Broadcast

Season 1, Episode 1

## Cast Guide

Starring
Chyler Leigh as Gwen Mayfield
Finn Wittrock as Oliver Mayfield
Jerrika Hinton as Leah Durham
Noah Centineo as David Durham
Brett Dalton as Kaidan Tucker\*
Nick Zano as Tyson Snider\*
Peter Krause as Douglas Mayfield

Also Starring
Sydelle Noel as Samanda Nacon
Skylar Astin as Wilson Bennett
Angelina Keeley as Emily Howard
Karla Souza as Wendy Banks
Gavin MacIntosh as Martin
Dermot Mulroney as Hank Brummet
Lisa Bonet as Sheila Lourde
Becca Tobin as Jamie McKinley
Alanna Ubach as Talia McCreary
Robert Fairchild as Tanner Montague
Sean Penn as Leland Hargrove
\* - Does not appear

**Broadcast** is the first episode of the first season of *Coalition*. It is the first episode of the series overall. It was released on December 15th, 2022.

## Plot

Gwen Mayfield, an attorney from rural Georgia, cares for her dying father and attempts to make contact with her estranged brother. Leah, a CSI, investigates a mysterious attack.

## Synopsis

*The fog waned over the cracked pavement aside the once bustling, now deserted, streets of Marietta, Georgia. A man slowly creeps down the roadway, stumbling in his steps. Clad in a dirty black tuxedo, the man’s torn top hat hangs loosely, bumping up against his chest with every step. A woman views the scene outside of the window of an old restaurant, taking note of the man’s appearance. Relatively normal, despite prevalent paleness, as well as a gash on the man’s neck. The most notable feature of this man takes a moment for her to register…the top hat hanging by a loose string, wrapped around an eye. The man’s eye, hanging from its socket.*

*“Fuck…” The woman mumbles to herself, before tightly securing a gas mask around her own face. Arming herself with a pistol, the woman exits the restaurant, turning her attention to the man. The man responds similarly, swinging slowly to her direction, as the top hat falls to the muddied pavement beneath him, followed closely by the eyeball now turning an olive coloration, torn from the socket by the man's sudden movement.*

*The woman readies her firearm, pointing to the man’s head. She fires.*

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“Dad, we’ve gotta go, now!” a woman announces, abruptly entering her home wearing a women’s suit and jacket holding a laptop in one hand and frantically jiggling her keys in the other, “Dad!”

“One second, Gwen…” her father enters, rubbing his eyes, clearly awakening from a midday nap, “I thought with cancer would come some quiet.”

“Well someone’s gotta get you to these appointments. You clearly aren’t capable of doing it yourself.”

“Ouch.” He chuckles, as Gwen’s assertive expression pierces daggers through her father, Douglas.

The two head toward Gwen’s dark blue Ford F150 resting sloppily in the driveway. Gwen hastily enters the driver’s side, tapping on the wheel as Douglas slowly enters.

“I’m gonna call Ollie,” Gwen declared, grabbing her phone as she pulls quickly out of the driveway, “Take your prescription.”

Douglas rolls his eyes, heeding his daughter’s advice and popping a couple of pills, “Bad enough I gotta deal with that psycho Hawthorne family on the news spewing shit about the end of times, now I gotta deal with nagging from my own daughter.”

Gwen chokes back a laugh, glancing quickly over at her father, “End of times?”

“Oh, yeah! Get this: the richest woman in northern Georgia feeding into propaganda so hopefully we’ll forget to look for her missing husband.”

“I’m still betting she killed him. Divorce papers are public record, y’know…he filed for them a few days before he went missing.”

“Oh, you’ve told me, miss lawyer.” He laughs, as Gwen continues dialing on her phone and focusing on the road. It has been a while since Gwen spoke to her brother, Oliver, forgetting his phone number. Gwen’s been meaning to add his new number to her contacts, but with work and taking care of their dad, without Ollie’s help, she just hasn’t gotten around to it.

