The Mist/Transcript

*“In truth, I am a dead man walking. And a dead man walking has nothing to lose.”* *—Badrick*

**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

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

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

**Guest Starring**

Paul Rudd as SOLOMON REED

Scarlett Johansson as REBECCA DAWSON

Taron Egerton as MIKE SIMPSON

Chadwick Boseman as BRUCE BOSEMAN

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Alexander Siddig as MARTYN FORD

Michael McElhatton as MICHAEL HALL

Samuel L. Jackson as DERRICK WILLIAMS

Kevin Spacey as WILBUR WRIGHT

Paul Bettany as NATHANIEL SHEPARD

**Co-Starring**

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

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**Scene #1**

**SEWERS**

***Badrick:*** *Wake up.*

DEAN HOWARDS lays against the floor, still unconscious. To wake him, Badrick slaps him across the face. Gasping, Dean’s eyes open, looking around in a panic.

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

DAMERAE BADRICK leans forward, so Dean can get a good look at his face, and see who he is. Dean looks on, horrified, seeing the man’s disgusting half-burnt face, one of his eyes missing. He then yells out in a panic, remembering who he is.

***Dean:*** *GA-- HOW - HOW--*

***Badrick:*** *It’s a miracle I’m still alive, I know… I was very fortunate to have a loyal man save me back on that ship. If Derrick was afraid of the water, I would not be here right now* ***(He grins)***.

Shaking his head, Dean tries crawling back, just to hit the sewer wall. He points at him.

***Dean:*** *Y-Y-YO-YOU’RE NOT REAL! I--*

Badrick grabs him by the jaw, closing his mouth. Before he can speak, he suddenly breaks into a coughing fit. Blood spews from his mouth, dribbling around his lips. He wipes it, looking back at Dean.

***Dean:*** *You’re a fucking-- a… You’re dead - there’s no way-- You’re a monster.*

***Badrick:*** *It’s killing me, you know. In truth, I am a dead man walking. And a dead man walking has nothing to lose. All I want… is vengeance now, Dean. Do you see that?*

***Dean:*** *No, no, no-- No, you’re dead. There’s no way, they told me you-- Your face… No, no…*

***Badrick:*** *Dead - am I? Can a hallucination make you feel pain?*

He throws his right fist into Dean’s face. Dean’s body slumps to the side, his brain rattling around inside his skull.

***Badrick:*** *Wake up.*

Dean lifts his head again, realizing that this isn’t a hallucination. His jaw hangs open, staring at Badrick.

***Badrick:*** *This is it* ***(He waves his arms out)*** *I have no men. Only one. You’d think I’d have lost… perhaps I have. But that is where the weakness of your friends comes into play… That is if they truly care about you* ***(He chuckles)***.

***Dean:*** *You’re going to die before you see the day-- The day that you win. You’re already dead. You… You’re a fucking mess.*

***Badrick:*** *Do you know what I am going to do to your friends? What I’m going to allow them to witness?*

***Dean:*** *No, no, no, no, you won’t get to--*

***Badrick:*** *To think that they have been cooped up at the high school this entire time.*

Dean tries standing, only to fall back down in pain. He blinks, widening his eyes, making sure what he’s seeing is real. Then he remembers how he was captured in the first place.

***Dean:*** *NO-- HOW? NO - WHAT THE FUC--*

***Badrick:*** *I have work to do… and you are going to be a crucial part in everything working out for me. Sleep tight, Dean.*

Badrick stands up, grabs his shovel, and smacks him across the face with it. Dean falls back, unconscious, blood slowly leaking out of his nose.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE BREWERY**

EDWARD REMAR is setting up a place for himself to sleep in the storage room when he hears someone entering behind him, though he doesn’t bother to turn around.

***Clyde:*** *Edward.*

***Edward:*** *Hm?*

***Clyde:*** *I know that - you feel you need to put up barriers to block everyone out. But you don’t need to do that anymore - not around me at least.*

***Edward:*** *I do need to block people out* ***(He turns to face him)***. *People can’t be trusted - everyone is a liability. Nobody has ever looked out for me-- not even my own family looked out for me.*

***Clyde:*** *Maybe you’ve just never given people a chance.*

***Edward:*** *They never opened the door for me.*

***Clyde:*** *Right you are, right you are… but - maybe it’s different now. I know that -- people are truly awful. Through all my fame and fortune, can I say I actually had any* ***real*** *friends? No-- I-I can’t. I didn’t. I kept up a facade, but I didn’t have any real people I could turn to in the industry. Or just - in life full stop.*

***Edward:*** *What of it? It’s a sob story.*

***Clyde:*** *Well… I’m trying to wonder if that’s your reasoning for being so closed off. You maybe just-- Maybe you’re just like me, and never had any real friends.*

***Edward:*** *No -- of course I didn’t.*

***Clyde:*** *Didn’t - yes - I didn’t either but-- I consider you a friend, Edward. The first real friend I’ve ever had. And I’d feel… truly accomplished if you considered me a friend too.*

***Edward:*** *My first* ***(He nods sincerely)***. *You’re the first real friend I’ve ever had.*

***Clyde: (He smiles)*** *Well, that’s good news. Good news indeed…*

CLYDE ROLLINS approaches a window, looking out, intrigued by something.

***Edward:*** *What is it?*

***Clyde:*** *No-nothing. Or… something.*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR storms into the storage room, looking at them.

