On the Move/Transcript

*“We need to keep running until we can’t run anymore. Until we’ve found somewhere that we can properly catch our breath. And then? That’s when we bring the fight back to them.”* *—Teddy*

**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

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

**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

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

**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

Tim Wersan as KYLE DOUGLASS

Alexander Siddig as MARTYN FORD

Michael Keaton as CURTIS VAN HORN

Dan Aykroyd as ED ANDERSON

**Co-Starring**

Nico Bustamante as BERNIE ORTAN

Rocco Rasanio as TONY MARSTON

Cute German Shepherd as APOLLO

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**Scene #1**

**FOREST - CABIN**

DEAN HOWARDS opens the door, stepping inside, covered in snow and front.

***Owen:*** *Well, look at that. A yeti.*

***Jim:*** *Oh - Dean* ***(He smiles)***.

***Owen:*** *Hey, by any chance, did you see them out there? It’s been a long while.*

Dean looks at him, but doesn’t give a response.

***Owen:*** *It’s not my fault that we’re leaving the cabin, Dean. It’s not safe. I’m sure you wanna keep your life going, don’t you?*

***Dean:*** *I don’t like running.*

He takes off his boots and coat, taking a seat near the fireplace.

***Dean:*** *I just don’t. If we stayed somewhere--for a long time--I’m sure, I’m honestly sure, no one would find us. Not a horde, nothing. Nobody would think of going into a remote cabin. It’s just so… So out there. It wouldn’t make sense.*

***Owen:*** *Please. This isn’t up for discussion. Just-- You’re talking like a broken record. Just put it to rest.*

***Dean: (He sighs)*** *I don’t know. Maybe you guys are right.*

***Jim:*** *Dean - come sit* ***(He points at a seat next to him)***.

Dean stands, walking over, and sitting next to him.

***Jim:*** *I still remember when I first purchased this lovely little cabin.*

***Dean:*** *It is lovely. And I’ve settled. It’s safe and homey. I just - don’t wanna think of leaving anywhere else.*

***Jim:*** *It is lovely, and it means a great deal to me but-- it isn’t safe here, Dean. We need to trust William, Jacob and everyone else. We’ve all come from the same place - and no matter what, we’ll all go to the next destination together.*

***Dean:*** *I know. I just don’t like running. It’s constant. It feels like it’s a recurring theme by this point. Run, fight, run, fight, run, fight. I don’t wanna pick up a gun anymore. I know the next time we move, we’ll have to.*

***Jim:*** *I understand… We've all lost good friends throughout it all. But eventually - that fighting will pay off. We were lucky to sustain the mall for around a month. That alone is a great feat in itself.*

***Dean:*** *There is no payoff by continuing to fight. We’ll just--* ***(He sighs)*** *I like what we have here - now.*

***Jim:*** *You have to be optimistic. As do I. But we can get something much better. Something as grand as the mall, perhaps someday.*

***Dean:*** *Maybe. I just wish that things were different. The world. I never got to do things I-- wanted. I wanted to settle down somewhere. I wanted to - to be a better husband. There’s so many things that I just can’t do now. It’s as though life itself has no purpose. If there’s no life to live, what is there to be here for?* ***(He shrugs)*** *I wanna live somewhere peaceful so at least - I could be granted that much. Granted immunity from the pain… The loss. But no. It’ll always drag on.*

***Jim:*** *And I remember when we first discussed all of this - in the storage room. You’re a better person now, Dean. You’re a survivor like everyone else here. And that means--even when we do leave this comfortable and homely cabin--you’ll be far stronger on the outside.*

***Dean:*** *I just… I don’t want to be deemed a survivor. I wanna go back to when we were just called people. You expect something like this to eventually pass. Well, the clock has ticked it’s last--*

TEDDY POWELL stands, pointing out the window.

***Teddy:*** *Hey - someone’s coming.*

WILLIAM REYNES throws open the door, stepping inside. He closes it behind him, pulling his hood down.

***Zac:*** *Looks like he’s back with bad news. I don’t see anyone else.*

***Fraser:*** *I… What is it?*

***William:*** *Good news. The hardware store is safe, warmer and better than this place. So we’ve decided to move.*

***Jim:*** *Is everyone over there okay?*

***William:*** *Everyone’s okay - we got Randall and Curtis back.*

***Teddy: (He smiles)*** *Well that is some good news.*

***William:*** *And a new girl - Rebecca. She’s trustworthy, according to Jacob.*

***Zac:*** *He’s moved on that quick?*

***Fraser: (He nudges Zac)*** *Not appropriate. Well, uh… that’s great news. When are we heading out?*

***William:*** *Now. I see no reason to delay.*

***Jim:*** *Well… I suppose you’re right. Let’s gather up our supplies - gear up, and move out.*

***Owen:*** *I think once we get there, it calls for celebration.*

Dean scowls at OWEN GLIEFIELD, looking away and gathering his things.