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Leah Durham readies her case of supplies - a fingerprint duster, specifically - and enters the ever glorious Horvath Memorial Hospital. These days, however, its reputation has gone slightly down. Shifting politics and lowering budgets have sunk the formerly renowned hospital into the slums. Which made it no surprise to Leah when her boss informed her there’d been a shooting in the ER. Leah, being a crime scene investigator, would be one of the first people on scene casing the joint.

As Leah entered the ER, she took note of the sobbing nurse to her left, and the coroner’s assistant attempting to comfort her.

“It was awful….oh my God…” the nurse mumbled between sobs, as Leah gently offered a look of sympathy to the nurse.

“Durham.” Leah’s boss, Detective Hank Brummet, announced, as he squeezed quickly through a group of citizens blocking the entry into the crime scene.
“Hey, Hank. What’s the situation?” Leah meekly queried, as Hank frankly sips on a cup of coffee from the hospital brewery.

“Bath salts, probably. Guy was rushed in here on a 10-13 on the table when he jumped up and took a chunk out of one of the doctors’ shoulder. Doctor should be fine, they’re treating him upstairs, but the on site security guard had to put the guy down. Took about four hits to take him out.”

Leah scanned the area, taking note of the bloodstains against the ER bed as her and Hank entered deeper into the ER. The two reach the corpse of the patient lying underneath a white sheet, blood staining said sheet from the body’s head. Leah slowly uncovers the body, wincing from the sight. Three shots to the chest, one through the eye.

“Jesus…” Leah mumbles, looking over at Hank, who shrugs.

“Never seen anything like it. Took the headshot to kill him.” Hank sighs, as Leah gets to work.

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Oliver awakes suddenly, covered only with his black boxer briefs. He quickly glances over at the blonde woman he met the prior night lying in bed next to him, Jamie.

“Morning…” Jamie announces, placing her hand on Oliver’s chest and kissing him.

“Good morning.” He smiles, getting up and putting pants on, as well as a button up shirt, not bothering to button it up at this time.

“While I’d love to stay and do that again, I’ve gotta get to work. I’ll see you tonight?” She tells him, pulling herself out of his bed.

Oliver grunts, grabbing his phone to see plenty of missed calls from his sister, Gwen.

“I’ll walk you out.” Oliver tells her, glaring out the window to see if his sister has come to pay him another visit.

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Speeding down the road, Gwen grunts, placing her phone under the radio. Call ignored.

“Dammit, Gwen, put that thing down while you’re driving.” Douglas bickered to Gwen, annoyed at her still attempting to call her brother while speeding down the highway.

“He needs to get his shit together. I work my ass off non-stop and he’s sleeping around with every girl that gets within 5 feet of him. I would appreciate some help every once in a while.” Gwen muttered, annoyed.

“I help.” Douglas rebukes, mockingly. Gwen glances over at him, rolling her eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

Douglas nodded his head, looking forward to the road ahead. Douglas takes note of the entrance of Oliver’s neighborhood in Villa Rica, only a few minutes away from the hospital. He glares over at Gwen as she begins turning into the neighborhood, bee lining it straight to Oliver’s house.

“Gwen…now is not the time.” Douglas mumbles, once more annoyed with Gwen’s vendetta against her brother.

“I’m just gonna pull up to the curb.” Gwen declares, parking at the curb straight across from Oliver’s small home. Gwen stares at the front door, noticing it open. A short blonde woman exits the home, and soon after, Oliver exits as well, his button up shirt wide open and pants unzipped and unbuckled.

“Jesus Christ…” Gwen scoffs, driving off before Oliver and his date notice in between making out at the front door.

“Satisfied?” Douglas asks.

“No.”

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The rustling of the recently trimmed bushes outside of the Durham home startled David, as he had been mindlessly watching the latest news broadcasts on his “day off” (which was every day, for now). David rolled his eyes to the reports of riots in Los Angeles. Probably another officer involved shooting, he told himself. As he suspected, the origins of this civil unrest was quickly displayed across the screen - blurred bodycam footage of an officer shooting a homeless man. Even more surprising, however, came the footage of a green haired girl being shot after simply walking down the sidewalk toward the crime scene as the noise from the crowd could only surpass a sold out stadium.

