:*** *No, no, no-- they…*

***Kate:*** *What happened there was not your fault. I know… I know what happened.*

***Dean:*** *They killed Curtis. Fucking shot him, I don’t understand--* ***(He shakes his head)*** *I didn’t even know they’d… I don’t understand. I did that. I did that, I did. It was my fault.*

***Kate:*** *Dean, it wasn’t your fault. You can’t put that weight on your shoulders.*

***Dean:*** *No, no, no, it’s different. He was the one who brought me here in the first place.*

Kate notices a pair of zombies stumbling up to the fence, starting to bang on it. She points them out to Dean.

***Kate:*** *Are they managing?*

***Dean:*** *They’re -- dead?*

***Kate:*** *You’re dwelling on something that isn’t your fault.* ***(She points at the school)*** *We have this place… this community we can live in for a while. Focus on--dwelling on this while it’s still around. Take this time to actually take a breather. Stop yourself for a second - and just breathe. You’ll find it’s helpful.*

Dean nods slowly, looking down.

***Dean: (He chuckles quietly)*** *Yeah, I haven’t breathed in a while.*

***Kate:*** *Can you get them?* ***(She points at the zombies)***

***Dean:*** *Oh. uh-- yeah, yeah. Again, I just-- I’m sorry.*

***Kate:*** *You don’t need to be.*

Kate turns, heading inside, leaving Dean to deal with the zombies. Dean steps up to them, bending down to pick up a rock, which he throws over the fence to try and get them to wander away. One of the two zombies hears the sound, turning and wandering off into the woods. When the second one refuses to leave, he picks up a second rock, launching it off into the woods. This time, the second zombie turns around as well, stumbling away, disappearing into the trees

Dean doesn’t hear a sound, but suddenly he falls to the ground, something having hit him hard in the back of the head. He lays face first in the snow, grabbing the back of the head, confused and dizzy. He slowly turns over, looking up, where he sees somebody standing in the darkness above him, half of his face burnt off, being loosely held together with bandages.

***Badrick:*** *Hello, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *W-W-- NO- WHAT?! I--*

Dean tries getting up, but DAMERAE BADRICK smacks him in the head with a shovel, knocking him out. Badrick bends down, grabbing Dean and hoisting him up over the shoulder. He carries Dean out through the gate, disappearing into the pitch black woods.