***Teddy:*** *And the route there is safe?*

***William:*** *Occasional stragglers. Nothing I can’t handle.*

***Zac:*** *I think he’s referring to the lake.*

***William:*** *Right… Tread carefully, that’s all I’ll say.*

***Zac:*** *Oh, well we know what that means. One of us is probably drowning today!*

***William:*** *Everyone’s gotta spread thin if we’re moving as a group. Move out from each other, keeping a just about reachable space in between us in case something goes wrong. But we can’t move as a unit. Too much weight.*

Dean exits the cabin first, stepping out into the calm, cold night.

***Jim:*** *Dean - wait. We ought to stick together.*

***Teddy:*** *Jim’s right.*

***Dean:*** *I’m not going anywhere.*

***Teddy:*** *You’re going to the hardware store, though.*

***William:*** *You’re going. Conscious or unconscious.*

***Dean:*** *I’m not going - anywhere away from here. I’m coming with you… Not that I want to go there, but…*

JIM BUTTERMAN kneels next to APOLLO.

***Jim:*** *Come on, Apollo.*

Apollo barks, wagging his tail and approaching the door.

***Zac:*** *Well - lead the way.*

William nods, stepping out, pulling up his hood.

***William:*** *Might want to squint. The frost gets your eyes.*

The rest of the group follows him out, as they journey into the woods in the middle of the night.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE BUS DEPOT - LATE AFTERNOON**

A man stumbles through the snow, a bottle in his hand. AUSTIN KINGSTON burps, before slipping on a concealed patch of ice, falling over. His whiskey spills into the snow, staining it.

***Austin:*** *Awwwww…*

He retrieves his bottle, wiping away snow from the lid, and taking a swig. Once back on his feet, Austin notices another figure stumbling around. He first thinks it’s a human, until he squints his eyes, realizing it’s no human. The zombie raises its arms, lunging forward, but Austin steps out of the way. He laughs as it tumbles into the snow. The zombie slowly gets back up.

***Austin:*** *Come and get me, boy!*

When the zombie lunges at him again, he back-steps, and falls onto the ground. Grunting, he tosses his bottle at the zombie, smashing it but only stopping the zombie for a moment. In that moment, Austin clambers back to his feet, getting into a boxing position.

***Austin:*** *Come here!*

He throws a weak punch at the zombie that does practically nothing. Sighing, he looks past the zombie, seeing a second zombie wandering towards him.

***Austin:*** *Brought your friends, huh?*

He pushes the first zombie backwards into the snow, and then stumbles over to the second zombie, taking a swing at it and completely missing. He falls face first into the snow. Groaning in pain, he starts crawling forward to evade the two zombies coming after him, his jacket getting covered in snow. Eventually, when he reaches a clear spot, he gets back up, digging into his pockets and pulling out a small screwdriver. He drives it into the cheek of one of the zombies, failing to kill it. When he tries to pull the tool out, he finds that it’s become lodged inside the zombie. Austin and the zombie fall to the ground, Austin wrestling it. He finally manages to get the screwdriver out, and jabs it into the zombie’s head. However, before he can pull the tool out, he looks up to see the second zombie falling towards him--but it stops mid-air, a knife having been put through its head. ALBERT HANSON pushes the corpse to the side.

***Austin: (He chuckles)*** *Old friend!*

He slowly gets up, wobbling a bit.

***Albert:*** *Austin, right?*

***Austin:*** *Correct! And you’re, uh… Andy?*

***Albert:*** *Alb--*

***Austin:*** *Albert! I always get it right.*

***Albert: (He sighs)*** *What happened to you, man? You look like shit.*

***Austin:*** *Don’t worry about me… I just went through some times.*

***Albert:*** *No shit.*

***Austin:*** *Question really is - what happened to you guys?*

***Albert:*** *Most of us made it out alive.*

***Austin:*** *Most, huh? Well we all know that Monica and Quincy went down, right? Anyone else?* ***(He spits into the snow)***

***Albert:*** *Felix as well. Randall, Curtis and others are missing.*

***Austin:*** *Tough life, huh. Yeahhh, not much happened to moi.*

Austin glances past Albert, seeing another zombie coming into view.

***Austin:*** *Had to somehow get my way through a horde of those things. Very surprised I’m still here right now.*

***Albert:*** *Where’d you go after?*

***Austin:*** *All over the damn place. In a matter of what? Two, three days? I was at my bar - at the neighbourhood, even at a church. I was looking for Logan. Hope that son of a bitch is still alive.*

***Albert:*** *Logan?*

***Austin:*** *Logan-- He… I was with him before I met y’all people. Never saw him again* ***(He sighs)***.

***Albert:*** *I am… sorry?*

***Austin:*** *Don’t EVER be sorry.*

He points at Albert, stumbling into him. Albert catches him, pushing him back up straight. He then looks over his shoulder at the zombie, which is now rather close.