“What the fuck?” David muttered to himself, startled by the footage being displayed. David was now heavily invested in this ongoing story, enough so to ignore the brushes up against his front door. David considered calling his wife, Leah, and sharing the news with her. Since being laid off from his job, David has been more interested in his wife than she had thought he had been before, causing Leah to somewhat enjoy having David as a stay at home husband. David twiddled with the home screen of his phone, considering the idea of giving her a call. No, she’s too busy, he thought. She must be. Working in law enforcement on days like these MUST be busy.

Content with keeping this information to himself, David grabbed another Coors Light and checked the latest on Twitter. Sure enough, everyone was talking about the event. Even the newest Netflix show was toppled on the Trending list by countless phrases related to the OIS.

Despite his investment in the reports, David could not ignore the sudden single bang on the door. He jolted around in a shock, his head hanging off the side of the brown leather recliner. David turned his attention back to the phone, pulling up his Ring camera app. As the footage loaded, he was somewhat surprised to see nothing but his neighbor, Leland, walking the dog on the sidewalk on the other side of the road.

Deciding some things are better left unsaid, David returned his focus to the television.

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*Gwen tensely plants her feet on the ground, her pistol in hand, ensuring her gas mask is tightly secured around her blank face. She readies her weapon, preparing to fire at a figure in front of her. She creeps upon the kitchen of the abandoned restaurant, taking note of a meat cleaver piercing a wooden cutting board.*

*She wraps her fingers around the handle, gently pulling it from the board until it comes loose. The shifting of the board alerts the figure, who turns to face Gwen.*

*“Shit.” She mumbles to herself, finally pulling the cleaver out of its resting place. Hesitantly, Gwen readies the blade, frightened to either waste the ammo or alert more of the undead. She swings down on the figure’s neck, however, it refuses to go down. She struggles against it, the undead desperately attempting to bite at the side of her neck.*

*Gwen shifts the blade upward with enough force to knock the undead backwards, toppling over a shelf causing a loud bang as the metal shelf hits the floor. Gwen ensure her gas mask is once more secure and, giving up on this restaurant, flees out the back entrance as the undead from the dining area pour into the kitchen.*

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“Detective Brummet.” Leah calls out, approaching her superior at the exterior of the hospital emergency room, “I think I’ve got something.”

“Go ahead.” He responds, failing to shift his eyes away from his ear, Leah doubting he’d even shift his focus away from the cigarette he’s been puffing on, the menthol scent invading Leah’s nostrils.

“The body, it’s got some decay in it…” Leah tells him, fumbling on the sample she’d collected in a zip loc bag.

“Body’s been cold a couple hours now, what’s your point?”

“It doesn’t make sense. If he’s only been dead a couple of hours, I mean…this level of decay shouldn’t be present.”

Hank groans, putting out the cigarette on the brick wall to his left, ignoring the perfectly good build-in ashtray next to him, and putting his phone back in his pocket, “What are you trying to tell me?”

Leah takes a breath, “This level of decay would indicate he’s been dead a lot longer. A day, I’d estimate.”

Hank’s eyes squint, confused, but a curiosity enlighted inside of him, “Alright, let’s go.” He muttered, softly grabbing Leah’s shoulder and leading her to his car, “I’m gonna call my husband and then we need to have a talk.”

Leah nodded, as Hank once more grabbed his phone to make the call. Leah sighed, looking back into the zip loc bag at the sample, convincing herself she’d made…some sort of mistake, as she looked into the parking lot to the main entrance to see a familiar truck.

“Gwen!” she shouted out, placing the zip loc bag on the hood of Hank’s cruiser and approaching her friend.

“Leah, what the hell’s going on out here?” Gwen insisted, as Douglas offered a welcoming nod to Leah.

“Active investigation,” Leah declared, turning back over her shoulder to notice her boss on the phone, glaring at her, “Hank’ll have my head if I give you any more details.”

“I get it.” Gwen sighs, crossing her arms, “But should we be worried?”