***Benjamin:*** *Get out front, we’re leaving.*

***Clyde:*** *What - why? We haven’t even had a chance to res--*

***Benjamin:*** *Move.*

Benjamin turns around, heading back out into the main area. Edward and Clyde follow him, concerned.

***Edward:*** *What is it?*

***Benjamin:*** *A moving horde is about to hit this place like a wave. We won’t be here for it this time. Robin’s starting the bus.*

***Clyde:*** *Well -- this has been yet another abrupt experience for our merry little band--*

***Benjamin:*** *Get on the bus. Now.*

Clyde sighs, walking outside to the bus, boarding it. Inside, ROBIN CLARKE is starting the bus, while SOLOMON REED and MIKE SIMPSON have taken their seats.

***Robin:*** *Welcome back aboard. I hope you enjoyed your brief hour of rest* ***(He grins)***.

JARED KELLINGS stumbles outside ahead of Benjamin and Edward, a beer bottle in hand. He approaches the bus entrance.

***Jared:*** *Drink driving… It's bad.*

***Robin:*** *Luckily I don’t drink.*

Jared steps onto the first step, falling forward. He reaches out at Solomon, asking for help. Sighing, Solomon gets up, reaching down to grab Jared’s arm, when Jared suddenly pulls him down, laughing, as he pins him down.

***Jared:*** *I FUCKING GOT YOU, AHAHAAH! Give me the word and I’ll throw him out.*

Edward grimaces, pushing past Jared angrily. Benjamin steps up after him. After finishing goofing around, Jared lets Solomon go, and stands up, taking his seat.

***Edward: (To Robin)*** *What are you doing?*

***Robin:*** *Waiting.*

***Edward:*** *Waiting… Waiting? FOR WHAT? FLOOR IT!*

***Robin:*** *Chill… All you had to do was ask.*

***Jared:*** *Yo, why are we waiting? We’re gonna die* ***(He looks out the window at the horde)***. *Robin, you’re a badass, but you can’t protect us from that shit, bro.*

Robin slams on the gas, speeding forward.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE EVENING**

Snow begins to fall lightly, and a thick fog takes over the streets of Willamette, forcing Robin to drive slowly, navigating around wrecked and abandoned cars in the road.

***Clyde: (Looking out the window)*** *That doesn’t look very good at all. But at least it’s just a little snow…*

Within just a couple of minutes after CLYDE ROLLINS saying that, the weather worsens to that of a blizzard.

***Jared:*** *You know what we all need?*

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

***Jared:*** *A nice warm pu--*

***Edward:*** *Sleep.*

***Jared:*** *--And that too.*

The bus suddenly bashes into something, the vehicle bumping up and down.

***Solomon:*** *Score!*

***Edward:*** *Watch it!*

***Solomon:*** *Oh…*

***Robin:*** *What is there to watch? I can’t see!*

***Jared:*** *Edward - back at the mall you were the realest guy in the room. Now you’re just a fucking bitch, dude. You gone soft - somehow.*

EDWARD REMAR looks over at him, and jabs him with his cane.

***Jared:*** *Ow! You fuckin’ shittard!*

***Clyde:*** *If I may add--*

ROBIN CLARKE swerves the bus suddenly, flinging Clyde from his seat. Most of the others nearly fall out of their seats too.

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

***Robin:*** *Now this is awesome…*

***Jared:*** *Fucking shit!*

***Benjamin:*** *STOP THE BUS!*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR stands out of his seat, marching down the bus aisle. As he is, Robin slams on the brakes, sending Benjamin flying forward. He hits the ground, grunting. JARED KELLINGS breaks out into laughter, as Benjamin angrily gets up.

***Benjamin:*** *What the hell was that?*

***Robin:*** *You asked me to stop. Jeez. You all need to relax - we’re in a bad place. I think we’re on the curb…*

***Benjamin:*** *It doesn’t… matter.*

***Robin:*** *Well who wants to be parked on the sidewalk?* ***(He begins to slowly drive forward)*** *Relax - I’m just fixing our position.*

***Benjamin:*** *You can’t see a thing… How can you fix anything?*

***Robin:*** *Luck.*

Robin increases the bus's speed slowly, jumping up onto the sidewalk.

***Robin:*** *I think we’re off it now--*

***Edward:*** *OFF it?*

Edward stands up, hobbling down to reach him.

***Edward:*** *Move - I’m taking the wheel.*

***Robin:*** *Hell no.*

***Edward:*** *I said move* ***(He grabs the steering wheel)***. *Let go.*

***Solomon:*** *Guy’s the road is slippery, don’t tug of war the wheel--*

***Clyde:*** *Okay let’s all just--*

***Robin:*** ***(To Edward)*** *No - you had a drink, not me--*

***Edward:*** *One. Now move!*

***Robin:*** *How about THIS?!*

Robin slams the gas pedal, speeding forward. Edward tumbles backwards, as the bus crashes into a brick wall. People crash into the back of the seats in front of them, as smoke starts rising from the bus’ engine. The engine sputters and pops, until it shuts off altogether. Edward slowly gets up.

***Edward:*** *What have you done… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT WAS THAT MEANT TO PROVE?*

***Robin:*** *The bus is stopped and we’re off the pavement now. Rela--*

Edward angrily smacks Robin in the head with his cane, making him fall off. He then impulsively pulls out his knife, charging at him.

***Edward:*** *YOU’VE RUINED ENOUGH FOR US!*

***Clyde:*** *Edward!*

Clyde runs at Edward, holding him back.