***Albert:*** *I’ll get it.*

Albert walks up to it, raising his knife back and driving it through its eye, pushing it down in the process.

***Austin:*** *I’d score that a seven out of ten. Could have been better.*

***Albert:*** *Prove it.*

***Austin:*** *HEY DUMBASS ZOMBIES!*

***Albert:*** *Didn’t mean it like that--*

***Austin:*** *Shush… We must wait for the zombies.*

***Albert: (He sighs)*** *Tell you the truth, I lost contact with the group. I don’t know where they are right now.*

***Austin:*** *That so? Well…* ***(He taps his foot)***

***Albert:*** *Oh right, yeah. Me, Jon, Jacob and a few others went out looking for a new place to hold up. We came across a hardware store. Things were looking good until a horde showed up.*

***Austin:*** *Go on.*

***Albert:*** *Me and Jon got separated. Jon told me to make a run for it -- and so I did. I’m pretty sure Jon is dead, to tell you the truth.*

***Austin:*** *Nahhh… Jon is a tough son of a bitch. If my fat ass made my way through a horde, then so can he.*

***Albert:*** *Maybe you’re right. I just don’t see how. He was surrounded.*

Austin narrows his eyes, seeing a group of five zombies wandering into the parking lot and over to them.

***Albert:*** *Nice going.*

***Austin:*** *Man, shut up. Just-- give me your knife. I got this.*

***Albert:*** *No.*

***Austin:*** *W-what? Man, just give me the fucking knife. You lead them towards you, I’ll come out behind them and take them out.*

Albert sighs, handing over his knife.

***Albert:*** *Can’t believe I’m doing this shit.*

He jogs through snow towards the zombies, waving his arms.

***Albert:*** *Hey!*

Austin slowly stumbles forward, coming up behind the zombies. He approaches the furthest one.

***Austin:*** *Come… HERE!*

He jumps onto the zombie’s back, pulling it down, quickly stabbing it in the head. He promptly gets back to his feet, nearly falling over, as two of the remaining four zombies turn towards him. Seeing them, he charges forward, clotheslining them. He spins around, kneeling and driving the knife through one of the zombie’s heads. He and the other zombie get back to their feet at around the same time, and as Austin is trying to stab it, he slips, hitting his head.

***Austin:*** *Argh…*

***Albert:*** *Austin!*

***Austin:*** *I…*

The zombie falls onto Austin, as he struggles to hold it off. Albert rushes over, tackling it off him. Austin, his vision blurry, looks to Albert.

***Austin:*** *Albert, here.*

He tosses the knife to him. Albert catches it, stabbing the zombie closest to him, and then swiftly approaching and stabbing the last two. When it’s finally finished, Albert turns, glaring at Austin, who’s very slowly getting back up.

***Austin: (He claps)*** *Amazing job, friend.*

***Albert: (Sarcastically)*** *Ten out of ten.*

***Austin:*** *Aw… come on, we’re alive* ***(He chuckles)***.

***Albert:*** *You aren’t funny.*

***Austin:*** *Wasn’t trying to be. I think you should hold onto the knife, huh?*

***Albert:*** *Mhm.*

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**Scene #3**

**FOREST - FROZEN LAKE - EARLY MORNING**

WILLIAM REYNES and the others walk through the woods, nearing the lake. William jabs his spear into a nearby zombie, taking it out. On the horizon, the sun is just beginning to dawn.

***Owen:*** *Ice is gonna be too thin…*

***Zac:*** *The ice isn’t a concern until we reach the lake, old man.*

***Owen:*** *Didn’t know we were calling each other by our age here. I thought I had a name. I guess it’s legally changed.*

ZAC BARNES looks away from him and towards FRASER STILLER, glaring at him.

***Fraser:*** *W-what is it?*

***Zac:*** *Nothin, nothing. Just seeing how you’re dealing with all this.*

***Fraser:*** *I- I don’t know what that is meant to mean.*

***Zac:*** *Oh, you know what it means.*

***Fraser:*** *Yeah, well this isn’t the time for jokes.*

***Dean:*** *Don’t worry about it. Just keep going.*

DEAN HOWARDS steps out of the trees first, laying eyes on the frozen lake ahead of them.

***Dean:*** *This is a mess.*

***Teddy:*** *Oh my…*

***Zac:*** *Oh, this is going to be terrific.*

William heads forward, stepping onto the ice.

***Owen:*** *Wait! Shouldn’t a few of us go at a time then? That doesn’t look right, what if the cracks carry--*

***William:*** *Just get it over and done with.*

***Owen:*** *I guess that’s the way to do it.*

***William:*** *If the ice cracks across the lake - we run.*

The group slowly walk onto the lake, spreading out from each other, as they begin crossing, barely able to see the other side in the dark. And then Fraser sees a few zombies beginning to walk out of the darkness ahead of them.