A soft croak escaped Leah’s mouth, hesitating to give any information to her friend, rubbing the bridge of her nose, “Just…get what you need here and leave. I’ve got a weird feeling.”

Gwen nodded, then pulled Leah in gently for a hug, before entering the hospital. Leah placed her hands on her hips, allowing the air to escape her lungs as if she’d never taken a breath in her life.

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The small dog next door’s barking awoke David from a trance. This trance had been engaging him into the television for around two hours at this point, so the incessant barking must have loud enough to catch his attention.

“Jesus, Mr. Hargrove…” David commented, rising to his seat from the leather recliner and approaching the door. Just before he can position his eye in front of the peephole, a loud bang announced itself just before him, coming from the door.

“HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!” a man loudly shouted, desperately attempting to get David’s attention. David obliged, swinging the door open.

“What the fuck is going on?” David replied, frazzled by his other neighbor, Tanner’s, sudden appearance in front of him.

“Mr. Hargrove, I think he’s having a heart attack, call 911!” Tanner announced, before rushing back next door while frantically patting his pockets in search of his phone. David decided to obey, grabbing his phone from the recliner cupholder and dialing 911. He impatiently waited as the phone continued to ring. And ring. And ring. And ring.

“C’mon now…” David mumbled, stepping back outside of his home as the bright sun finally hit his skin after hours of isolation. He quickly glances over to Mr. Hargrove’s house, the front door wide open and the small chihuahua nowhere to be seen, presumably going back into the house. David puts the phone back to his ear, and…still ringing.

“Come on, stop fucking calling, people…” he grumbled, aggravated by the call volume he’s very accustomed to, just not from this end. David prepares to enter Mr. Hargrove’s home, just as a scream of pain emerges from inside the residence. David wishes he could be the person that runs head first into danger, but…he hesitantly turns and slowly jogs back to his house, poking his head out the front door to examine the house from a distance.

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“See, that wasn’t so bad, right Dad?” Gwen mused, gently assisting her father to the elevator of the hospital. He chuckles, despite the weakness condemning his nerves and dry cough trickling up his throat.

“If I could feel like this every day, oh what a joy!” He mockingly responds, accepting the assistance into the elevator.

As the duo exited the building, they turned their heads to a commotion breaking out at the emergency room they had spoken to Leah with just before the appointment. They take note of a possibly homeless man stumbling toward the doctor that had just administered Douglas’s chemotherapy treatment, who Gwen assumes is out on a smoke break, “Sir, you can’t come back here right now, but the triage center on the other side of the parking lot can treat you.”

Gwen mumbles something incoherent to herself as she spots a homeless woman and a homeless man exiting the treeline where the original man had just come from, “Sir, please!” The police nearby, including Leah, take note of the altercation occurring. Gwen locks eyes with Leah, who is exiting Hank’s vehicle, as a beat cop approaches the man. Dr. Howard takes a step back, dropping her cigarette on the ground, as the homeless woman comes at her side. The woman quickly bites into Dr. Howard’s upper arm, as she screams in agony.

“Oh, fuck.” Gwen announces, grabbing Douglas and assisting him into the truck. Screams emerge from the doctor and the staff and citizens as the officers desperately attempt to pull the attacker off the doctor. Despite their attempts, the two homeless men join in, overwhelming the officers and taking one down to the ground. Leah is grabbed by her forearm, however, Hank comes to her rescue, kicking the man to the ground.

“Go!” Hank shouts, shoving Leah toward the front parking lot where Gwen and Douglas are as more of the supposed bath salt users emerged from the woodline. Leah fumbles, attempting to reach her keys, realizing she left them in Hank’s car. She turns her head, unable to see anyone but the crazies.

“Leah, c’mon!” Gwen announces, refusing to leave her friend behind to the chaos. Leah listens, sprinting toward Gwen’s truck and hopping in the backseat.

“Please help me!” A man shouts out, running toward the truck just behind Leah, jumping in alongside her.

“What the fuck is going on?” Douglas shouts, welcoming both of them into the vehicle. The man introduces himself as Wilson, and his shaken demeanor lingered upon all of the inhabitants of the truck.