***Solomon:*** *Oh shit…*

***Robin:*** *And you call the rest of us delusional? Look at you!*

***Edward:*** *You’ve caused us ALL of our problems! You and your STUPIDITY!*

***Benjamin:*** *Settle down… we’re already stranded. We need to keep our voices low. We’re sitting ducks. We don’t know what attention we’ve drawn.*

***Clyde:*** *Come on, Edward-- just sit down.*

Clyde escorts Edward over to a seat.

***Robin:*** *Yeah, Eddie. You need to cooperate. This is a team effort.*

As Edward cools down, Benjamin approaches one of the windows, peering out.

***Benjamin:*** *Well… shit.*

The outlines of zombies are hardly seen stumbling through the blizzard, fog, and night sky towards the bus.

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**Scene #4**

**SEWERS**

RANDALL FORSTER lets go of the ladder, dropping into the sewage.

***Randall:*** *This is disgusting.*

***Michael:*** *You’ll find it far more comfortable than being up in the blizzard above. Shelter is shelter.*

***Randall:*** *You don’t know what I’d find more comfortable.*

***Jim:*** *Boys - please. Stop the bickering. Michael’s right, Randall. We weren’t going to make it back to the school in time.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, but this? It’s a bit shit.*

***Jim:*** *Our entire situation isn’t pretty but we just have to make-do.*

MICHAEL HALL glances down the sewer, seeing nothing but darkness ahead.

***Randall:*** *Well we can’t delve too far into this hole without light.*

***Michael:*** *We don’t need to. We can wait right here.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah, yeah - till you reveal whatever trick is up your sleeve. I wonder who you’re working with this time.*

***Jim:*** *Randall, please -- he’s doing his best.*

***Randall:*** *He killed my best friend. I can’t ever forgive it.*

***Jim:*** *I’m not saying you need to-- Ever. But please… just at least find it within you to be able to cooperate with him.*

***Randall: (To Michael)*** *Jim here is a damn legend--a gentle-hearted, kind and forgiving legend. If he somehow sees good in you - I can take his word for it. But if you’ve somehow manipulated him -- or you’re playing some game--*

***Michael:*** *You take me for a Rasta loyalist. I worked with them once. I have no interest in helping whatever remains of them.*

***Randall:*** *Yeah… we’ll see.*

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - LATE EVENING - COURTYARD**

KATE BLOODSTONE shakes her head, frowning. She, MARCUS DOWNES and ALDUS PAXTON stand on the steps, finding a little bit of shelter from the ongoing blizzard.

***Kate:*** *I shouldn’t have left him out here.*

***Marcus:*** *You can’t possibly blame yourself for this.* ***(He puts a hand on her shoulder)*** *This wasn’t you… And - perhaps he’d been drinking… he could’ve stumbled off.*

***Kate:*** *What could’ve happened to him? Would he leave?*

***Marcus:*** *I don’t know.*

Aldus shakes his head, looking at them.

***Aldus:*** *No. He has good in him.*

***Kate:*** *There was clearly a lot on his mind. I don’t mean in a bad way-- But he was truly unhappy.*

***Aldus:*** *But he would have made it obvious.*

***Marcus:*** *I suppose the main question is - where do we begin to look? Is it even smart to do that? There’s no trail-- nothing. I’ve already checked three times over.*

***Aldus:*** *Then maybe he’s somewhere in the town. Blizzard could have covered his trail maybe. I don’t know.*

***Kate:*** *Best thing to do is head inside - talk this through with the others.*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah… we shouldn’t rush into this.*

They turn towards the front doors, heading inside.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

ZAC BARNES narrows his eyes at his set of cards, then looks across at FRASER STILLER, who’s sitting to his right.

***Zac:*** *You hear that?*

***Fraser:*** *Hear what?*

Fraser lowers his hand to look up, allowing Zac to get a glance at his cards.

***Zac:*** *Eh-- probably nothin’.*

***Fraser:*** *Huh? I-- Aw, you suck.*

REBECCA DAWSON lays down one of her own cards, winning the game.

***Zac:*** *How’d you get so good at that? Isn’t this game all just luck?*

***Rebecca:*** *Probably. But-- I used to play all the time. In this, actually. So - not that long ago. It was a great way to pass the time.*

***Zac:*** *Apparently it still is.*

With the game finished, and the cards set down, Fraser starts up a new conversation.

***Fraser:*** *My new office is nice.*

***Zac:*** *Your office? You mean Owen’s?*

***Fraser:*** *I help out…*

***Zac:*** *We’re pretty lucky to be here, you and I. Especially you, ‘cause I saved ya’. Thanks to Owen - both of us are still here… And Marcus isn’t a loner just yet.*

Zac hears the front door opening, and sees MARCUS DOWNES stepping inside, KATE BLOODSTONE and ALDUS PAXTON behind him.

***Zac:*** *Speak of the devil.*

***Fraser: (To Marcus)*** *Any, uh… sign?*

***Marcus:*** *No.*

***Zac:*** *Look - it’s probably nothing.*

***Aldus:*** *But Dean would make it obvious. He isn’t a master of sneaking out undetected.*

***Zac:*** *Just come sit down - and I bet that in an hour or so, we’ll hear a knock at the door. He’s clearly just drinking.*

***Austin:*** *Where the hell could-- could he have gone, though? He don’t drink no more.*

***Zac:*** *He had a terrible traumatic experience before all this. Oh you must’ve seen that he wanted to hit the bottle again.*

***Kate:*** *Zac may be right about the bottle. Dean was-- Badrick’s capture for a while.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, he wanted to. But that guy seemed off it for good. I didn’t see him going back.*

***Aldus:*** *Plus wouldn’t a school camera have caught him? Do the cameras work?*

***Fraser:*** *No.*

***Austin: (He chuckles)*** *Do the cameras work…*

There’s suddenly a loud banging at the front door, frightening Fraser.