***Fraser:*** *We’re, uh…*

***Jim:*** *Forget about them - just keep going.*

***William:*** *I’ll take them if needed.*

***Zac:*** *Yeah, there’s a little more than that. And we don’t have much moving space here.*

***William:*** *Nothing I can’t handle.*

The zombies on the lake start going in different directions towards everyone on the lake. One of them slips, and falls right through the ice.

***Fraser:*** *Oh-- I…*

One zombie staggers up to TEDDY POWELL, who is holding a baseball bat in his one hand. He swings it as hard as he can, sending the zombie back and caving in through the ice. Teddy steps back, walking around the hole.

***Teddy:*** *I’m fine.*

Meanwhile, OWEN GLIEFIELD, who’s near the end of the lake, comes face to face with a zombie. The zombie pushes the old man over, but he stays on the ice. Wrestling with it, Owen eventually is able to get on top of the zombie, putting his shotgun to the zombie’s face and blowing its brains out.

Near the back of the group, Fraser is moving slowly, when he notices out of the corner of his eye a zombie speeding up to him.

***Fraser:*** *Oh-- Oh!*

Fraser begins running forward, but doesn’t get far when the ice beneath him cracks, creating a hole. Half his body falls in, Fraser barely managing to hold on to the ice.

***Fraser:*** *Z-Zac! Help me!*

Zac turns, sighing and making his way over. He takes care of the zombie nearing Fraser, and then offers Fraser a hand. He takes it, getting pulled up out of the ice.

***Fraser:*** *It’s-- cold…*

***Zac:*** *I got him!*

He then steps away from Fraser, not wanting to put more pressure on the ice. The rest of the group make their way across to the other side of the lake, where William is waiting, taking out zombie after zombie with his spear.

***William:*** *This--ladies and gentlemen--is why you don’t fire your gun in the fucking wilderness.*

***Owen:*** *Oh-ho-ho, well EXCUSE ME. What was I supposed to do? Cry for help?*

***William:*** *I don’t know - stab it?*

***Jim:*** *Stop bickering.*

***Owen:*** *Well, woah, look here.*

He digs through all his pockets, revealing nothing.

***Owen:*** *Hey, look, a knife!*

He holds up an imaginary knife.

***Owen:*** *That should’ve done it!*

***Jim:*** *Stop!*

Owen grunts, going quiet. Meanwhile, Fraser and Zac are still continuing across the ice, the last ones still on it.

***Zac:*** *Keep up.*

***Fraser:*** *I am-- I am!*

Zac kicks a zombie back, which causes the ice all around to begin to crack.

***Zac:*** *Run - just run!*

Zac darts forward, and so does Fraser, both of them making it across the lake before the ice caves in.

***Jim:*** *We best waste no more time out here - let’s make it to that store.*

JIM BUTTERMAN begins climbing up the hill.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE BUS DEPOT - LATE AFTERNOON**

ED ANDERSON frowns, looking around the parking lot of the bus depot.

***Ed:*** *Well, we tried,*

***Angela:*** *We tried? We just got here.*

***Ed:*** *And there is no bus.*

***Angela:*** *We aren’t going back empty handed. We’re searching the place either way. Come on.*

***Ed:*** *Yes, ma’am…*

He follows ANGELA JAEGAR up to the doors, where she bangs on it.

**Angela:** If any dead are inside, we’ll know.

Ed peeks through the window, looking inside.

***Ed:*** *I don’t, uh… see anything. I think we’re in the clear.*

***Angela:*** *Patience is a virtue, darling.*

After a minute, Angela opens up the front doors, stepping inside, aiming her shotgun around. Ed follows her inside, kneeling down next to a bunch of scattered papers.

***Ed:*** *Well - if you wanted bus timetables, this was the right place to come to.*

***Angela:*** *It’s been ransacked* ***(She nods)***.

***Ed:*** *Probably best we get back before dark.*

***Angela:*** *I agree.*

She walks back towards the front doors, and as she steps outside, she comes to an abrupt stop, seeing two men standing on the far side of the parking lot.

***Angela:*** *Ed.*

***Ed:*** *Hm?*

***Angela:*** *Ed, come here.*

He walks over, looking out.

***Ed:*** *Uh-huh?*

***Angela:*** *Were they here before?* ***(She points the two men out)***

***Ed:*** *Who? I don’t-- Oh. Looks like a few zombies to me.*

***Angela:*** *No… look at them. They have a different posture.*

***Ed:*** *Well, uh, aren’t you against finding people?*

***Angela:*** *Curiosity gets the better of me sometimes. Come on.*

***Ed:*** *Well… I do not like this.*

They walk towards the two men in the distance, and eventually come within earshot of them. Ed waves his hand that is holding a pistol.