“Shit, you’re bleeding.” Gwen recants, taking note of the gushing blood escaping the man’s upper arm.

“One of those guys bit me, he fucking BIT me.” Wilson tells the trio, frantically attempting to keep pressure on the wound.

“Shit…the case we were investigating, it was a crazy guy who bit one of the doctors and got shot four times before he went down.” Leah reveals, seeing no point in hiding the truth from her companions, “We need to get to the police station, fast. They’ll have medical supplies and my personal car is still there. I gotta get to David.”

“You got it.” Gwen responds, driving off as Douglas dials 911. To his dismay, he receives consistent ringing, never an answer.

“Something’s going on…” He mutters to himself.

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“Fuck this.” David mumbles, attempting to calm himself. As the sun sets over the horizon, David stands still at his doorway, motionless. He peeks once more from the doorframe, taking note of someone walking on the sidewalk away from Mr. Hargrove’s house. He hesitates, suspicious as to why they’re leaving the scene rather than staying to assist, before he realizes something: that IS Mr. Hargrove.

“Mr. Hargrove! Hey!” He shouts, as he drops his guard and leaves the doorframe. He walks toward Mr. Hargrove, “Leland!”

David halts just in front of the wide open door of the Hargrove home, glancing inside to see…a body. Confused, he double takes to Leland, who is no longer on the sidewalk, and back to the leg sticking out from the corner. He quickly rushes over, only to see Tanner on the ground, bleeding from the neck and abdomen, “Tanner, oh God!”

David kneels down to put pressure on the wound, watching as Tanner struggles to catch his breath. Tanner’s eyes widen as he glares just behind David, which the latter takes note of, quickly jolting around to see Leland. But he didn’t look like Leland. He looked…empty. David jumped from his position, terrified of the feral fierceness emitting from Leland.

“Mr. Hargrove…what did you do…?” David pleads, putting his hands up as if to deflect the man’s energy. Leland had no response, opting instead to lunge after David. The man negated Leland’s attack, kicking him in the shin and knocking him to the ground, “Oh, God…” David sprints out of the house, running to his red sedan parked next door. He fumbles to unlock the door, as Leland emerges from the house, stumbling over a potted plant and faceplanting on the concrete, seemingly unharmed by this.

David successfully gets the door open, turns on the ignition, and speeds down the road, as Leland feebly attempts to follow.

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Oliver and Jamie enjoy a glass of red wine, staring longingly into each other’s eyes. The conversation was short, sweet, and didn’t leave much to be desired. But they both knew their real reasons for the meet, they both wanted the same thing, and they both knew how to get it.

Words were unnecessary for Oliver, it was how he said them and how he used his “natural gifts”. He’d always been seen as a “pretty boy” and so he’d been used to taking advantage of that to get what he wants. So if that means charming someone for a better parking spot or a late night fuck after a few rounds at the bar, well it’s all the same.

“Wanna get out of here?” Oliver declared, barely touching the ribeye in front of him. Jamie chuckled, enticed by his unpredictability.

“Yes.” She quickly reported, grabbing her purse as Oliver, of course, left a hundred dollar bill on the table. Outside of the fancy restaurant, Oliver tapped his key fob to reveal the location of his car across the street in the expanded parking lot. It was a busy night at Bella Blue’s, so Oliver presumed he’d need to get out quickly before closing time reared its face.

“Where ya wanna go?” Oliver asked the woman accompanying him, who shrugged in response.

“Your place?” She questioned, gently feeling his forearm, then positioning her hand onto his. He nodded in reaction, a half smile creeping onto his face. As the two reached the car, however, their plans quickly changed as they gave into each other right there in the parking lot. Jamie began unbuttoning his shirt, as he worked on the belt buckle. In their quick action, however, Jamie accidentally bumped up against the horn, shocking the two and the nice elderly couple that passed by the car.

“Shit!” She announced, glancing backwards to the rear view, taking note of the elderly woman shaking her head in discomfort, “Do you think they saw us?”

“Nah. Window tint is too dark for them to make us out.” Oliver slyly remarked, buttoning his shirt back up, “I need a smoke.”