***Fraser:*** *Uh-- uh…*

***Austin:*** *Wow… maybe you were right, Zac. Never would have guessed.*

***Jon:*** *Open up!* ***(He bangs on the door)***

***Austin: (Thinking it’s Dean)*** *See! Now he’s yelling.*

***Kate:*** *Is that Jon?*

Aldus walks up to the door, unlocking and opening it. JON MATTHEWS immediately barges inside, getting out of the cold. ANGELA JAEGAR steps in behind him.

***Jon:*** *The last ten minutes of that walk… wasn’t pleasant. That blizzard just pissed all over me and her.*

***Austin:*** *I take back what I said. You’re still wrong, Zac.*

***Fraser:*** *Well, uh… at least someone’s back!*

***Jon:*** *Why? What the hell has been happening now?*

***Aldus:*** *Well--*

***Austin:*** *Dean’s gone.*

***Aldus:*** *--yeah.*

***Jon:*** *I need to speak with Jacob and William - whoever the hell I’m supposed to expect.*

***Austin:*** *Jacob, uh…* ***(He coughs)***

***Aldus:*** *He died.*

***Austin:*** *What he said* ***(He drinks from his beer bottle)***.

***Jon:*** *Right… I feel like I was, uh-- told about this. Just, uh-- not in the habit… I meant William, just-- I’m tired. Scuse me.*

Jon walks through the room, on his way to find William. Angela follows him.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE**

MARTYN FORD leans back into his wheelchair, glancing over to WILLIAM REYNES, who’s sitting in the office with him and BRUCE BOSEMAN.

***Martyn:*** *What’s bothering you?*

***William:*** *What’s - bothering me? My best friend for half my life just died.*

Bruce leans forward, resting his coffee mug down onto the desk.

***Bruce:*** *You’re taking it in your stride - using it more as a fuel more than a fire.*

***William:*** *And you aren’t.*

***Bruce:*** *Of course not. You should not allow yourself the time to grieve - like the rest of us.*

***William:*** *No* ***(He shakes his head)***. *No. There’s time for grieving… later. First, we finish the fight he ever-so-recklessly gave his life for.*

***Bruce:*** *You’re going to be consumed by it, like he was. Breathe - and think, William. Lead by example.*

***Martyn:*** *I could help-- with the fighting. I, um… can fight.*

***Bruce:*** *You’re wheelchair bound, you’re the kid’s last line of defense. They need you where you are* ***(He smiles reassuringly)***.

William stands up, getting ready to leave.

***William:*** *I’m not going to be consumed by it, because I refuse to let him die in vain. Good talk.*

As William is approaching the door, he sees it swing open, JON MATTHEWS and ANGELA JAEGAR marching inside.

***Jon:*** ***(To William)*** *My deepest condolences. I heard the news. But I’ve also got some news for y’all.*

Jon goes to sit down, kicking his feet up.

***William:*** *What’s the news? Some good news, I’m hoping.*

***Jon:*** *For one - Jim is alive. I think…*

***William:*** *Reassuring, regardless.*

***Angela:*** *We were with your friend Randall… looking for a few friends of mine who’d gone missing. We didn’t find them but we did find Jim. Unfortunately a horde separated us. I’m -- Angela.*

***William: (He smiles)*** *You saved Jon, you’re one of us. Where were you guys separated?*

***Jon:*** *Out in the woods… I’m confident they made it out like us.*

***William:*** *Woods…* ***(He glances at Bruce)***

***Bruce:*** *What’s near the woods? Assuming they’re still alive, they’ve taken shelter nearby.*

***Jon:*** *If you’re thinking of going on another search party, does that really seem like a good idea?*

***Bruce: (He shakes his head)*** *Not the idea. As long as we have a rough idea of where they are - they’ll be fine. If we see smoke, a flare… we can assume it’s them.*

***Jon:*** *Just to go off topic quickly… Can I ask you both what the plan is now? Dealing with Badrick and his gang?*

***William:*** *We can’t risk search parties looking for them, so… We let them come to us.*

***Jon:*** *We did that before. We let them stroll up on us before. We shouldn’t be able to rest until Badrick is dead. Look what he’s done to Curtis and Quin--*

***William:*** *Badrick* ***is*** *dead.*

***Angela:*** *How do you know this?*

***Jon:*** *When? How?*

***William:*** *Same time as Jacob. He was on the ship when it exploded. No human survives that.*

***Bruce: (Quietly)*** *He’s hardly human…*

***Jon:*** *He’s really gone? The gang, too?*

***William:*** *The gang - I’m not sure of. They might’ve disbanded, or they might still be together.*

***Angela:*** *We took out a lot of his gang in the mall.*

***Jon:*** *This is, uh… good news.*

Jon stands back up.

***Martyn:*** *Are you sure this man is dead?*

***William:*** *Of course I’m sure.*

***Martyn:*** *Did you see any body parts? Any proof of him dying?*

***William:*** *He’s dead.*

***Martyn:*** *Alright…*

***Jon:*** *Well then. Suppose all we need to do now is wait out the storm - see if our folks return.* ***(To Bruce and Martyn)*** *This is a nice place you have here.*

***Bruce:*** *Glad to have you here* ***(He smiles)***.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - HOUSE**

NATHANIEL SHEPARD stares across the kitchen table at DAMERAE BADRICK.