***Ed:*** *He- hello!*

ALBERT HANSON turns around, seeing the pistol in Ed’s hand. He draws his own pistols--which he knows have no ammo--and aims it at them.

***Ed:*** *Oh-- sorry! Wrong, uh… hand.*

Ed lowers his hand, waving with his other one. Albert slowly lowers his pistols.

***Austin:*** *These don’t look like old friends…*

***Angela:*** *Tell me - what leads you to conclude it’s better to stand out here in the cold than back there in shelter?*

***Albert:*** *I was saving this dumbass* ***(He looks at Austin)***.

***Austin:*** *Not a very kind word. Besides, m’lady, we have jackets. And who doesn’t like the winter?!*

***Ed:*** *People who want to, uh… survive.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah, yeah.*

***Ed:*** *You guys got a place?*

***Angela:*** *Does it look like it?* ***(She glances at Ed)***

***Albert:*** *No…*

***Ed:*** *Well -- just checking.*

***Albert:*** *I was separated from a group of my friends. Managed to find this old friend here. Do you know any of them? Jon, Jacob, Kate?*

***Ed:*** *We have a guy who was, uh, separated from his friends… Jon! We have a Jon!*

***Albert:*** *Really?*

***Ed:*** *We took him in. He was in bad shape--still is. We can, uh, show you to him…*

***Angela:*** *Ed…*

***Ed:*** *What? I mean come on-- We promised we’d help Jon find his friends… I did. Maybe this trip wasn’t worthless after all.*

***Albert:*** *You can trust us. Have my weapons if you want.*

***Angela:*** *Keep them.*

Albert smiles, holstering them.

***Ed:*** *We’re at, uh, the coffee shop. It isn’t far from here. Jon’s been pretty eager to leave - so you can probably take him with you to find the rest of your friends.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah-- yeah, that would work. If you could just take us to him.*

***Angela:*** *Come on then.*

Angela turns, walking off. The other men follow after her.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - NEIGHBOURHOOD - LATE AFTERNOON**

In the Willamette Neighbourhood, EDWARD REMAR is behind the wheel of the bus, driving through the streets.

***Jared & Solomon:*** *The wheels on the bus go round and round.*

***Clyde:*** *Oh I love that song. Round and round, round and round.*

***Jared:*** *Round and round.*

***Solomon:*** *Round and round.*

***Clyde:*** *The wheels on the bus go round and round, all day long--*

***Edward:*** *I’m going to steer off the road and crash if this keeps up.*

***Clyde:*** *Oh cheer up, Eddie. We’re making the best of our situation.*

***Edward:*** *You have never called me Eddie before. And you will not ever again.*

***Clyde:*** *Fine, fine.*

The three of them quiet down, looking out the windows.

***Clyde:*** *I spy with my little eye-- Oh, it’s gone.*

***Robin:*** *‘I spy’ isn’t really a game for being on the move.*

***Jared: (To Clyde)*** *Your career?*

***Clyde:*** *W-- well,* ***all*** *of our careers are gone. Mine was certainly - valuable.*

***Jared:*** *Mine involved being an internet sensation, and brutally fucking any woman that was willing to hit me up on a fanpage-- which was absolutely zero.*

A loud creak is heard at the front of the bus, followed up by sputtering sounds.

***Clyde:*** *Uh…*

***Solomon:*** *Woah…*

The engine suddenly shuts off, the bus rolling to a stop in the middle of the street.

***Clyde:*** *W- why have we stopped?*

***Edward:*** *Do you think I WANTED to stop?  We’re out of gas!*

ROBIN CLARKE peers out the window, seeing a few zombies in the area.

***Robin:*** *I’m sure the locals are friendly. Let’s just ask.*

***Edward:*** *Helpful!*

***Solomon:*** *They bite first.*

***Clyde:*** *Let’s just find a gas station.*

***Edward:*** *Good idea, Clyde. Go find one.*

***Clyde:*** *W-- Well, I doubt it’d be in a residential area like this.*

***Edward:*** *Exactly… it isn’t. We’re too far into the neighbourhood. We’ll need to take shelter in a house until morning.*

Edward grabs his cane, standing up angrily.

***Clyde:*** *We could always just sleep on the bus.*

***Robin:*** *I’d be down for that.*

***Edward:*** *It won’t be long before the bus is surrounded.*

Everyone on the bus gathers up their bags, getting to their feet.