“Me, too.” Jamie responded, as they exited the vehicle. Suddenly, the elderly couple that had just passed them came shuffling back toward the pair, the man bumping into Oliver’s shoulder on his way past.

“Woah, man.” Oliver declared, turning his attention back to the frantic man, however, the elderly couple just kept moving, “What the hell?” Oliver turned to Jamie. Jamie shrugged, as they looked toward the front entrance of the restaurant, noticing a woman and her teenaged son escaping the building, screams of terror revealed by the opening of the door.

“Oh, shit. Ma’am!” Oliver shouted out, rushing to assist the two, “Ma’am, what’s going on?”

“This guy just walked in and he’s fucking INSANE. He bit the shit out of this guy and just…kept fucking going.” The woman announced, shielding her son from the danger, “I’m sorry, but we’ve gotta get to my car and call the police.”

“I’m coming with.” Oliver insisted, keen on helping the woman. Jamie hesitated, but followed the three back to the woman, Wendy’s, car.

“Martin, just get in.” Wendy demanded, shoving her son into the backseat. Wendy began dialing as Oliver kept watch.

“I gotta grab my phone.” Jamie insisted, walking back to Oliver’s car as Oliver stood in place. He took note of a man shuffling past Jamie, just barely failing to see her, instead turning his gaze to Oliver.

“Sir?” Oliver asks, approaching the man. Oliver would quickly regret this, however, as the man lunged at him, attempting to bite him. Oliver quickly realized the man’s teeth and mouth were drenched in blood, terrifying him. Oliver shoves the man off of him, deciding to head back to his car, however, a few more of these freaks were in between him and the vehicle, having come from the alley just between Oliver’s car and Wendy’s, “Fuck this.”

Oliver ran back to Wendy’s car, hopping into the passenger seat, giving the woman a shock, “Get down!”

Wendy quickly obliged, as did Martin in the backseat, as the crazies outside failed to take notice of the commotion.

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As Gwen’s truck pulled into the parking lot of the Marietta Police Station, she took a deep breath to herself, glancing over at her father in the passenger seat.

“Leah, you sure they’ll let us inside?” Gwen asked, reluctant to believe the secure station will allow anyone past the lobby without reasonable cause.

“Just tell ‘em you’re an eyewitness and they’ll fold, don’t worry.” Leah shifted over to Wilson, just beside her, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, for now.” He responded, clutching onto his arm wound with one of Douglas’s old shirts as a makeshift bandage.

“Let’s get in there.” Douglas insisted, weakly exiting the vehicle, stumbling as his knees hit the ground, toppling over but grasping onto the hood of the truck to stop his fall.

“Dad, you alright?” Gwen asked, helping him up, “Maybe you should stay in the truck.”

“You sure?” He trembled, hesitant to leave his daughter alone with all of the chaos ensuing.

“We’ll be fine, there’s tons of cops in there.” She insisted, helping him back into the truck, his left foot grazing the ground rather than providing support.

“Okay. Be careful.” He demanded, sighing in discomfort, as Gwen, Leah, and Wilson entered the police station, greeted by the receptionist.

“Hi, Durham.” The older woman welcomed her with a smile.

“Hey, Talia. How’s it been tonight?” Leah greeted her, curious of the volume of activity.

“Busy. We’ve got more officers on scene at the hospital for a string of attacks and a couple of doctors from the hospital here in reference to the attack that happened there this morning. Weren’t you there earlier?”

“We were. We saw the attacks and got out of there, barely. I didn’t even have enough time to get my county car,” Leah sighed in distress, “Have you heard from Brummet?”

“No. Actually, he hasn’t been responding to his status checks, according to dispatch.” Talia informed the woman, who’s distress was greatly visibly increased. Leah nodded to the receptionist, leading Gwen and Wilson to the interview rooms in the back of the station.

“We’ll wait out here.” Gwen declared, as Leah nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be just a second.” Leah entered the interrogation room, greeted by two doctors: Samanda Nacon and Sheila Lourde. As Gwen stands just outside the door, she welcomes a detective, asking him for a medic to check out Wilson.