***Nathaniel:*** *I have to remind you, Mr. Badrick, that this induction is going to take time. This is only our second meeting* ***(He raises his hands)***. *You can only request so much in such little time.*

***Badrick:*** *And I’ve told you what I’ll bring to the table. It benefits us both.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Mm… you’ve made me some lovely promises. Promises which would truly benefit the organization. What we’ve built - it’s truly special. Most people don’t get these kind of interviews. But… when your big bodyguard came to where me and my people had set up--with half of your face melting off--I was just too intrigued. And look at what my people have done for you… We’ve stitched you up. Quite literally.*

***Badrick:*** *I’m still dying.*

***Nathaniel:*** *You’d be dead already if it weren't for the generosity of my group. And your face - it’d have peeled off. It hasn’t yet… Look at all these positives I’m listing to you. And they aren’t just promises, Bad--*

***Badrick:*** *Do you not believe that I have a shipment on its way? Need I prove it again and allow you to discuss with my lieutenant to prove it?*

***Nathaniel:*** *Oh - I believe you, fear not. But I’m part of a much larger organization, Mr. Badrick. Something so… impressive. People banding together to - create a new society. After a mere month. Can you believe it? How quickly things move? Thousands of people involved in the construction--*

***Badrick:*** *Against their will, no?*

***Nathaniel:*** *For the greater good. It’ll benefit everyone in the end. But in such a lawless time - a bit of organization is needed, wouldn’t you agree? And now our organization has stretched this far--*

***Badrick:*** *And you still won’t give me anything about your whereabouts… Yet you are still brave enough to come out here alone.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Who’s to say I’m alone? I won’t tell you where my people are--they just set up. But I am willing to give you an opportunity. You bring me people… and I give you salvation. A beach to rest on. Spend the rest of your days with that--disgusting looking face--relaxing on vacation. All I need -- people. That’s the offer.*

Badrick scoots back his chair, slowly standing.

***Badrick:*** *When my shipment gets here--I’ll show you that I have more than enough to contribute. I have enough respect for your group - for saving my life as best you could. But I by no means need you. I want you to let that rattle around in your head for a moment.*

***Nathaniel: (He smirks)*** *No, maybe you don’t need us. Maybe you’re happy hiding in a sewer from a group of people you so badly want to see dead.*

***Badrick:*** *I’m handling it, and I won’t need your support in doing so.*

***Nathaniel:*** *Well when your shipment does arrive, you can expect someone. I’m sure someone will get in contact with you. Travel safely through the storm, now.*

Badrick walks out of the house without saying a word.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE EVENING**

SOLOMON REED looks out the window, seeing a zombie’s fists banging against it. He looks down the bus, seeing the same thing all around.

***Solomon:*** *Any plan?*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR tries to start the bus again, but it fails to start.

***Benjamin:*** *We’re going to need to leave her.*

***Clyde:*** *What if we end up just being safe staying right here? That’s a vicious storm outside.*

***Robin:*** *Oh come on, it’ll be fun. Besides - we have a hatch above* ***(He points at the roof)***.

ROBIN CLARKE aims at the glass hatch.

***Edward:*** *What are you doing, it OPENS--*

Robin fires his pistol, shattering the glass above. Shards of glass rain down onto him.

***Robin:*** *Let’s find the nearest building for shelter, shall we?*

Robin jumps up onto a seat, and then pulls himself up through the hatch. Once outside, he is hit with the freezing winds, heavy snow, thick fog, and night sky. He can barely see a thing.

***Solomon:*** *See anything?!*

***Robin:*** *It’s lovely up here, come join me!*

Robin draws his pistols, starting to fire his pistols down at the zombies.

***Clyde:*** *I-- I don’t think it’s worth the trouble.*

***Edward:*** *It’s too late now, he’s already shot the glass. Come on.*

EDWARD REMAR swings his cane up through the hatch, then steps onto a seat, climbing up out of the bus.

***Clyde:*** *Oh my…*

CLYDE ROLLINS and the others follow behind Edward, where Edward shields his face, looking around for something.

***Edward:*** *There’s a bakery across the street!*

***Benjamin:*** *Then we get to it!*

***Clyde: (He glances down at the zombies shaking the bus)*** *Are we uh-- not surrounded?*

***Robin:*** *No worries. Watch and learn.*

Robin leaps off of the bus into the mist, landing on the road below. He stands, immediately beginning to shoot at the zombies.

***Robin:*** *I’ve made an opening, come on down!*

Benjamin drops down first, holding up his pistol. The others follow him one by one, their feet landing in snow.

***Robin:*** *Thank me later - come on!*

He begins leading the group through the blizzard, coming up on the bakery. Edward, however, decides to move ahead of them all, arriving at the bakery first. He smashes open the glass door with his cane. When Edward turns around, he watches as Clyde is pulled into the mist by a zombie, yelling.

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

He limps off hastily into the fog.

***Benjamin:*** *Edward! Get back! Don’t break forma--*

A zombie suddenly lunges out at Benjamin, causing him to drop his pistol. He wrestles the zombies aside, until they both collapse to the ground, where the zombie comes within just a couple of inches of tearing its teeth into Benjamin’s face--but it’s killed by Solomon before that can happen. Nodding, Benjamin stands up, looking around, seeing nobody but himself and Solomon. He grabs his pistol quickly

***Benjamin:*** *We need to get inside.*

Solomon and Benjamin climb through the broken bakery door.