***Clyde:*** *Well - suppose we’re going on a journey. It’s like my hit movie, Hitchhiker. In the scene - the car I am currently hitching a ride in breaks down. And I’m forced to go on a perilous journey with the driver to safety…*

***Jared:*** *That isn’t hitchhiking. Hitchhiking is sitting on the side of the road with your thumb up.*

***Clyde:*** *And I was. I finally got picked up.*

***Jared:*** *--Up your ass.*

***Solomon:*** ***(Confused)*** *What?*

***Edward:*** *Just shut up.*

Edward opens the bus doors, stepping outside. He glances around, seeing zombies beginning to stumble up towards the bus already. Seeing this, Robin draws his two pistols.

***Edward:*** *Don’t.*

***Robin:*** *You’re no fun.*

***Jared: (To Edward)*** *Why not?*

***Edward:*** *We’ll draw even more.*

***Solomon:*** *Are you high, Jared?*

JARED KELLINGS grins at him, walking off the bus.

***Clyde:*** *Seems we’re in a bit of a jam here… But fear not - I have it under control.*

CLYDE ROLLINS approaches a zombie, reaching for his knife, but can’t find it.

***Clyde:*** *Wh-where is it? It’s - It’s on the bus.*

Sighing, Clyde turns around, getting back on the bus. Meanwhile, the rest of the group begins dealing with the zombies, taking them down quietly. However, they aren’t fast enough at it. More zombies start closing in on them.

***Robin:*** *Can I shoot now?*

***Edward:*** *No! We have it handled!*

A zombie grabs onto Edward, who struggles to keep it off.

***Robin:*** *I’m gonna shoot now, okay?*

He aims his gun up, shooting the zombie grabbing Edward, before spinning around, shooting his pistols all around them at different zombies. Edward glares at him.

***Edward:*** *Well! Every zombie in the area is going to be coming this way now!*

***Robin:*** *You’d be dead in the other ending.*

Jared retreats into the bus, scared.

***Solomon:*** *Jared, come on out.*

He peeks out of the bus, not at SOLOMON REED, but at the house across the street, where he sees a man opening the front door, stepping out. BENJAMIN TAYLOR opens fire at the horde with his pistol from the doorway.

***Edward:*** *Benjamin--*

***Benjamin:*** *Get inside. Quick!*

Edward, Solomon, Robin and Clyde rush towards the house.

***Jared:*** *Guys? Is it fine?!*

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

Jared barges out of the bus, pushing past a zombie and rushing into the house. When he’s in, Benjamin grabs the door handle, closing it as he backs inside the house.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE NEIGHBOURHOOD - HOUSE**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR slams the door shut.

***Benjamin:*** *Mike! Board it back up!*

***Robin:*** *Nice place…*

***Benjamin:*** *I’ll deal with you later… Mike!*

MIKE SIMPSON speeds into the room, looking over. Zombies begin banging on the door.

***Mike:*** *You called?*

***Benjamin:*** *Board up the door. I had to tear off a few planks. The rest of you - through to the lounge.*

Benjamin follows EDWARD REMAR’s little crew into the living room, where they take their seats. As they do, Benjamin stares at ROBIN CLARKE.

***Benjamin:*** *You.*

***Robin:*** *Me?*

***Benjamin:*** *Don’t play the fool. I have half a mind to throw you out.*

***Robin:*** *It was nothing personal, boss.*

***Benjamin:*** *You’re going to call me boss?*

***Robin:*** *Habit, sorry.*

Benjamin looks away from him, and walks up to Edward and CLYDE ROLLINS.

***Clyde:*** *He-hello again.*

***Benjamin:*** *Saving your lives was the least I could do. You did your best to get my daughter to me. You even succeeded.*

***Jared:*** *Speaking of daughters - you got any chicks in here?*

Benjamin turns to look at him, unamused.

***Benjamin:*** ***(To Edward)*** *I see you have new friends…*

***Edward:*** *Indeed - travelling companions for the time being. Our bus broke down outside.*

***Benjamin:*** *I can see that.*

***Edward:*** *We lost the mall.*

***Benjamin:*** *I know. I was there. I never left town* ***(He looks at Robin)***. *You were a fool to think I would. Shane Haywood is dead.*

***Robin:*** *Huh… How’d it happen, then?*

***Benjamin:*** *He begged me for help and then I remembered that he was a traitor.*

***Robin:*** *You were leading our men to slaughter against Badrick.*

***Benjamin:*** *He killed my daugh--*

***Robin:*** *Cancer killed her. He simply prevented you from seeing her in her final moments. Just as bad, I know. But it wasn’t him.*

***Benjamin:*** *I will not save your life to hear this.*

***Solomon:*** *I’m not even gonna ask…*

***Edward:*** *You probably shouldn’t.* ***(To Benjamin)*** *I’m with you. I agree -- with you. I want Badrick dead. It’s why I’m still here.*

***Benjamin:*** *It’s the only reason myself and Mike are still here. Mike is loyal unlike some.*

***Mike:*** *Traitors are disdainful* ***(He shakes his head)''***.
***Benjamin:*** *I’m going to kill Damerae Badrick. I searched the mall all over for his corpse. I found nothing. He’s slithering about somewhere. And we’ll find him.*