“Thanks.” Wilson tells her, following the detective to go get checked out by someone. Gwen sighed, laying her head back against the wall behind her.

Inside the interrogation room, Leah sat in front of the two women, attempting to get more information.

“I’m telling you, when that guy came after Dr. Gomez like that, I’ve…I’ve never seen anything like it.” Samanda told Leah, as Sheila nodded in agreement.

“I was helping treat him. I was the nurse on that case, and every time we got him down on the bed he would just jump back up. By the time we even thought to use the restraints, he was already biting into Dr. Gomez.” Sheila shuddered, as Samanda rubbed her shoulder in comfort.

“I don’t know if anyone’s told you guys, but the emergency room got attacked about 20 minutes ago. Some homeless people came out of the woods and attacked some of the doctors and officers, bit one of the women out there on the arm.” Leah informed the two. She knew she was taking a risk offering up that information. She was, in fact, just a CSI and not technically an officer, but she wanted to find out more about the patient’s condition, behavior, and whatnot before the original attack.

“Jesus…do you know who?” Samanda asked, grabbing her stuff, “I’m sorry, but we gotta. We need to go help out.”

Leah nodded, watching as the two exited the interrogation room. Wrong move.

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“What’d you find out?” Gwen asked, Leah’s disappointed face telling her everything she needed to know.

“Well, they were spooked when they found out about the attacks that just happened. I shouldn’t have fucking said anything, but I figured it was worth a shot, maybe build some trust.” Leah declared, sighing, “There’s a reason I’m not a cop, y’know…not the best with people. Where’s that guy at?”

“Oh, one of the detectives took him to get checked out. The bleeding won’t stop.” Gwen groaned, concerned. The two women exited the front of the police station, having been in there long enough for the sun to go down. They, however, were distracted by a screech erupting from inside the station.

“Shit.” Gwen muttered, as Douglas exited the truck, having noticed it as well. The three rush back inside to see Talia covering her face in horror at the entrance to the nurse’s office of the station.

“Oh, God…” Leah mumbled, as the four stared down at Wilson - dead.

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*Gwen gently opened the door to her truck, entering with a few bits of food she was able to scrap from Bella Blues and removing her gas mask. She sighed as she turned the ignition, idling for a moment as she took in what was going on. As the realization dawned on her once again - this has happened to her multiple times in the month since this has all started - she slammed against the steering wheel of her truck numerous times in distress.*

*“Fuck…” she mumbled to herself, as she gathered her composure, and waited. She waited until the passenger door was opened and another person entered in the passenger side.*

*“Ollie…” Gwen gasped, visibly shaken, “What did you find?”*

*“Jack shit.” Oliver responded, his muddied face battered by the conditions, “Since the military came through town there’s just…really not much.”*

*“Well…” Gwen put the truck into drive, “Back to it then.”*

## Deaths

* Emily Howard
* Tanner Montague
* Leland Hargrove *(Alive)*
* Wilson Bennett

## Trivia

* First appearance of Gwen Mayfield.
* First appearance of Oliver Mayfield.
* First appearance of Douglas Mayfield.
* First appearance of Leah Durham.
* First appearance of David Durham.
* First appearance of Jamie McKinley.
* First appearance of Wendy Banks.
* First appearance of Martin Banks.
* First appearance of Talia McCreary.
* First appearance of Hank Brummet.
* First (and last) appearance of Dr. Samanda Nacon. *(Unknown)*
* First (and last) appearance of Sheila Lourde. *(Unknown)*
* First (and last) appearance of Wilson Bennett.
* First (and last) appearance of Emily Howard.
* First (and last) appearance of Tanner Montague.
* First (and last) appearance of Leland Hargrove.
* This episode is Gwen-centric.
* The title of the episode, "**Broadcast**" refers to the news broadcasts displaying the current information about the outbreak.
* This episode was released as the "pilot" ahead of the planned weekly release schedule for the remaining episodes of Season 1, which are undergoing final touches, and Season 2, which is in the final phases of planning