***Benjamin:*** *Quick - we need to board up this window.*

Benjamin stabs a zombie, while Solomon snaps a wooden board off the shelf, approaching the door.

***Solomon:*** *Robin and Clyde are out there. And Edward.*

***Benjamin:*** *Everyone but us is out there -- there’s nothing we can do--*

Before Solomon even has a chance to barricade the door, zombies come piling in, stumbling in through the broken window.

***Benjamin:*** *Shit, shit, shit, shit!*

Benjamin hops the counter, firing off his pistol at the horde, while Solomon hurls a chair at them, before jumping over the same counter. Before the horde can make it to them, they rush out a back door.

***Benjamin:*** *We’re just going to have to follow wherever the others went…*

He looks down an alleyway through, seeing nothing but mist with no end on either side. He starts running, Solomon following.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - LATE EVENING**

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

EDWARD REMAR walks into a nearby alleyway, and sees the outline of two figures on the ground ahead of him, one holding the other off.

***Clyde:*** *Gah!*

***Edward:*** *Clyde!*

Edward starts to hurry towards him, but is stopped by another zombie that shoves him aside and to the ground, where Edward’s head bounces off the ground. In the near distance, Edward sees ROBIN CLARKE unloading his pistols at a few zombies.

***Edward:*** *ROBIN! HELP US!*

CLYDE ROLLINS throws a zombie off him, desperately crawling backwards, as another two stumble towards him, piling onto him. He uses all his strength to hold them off.

***Edward:*** *ROBIN!*

Robin ignores the shouts, continuing to fire away at other zombies. Edward yells in anger, as he struggles but eventually manages to shove the one zombie off himself. He grabs his cane, using it to push himself up, where he quickly makes his way over to Clyde, stabbing the two zombies on top of Clyde. Clyde gasps for air, crawling away from the dead zombies. Edward reaches out a hand and pulls him to his feet.

***Clyde:*** *I…*

Edward notices Robin walking towards them through the blizzard, holstering his two pistols.

***Robin:*** *Great job - now we just need to find the others. We all pulled through - and we all--*

Edward punches Robin in the face, then again, until Robin falls backwards to the ground.

***Edward:*** *I-- have had -- enough of you! You’ve fucked this up for us too greatly! Too damn greatly - I don’t know HOW we’re going to get out of this one!*

Robin nods slowly, looking past Edward.

***Robin:*** *We-- probably aren’t… You’re right.*

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

***Badrick:*** *He is implying that you should turn around.*

Edward does a 180, where he lays eyes on DAMERAE BADRICK, who’s grinning, holding a knife to Clyde’s throat.

***Badrick:*** *It was a rare treat to see that you had all encountered trouble while I was simply driving through the neighbourhood…*

***Edward:*** *You made a mistake… coming here. We’ve been looking for you. And all you’ve done is lead yourself RIGHT to us.*

***Badrick:*** *Be careful with your words Edward. Clyde’s life depends on it.*

***Clyde:*** *D-Don’t worry, Edward. It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens--*

Badrick pushes the knife ever so slightly more against Clyde’s throat.

***Edward: (Looking at Badrick’s face)*** *Look at you now, though. You’re mutilated.*

***Badrick:*** *I got luckier than your friend Jacob did in the explosion* ***(He smirks)***.

***Edward:*** *Mind games… That’s all you play.*

Robin glances over his shoulder, seeing a few zombies wandering close to them. He reaches for his pistols.

***Badrick:*** *Reach for it - and he dies.*

***Edward: (To Robin)*** *Put your damn gun down--*

***Robin:*** *If you ask me… I think Clyde’s dead already…*

***Clyde:*** *I am?*

***Robin:*** *I think Badrick is gonna kill you either way - I’m sorry, buddy. And-- Why let him use a human shield? Why give him the leverage when he’s just gonna tear this poor soul away from us either way…*

***Clyde:*** *Robin… whatever you’re planning - I’m sure that--*

***Robin:*** *We have Badrick right where we want him…*

***Edward:*** *We aren’t where WE want to be. We’re surrounded by the d--*

A zombie comes up behind Edward, which Robin ignores, and it grabs him. Badrick chuckles, slowly backing up the alleyway with Clyde, as Edward struggles to get the zombie off him.

At the head of the alleyway, BENJAMIN TAYLOR and SOLOMON REED step out of the mist, seeing Badrick at the other end.

***Benjamin:*** ***(To Solomon, quietly)*** *Cover me…*

Benjamin draws his pistol, aiming it up at Badrick, rushing forward. As he does, Robin pulls out his pistols as well, aiming at Badrick and Clyde. He fires off a shot that misses.

***Edward:*** *NO!*

Edward uses all the energy he has and throws the zombie into Robin, which tackles him onto the ground.

***Badrick:*** *You tried to kill me… YOU TR--*

Benjamin fires another shot through the blizzard, which rings off a trash can next to Badrick, which causes the man to lose focus and let go of Clyde.

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

***Clyde:*** *I-- Where do you--*

Badrick grabs Clyde before he can escape, and plunges his knife into his eye.

***Clyde:*** *AGHHHHHHHHGH!*

He rips the knife out of Clyde’s eye and darts off into the alleyway behind him. Screaming, Clyde falls to the floor.

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

Benjamin sprints past Edward and Clyde, firing through the mist at Badrick as he’s climbing over a fence. But they all miss, and Badrick lands on the other side of the fence, disappearing around a building. Robin shoves the zombie off himself, getting up.