***Edward:*** *I am interested in helping you find him.*

***Benjamin:*** *The sooner the better. As myself and Mike have a journey to go on.*

***Edward:*** *A journey?*

***Benjamin:*** *We’re going to find Cornelius Dance.*

***Edward:*** *Who?*

***Mike:*** *Allow me--*

***Benjamin:*** *No. Not yet. We’ll tell them if I see that they are on board with us in the first place.* ***(He looks at Edward)*** *I believe this one. Though I am unsure about his companions.*

***Clyde:*** *M-me?*

***Benjamin:*** *No, perhaps not you. You say your bus broke down? It’s exactly what we need. Refueling it is a priority.*

***Edward:*** *Then we will.*

***Mike:*** *It’ll need a lot of fuel - perhaps more than the local gas station will offer.*

***Edward: (To Jared and Solomon)*** *Still with us?*

***Jared:*** *Still alive.*

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

***Benjamin:*** *Get some rest. You can stay the night. Tomorrow morning we’ll deal with your bus problem.*

***Edward:*** *Thank you.*

Benjamin nods, turning to walk about. Mike goes with him.

***Clyde:*** *Well… this is a charming little home.*

***Robin:*** *Mm…*

SOLOMON REED shuts his eyes, relaxing into a chair.

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**Scene #7**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

Inside, CURTIS VAN HORN is standing by a window, looking outdoors, where the sun has only just risen. RANDALL FORSTER approaches from behind him.

***Randall:*** *You see anyone yet?*

***Curtis:*** *If I had, I’d be a little more alert.*

***Randall:*** *You, uh, still holding out hope for Jon?*

***Curtis:*** *‘Course. He’ll make it back.*

***Randall:*** *Well… Don’t lose hope now.*

He pats Curtis on the shoulder, and turns to walk away.

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**Scene #8**

**HARDWARE STORE - OFFICE**

In the office, KATE BLOODSTONE looks over at MARCUS DOWNES.

***Kate:*** *Still keen on this place?*

***Marcus:*** *Yeah. Why?*

***Kate:*** *I’m just asking.*

***Marcus:*** *You don’t like it, do you?*

***Kate:*** *I don’t think it’s--quite right. We’ve had nothing but trouble here so far.*

***Marcus:*** *Well - look, it doesn’t have to be permanent. We just gotta regroup with everyone here. William should be back with the others soon.*

JACOB FELDMAN opens the door, stepping inside. He lays out a map onto the table Marcus and Kate are sitting at.

***Kate:*** *What is it?*

He points at the high school.

***Kate:*** *And you’re only pointing this out now… why?*

***Jacob:*** *I wasn’t really thinking straight back at the cabin. But William and I worked at that high school. We know it well. It could do us good. I haven’t wanted to visit it - didn’t want to bear the idea of knowing a bunch of kids we used to teach died… Same goes for colleagues. But it’s the safest and most familiar place I can think of to me.*

Kate turns to Marcus.

***Kate:*** *I quite like the idea of a high school. Anything is better than this grim warehouse.*

***Marcus:*** *I’m not against it at all… I think it could work. When the others get here - I say we talk it through. Send a small group over there to scout it out.*

***Kate:*** *And have the same trouble we had here? I think we should all just go together.*

***Jacob: (He shakes his head)*** *As nice as it’d be to stick together, going on an unfamiliar journey won’t be safe for all of us. It could lead to disaster. I say we gather a group first to find a safe path there and back. Myself and William can lead the way - we know the school well enough, like I said.*

***Kate:*** *Of course.*

REBECCA DAWSON opens the door, standing in the doorway.

***Rebecca:*** *Hey - your friends are here. I see them heading across the parking lot.*

***Jacob:*** *That’s good news.*

Jacob heads for the door.

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**Scene #9**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

WILLIAM REYNES throws open the front doors, stepping inside out of the cold. The others walk in after him.

***Jim:*** *Ooh…*

***Owen:*** *Hmm. Less wood. A little bit bigger of a space. Nice.*

RANDALL FORSTER and CURTIS VAN HORN come sauntering over to greet them.

***Randall:*** *Sup, cunts.*

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

***Randall:*** *Jim* ***(He grins)***.

***Dean:*** *Well, it’s not that bad, huh?* ***(He smiles at Randall and Curtis)***

***Zac:*** ***(Quietly, to himself)*** *Ain’t this swell…*

JACOB FELDMAN and the others come walking over to the front entrance.

***Owen:*** *I’m sure you’ve spared us the dirty work of having to clear out the undead, right? Or am I gonna have to hold this thing all day?* ***(He grips his shotgun)***

***Jacob:*** *It’s clear.*

***Owen:*** *Thank fuck.*

***Jacob:*** *Jon and Albert aren’t back yet, though.*

Jacob clears his throat, stepping up onto a small box.