***Edward:*** *BENJAMIN!*

***Benjamin:*** *HE’S GOING TO GET AWAY!*

***Edward:*** *I--*

Edward looks down at Clyde, who’s covering his face in pain, blood leaking down his face and onto the snow. He then looks back up at Benjamin.

***Edward:*** *No-- he’ll die if we go after him!*

Benjamin looks back at the fence, and sighs. He turns back to Edward.

***Edward:*** *Solomon - lead the way down the street!*

The group exit the alleyway, Edward with his arm around Clyde, helping the man. He glances behind them, seeing a group of zombies trailing behind them.

***Edward:*** *We need to - get him to safety.*

Edward goes as fast as he can with Clyde, but he can only move so fast, as the horde is catching up to them. Solomon tries opening every door along the way, only to find them all locked. Finally, Edward collapses with Clyde, unable to hold him up. Benjamin kneels down, trying to get them both back up whilst the horde closes in.

Next to them, a door suddenly swings open, WILBUR WRIGHT barging out with a shotgun. He takes aim at the horde, firing, taking down multiple in one shot.

***Wilbur:*** *Get in! It’s the local bowling alley!*

Wilbur pumps his shotgun, firing at the horde again. Mustering all the strength he has, Edward gets back up, being assisted by Benjamin and Solomon. Shivering, they walk through the door, Robin being the last one to enter. When they’re all inside, Wilbur backs up to the door, firing off the remainder of his shells inside the shotgun, before getting in and slamming the door shut.

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**Scene #11**

**BOWLING ALLEY**

EDWARD REMAR sits CLYDE ROLLINS down onto a couch, blood still pouring down his face.

***Wilbur:*** *Fucking christ. That isn’t pretty. Luckily for you I have some medical supplies.*

WILBUR WRIGHT rushes to a nearby cabinet, starting to dig through it.

***Wilbur:*** *I’ve gone to a lot of risk for you damn people - I’d been undetected in here.*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR sets his gun down, resting on a chair, breathless, and freezing.

***Edward:*** *You’re-- Everything is going to be okay, Clyde.*

***Robin:*** *I mean… Let’s hope so. Right?*

***Edward:*** *Where--*

Edward turns around, surprised to see him.

***Robin:*** *I needed some shelter too. I have news for you all. You especially, Benjamin. Edward betrayed us - tried to have me killed.*

***Edward:*** *I’m not… in the mood. Walk away - and you can live.*

***Robin:*** *Is that how you’re going to speak?*

***Edward:*** *It’s your fault that this happened. YOUR FAULT!*

***Robin:*** *It is nobody’s faulty… this is just simply what happens--*

***Solomon:*** *Robin, with all due respect -- I barely know you, and lying cannot help.*

***Robin:*** *I was being logic-- I was going to kill Badrick. I went to… Edward stopped me.*

***Solomon:*** *And risk killing Clyde?*

***Robin:*** *Well look now - Clyde’s pretty much dead anyway. And Badrick got away. Maybe if people weren’t so consumed by vengeance, we wouldn’t have had to go on a manhunt in the first place.*

***Edward:*** *I dropped my vengeance of Badrick… If I hadn’t, Clyde would be dead…*

***Robin:*** *Oh - you’re suddenly a saint.*

***Benjamin:*** *Enough, Robin.*

***Robin:*** *Look-- I’m the one who’s been telling you all to relax. Everything that just happened? Not a big deal. We’re all here, all alive.*

Wilbur jogs over to Clyde, holding a medkit.

***Wilbur:*** *You’ve all got a lot of explaining to do. Now all of you - stop this bickering.* ***(He points at Edward and Robin)*** *If you two have a problem… Solve it now… for good.*

***Edward:*** *Fine. For good?*

***Wilbur:*** *For good. We don’t have time for bicker--*

Edward grabs Benjamin’s pistol from the counter, and fires into ROBIN CLARKE’s chest. He stumbles back, grabbing his chest.

***Robin:*** *You-- You shot me…*

***Wilbur:*** *Good fucking lord… if that’s the end of it, so be it. But finish the damn job.*

***Edward:*** *With pleasure.*

Edward approaches Robin, shoving him to the ground. Robin tries to hold Edward off, but it’s no use. Edward wraps his hands around Robin’s neck, strangling him.

When it’s finished, Edward sits back, exhaling.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - EARLY MORNING**

RANDALL FORSTER pokes his head out of the manhole, looking around.

***Randall:*** *Storm’s calmed down. I think we’re all good to go.*

He climbs up and out of the sewer, Michael and Jim following behind.

***Michael:*** *We don’t have far to go. We best get a move on.*

***Randall:*** *I don’t like the idea of going back through the woods… We’ve had terrible luck there so far.*

***Michael:*** *There’s a quick route by the quarry - it’s a longer walk but it’s on the outskirts of town. We don’t have to walk that way if you don’t like it.*

***Randall:*** *Nah -- we will, we will.*

***Jim:*** *Well… lead the way* ***(He smiles)***.

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**Scene #13**

**SEWERS**

DAMERAE BADRICK marches through the sewer water, approaching DEAN HOWARDS and DERRICK WILLIAMS, who’s guarding him.

***Badrick:*** *Your big moment has come, Dean.*

He bends down and slaps Dean in the face to wake him.

***Badrick:*** *I may not have the men to deal with your friends at the school - but I do have something else.*

He grabs Dean, lifting him so he can look him in the eyes.

***Badrick:*** *I’m going to take you by Derrick’s little project.*

***Dean:*** *Gh--*

He drops Dean, and begins walking back towards the sewer exit. Derrick drags Dean along through the sewage waste, and outside to a truck. Dean is tossed into the back of the truck, before it drives off.

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**Scene #14**

**QUARRY - MORNING**

The truck comes to a stop by the edge of the quarry. In the back seat, DEAN HOWARDS is laying down, his eyes barely open. For a moment he smiles, forgetting where he is, and believing that he’s sitting on a beach with his wife. Then he hears the back door open, and feels DAMERAE BADRICK grabbing his legs, ripping him out of the truck. Dean slams onto the gravel, groaning.

***Badrick:*** *Get up.*

Grunting in pain, Dean gets to his knees, spitting a bit of blood. He plants his hands onto the gravel, trying to push himself up, but he can’t do it.

***Badrick:*** *Let me show you the army that Derrick has helped me assemble -- the army that I am going to throw at your friends.*

He grabs Dean’s shirt, dragging him along the ground, scraping up his back. He takes him all the way to the very edge of the quarry.

***Dean:*** *GH-- STO- ST-- STOP--*

Dean looks down into the quarry, seeing hundreds of zombies roaming around, groaning loudly. Tears fill his eyes as he thinks of everyone at the school.

***Dean:*** *DON’T KILL-- DO-- PLEAS--*

***Badrick:*** *A day of steering them - making sure they find their way to this pit. And you? You’re going to be our driver, Dean.*

***Dean:*** *N-- NO--*

***Badrick:*** *You’re going to lead our hungry guests to the door.*

***Dean:*** *Please… Plea… Let me go-- Please.*

DERRICK WILLIAMS grins, looking down at Dean. He pats him on the shoulder.

***Dean:*** *Please, I beg you, please. I don’t want this-- I don- I do-- We’re still people.*

***Derrick:*** *Well it’s happening.*

***Dean:*** *WE’RE STILL PEOPLE! YOU CAN J-- YOU CAN JUST STOP THIS!*

***Derrick:*** *There’s nothing you can do, Dean.*

In the woods nearby, MICHAEL HALL halts, crouching behind a tree. He raises his sniper rifle. RANDALL FORSTER and JIM BUTTERMAN stop behind him.

***Randall:*** *What is it?*

He narrows his eyes, looking near the edge of the quarry.

***Randall:*** *Aw fuck… It’s Dean.*

Jim’s eyes light up, seeing Dean.

***Jim:*** *Dean? Dean-- We have to help him. We can--*

***Michael:*** *We’ll pick them off, then.*

Badrick grabs Dean again, dragging him back towards the truck, indirectly getting behind cover and out of Michael’s view.

***Dean:*** *We-we-- We can come to an agreeme-- An agreement. Please…*

***Badrick:*** *An agreement?*

***Dean:*** *YES. Yes…*

***Badrick:*** *Derrick has already met a new group… and I in turn have met their leader. We will soon be moving to paradise, my friend. We already have agreements elsewhere.*

***Dean:*** *Please… We-- We’re just trying to live.*

Dean shakes his head, sobbing.

***Randall:*** ***(Quietly)*** *Take a damn shot.*

***Michael:*** *I don’t have a clear one…*

***Jim: (He turns around)*** *There are some stragglers behind us… I’ll deal with them.*

Jim quietly starts walking through the woods, approaching the two zombies.

***Dean:*** *I just want to live my fucking life-- I just wanna live - the life I could’ve. I-I just want to see my wife again, I want to-- I want to say sorry. I just wanna live - I don’t wanna do this anymore. Please. No more-- No more fighting.*

***Derrick:*** *Don’t we all…*

Michael aims around, trying to get a clear shot.

***Michael:*** *I can’t get a damn shot here.*

***Randall:*** *He’s pleading… fuck.*

Dean, still sobbing, looks up at Derrick and Badrick.

***Dean:*** *I beg you… Please.*

***Derrick:*** *You praying to me or to God?* ***(He chuckles)***

***Dean:*** *Just let me go--*

Jim stabs one of the two zombies in the head. It drops to the ground, crunching snow and snapping twigs. Badrick and Derrick turn their heads, hearing something. Badrick, in turn, gets low behind the truck. He looks at Derrick, then points into the woods. Derrick slowly pulls out his revolver.

***Randall: (Quietly)*** *Fuck.*

***Michael:*** *Jim - we’re going to need to get moving.*

***Randall:*** *Just pick them off.*

***Michael:*** *I don’t have enough ammo to take shots at will.*

Dean wipes his face, looking up at them again.

***Dean:*** *You don’t have to do this.* ***(To Badrick)*** *Maybe you were a good man- I don’t know who the fuck you were just-- This is over. I beg you.*

***Badrick:*** *Derrick… Pursue them. Hunt them - and bring them back to me.*

Jim begins rushing back through the woods. With nothing they can do, Randall and Michael get up and do the same. Derrick peeks around the truck, seeing the three of them running away.

***Jim:*** *DON’T WORRY DEAN - WE’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!*

Derrick rushes off into the woods, gripping his revolver.

***Badrick:*** *Well, well… Do you remember that voice?*

***Dean:*** *Jim… He’s here.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh that makes this truly special.*

Dean slowly begins crawling along the gravel in the direction of the woods, smiling through the pain.

***Dean:*** *He’s coming - I gotta save him… I gotta.*

Badrick stomps onto his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

***Dean:*** *GAHH!*

As Dean lays on the ground in pain, clenching his fists, Badrick turns back to the quarry. He grins, looking down at the sea of zombies below.