***Jacob:*** *Look - if I could get everyone’s attention for a moment.*

***Owen:*** *You’ve got it.*

The group all stop what they’re doing, looking up to him.

***Jacob:*** *Now I know we just got here… But I think I’ve found a better place to live in. A more familiar one to myself and William. Willamette High is a few blocks from here. I told myself for so long I didn’t want to head there -- scared of what I’d see. But I truly believe it is the best option for us all now.*

DEAN HOWARDS shakes his head, sighing, which Kate notices.

***Kate:*** *We’ve not had much luck since arriving here.*

***Dean:*** *It’s not that… No, I just - don’t wanna run around anymore…*

William approaches Jacob.

***William:*** *A word?*

He steps off the box, walking to the side with William.

***William:*** *Your rings are in the lake* ***(He nods)***.

***Jacob:*** *Thank you.*

***William:*** *But… the school. Have you considered that a building with such promise could be a bandit-occupied fortress?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah - and I know it’s risky, that’s why we scout it out first. We don’t all storm up to the door.*

William nods, and they both head back to the group.

***Aldus:*** *How long did you work there?*

***William:*** *Forever.*

***Randall:*** *We’ve got the numbers. Look at all of us. Like a mini army.*

***Zac:*** *A tired army. A tired army of people who can’t fight.*

***Randall:*** *Maybe that’s uh… something we should look into. When we get comfortable, of course. But, uh, training people up, yeah?*

***Kate:*** *Yeah.*

JIM BUTTERMAN looks over at Jacob.

***Jim:*** *If you truly think it’s a better idea to head to the school… I’m with you. But we do need to settle down soon.*

***Jacob:*** *And we will. Now myself and William will lead this trip to the school - who wants to come?*

***Kate:*** *I will.*

***Curtis:*** *I want to be here to wait for Jon.*

William glances around the others, silent.

***William:*** *Going once… Going twice…*

***Kate:*** *Hold. I need to get my things. There’s no rush.*

She walks off towards the office.

***Fraser:*** *Well… until then - this place is safe enough, right?*

***Marcus:*** *We’ve checked it one too many times.*

***Teddy:*** *You can never be too sure.*

Jacob looks around, seeing Rebecca leaning on a stack of crates nearby.

***Jacob:*** *Oh - how rude of me. Everyone, this is Rebecca.*

***Jim:*** *Hello!*

***Rebecca: (She smiles slightly)*** *Hello.*

Eventually, KATE BLOODSTONE returns, geared up.

***Kate:*** *I’m ready. We won’t be long - but don’t come looking. That’ll just open a barrel of problems for everyone. We’re fractured enough as it is.*

Jacob heads to the front door, but is stopped when APOLLO comes running up to him. He kneels down, smiling, and pets the dog.

***Jacob:*** *You can come next time, boy. Go on - relax and dry up. You’re soaked.*

Apollo barks, as Jacob gets up and heads out the door with William and Kate.

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**Scene #10**

**HARDWARE STORE - MAIN AREA**

After the departure of Jacob, William and Kate, TEDDY POWELL comes walking up to DEAN HOWARDS, who’s sitting by himself, looking down and upset.

***Teddy:*** *Dean.*

***Dean:*** *Hm?*

***Teddy:*** *You don’t need to mope any longer - we’re here. We’re not running from anything anymore… We’re just looking at our options.*

***Dean:*** *As soon as they get there… I’m sure they’re gonna come to us telling us to come there. And then we don’t settle. I just-- I don’t wanna feel like a rat anymore. Running around… It pisses me off. Makes me feel confined.*

***Teddy:*** *We didn’t have a choice to leave that mall. Would you rather have stayed?*

***Dean:*** *I didn’t mind leaving the mall. But the cabin-- That place was actually safe.*

***Teddy:*** *I’ll keep running from that conflict with the Rastas. They’d have found the cabin. Look at me.*

He raises his left arm, his hand now merely a stump; a reminder.

***Teddy:*** *I feel useless now. And most of us here… We’re beaten and tired. We need to keep running until we can’t run anymore. Until we’ve found somewhere that we can properly catch our breath. And then? That’s when we bring the fight back to them. Never forget what they took from us.* ***Who*** *they took from us.*

Dean looks at him, nodding.

***Dean:*** *Lots. I just… Hope that day would come sooner.*

***Teddy:*** *Robert. Felix. Erin.*

***Dean:*** *I don’t-- Please, I’m okay.*

***Teddy:*** *Quincy and Monica.*

***Dean:*** *I’ve got the memo. I’m--on board.*

***Jim:*** *Clayton…*

JIM BUTTERMAN sits next to Dean.

***Jim:*** *You have every right to be feeling the way you are, Dean. It isn’t wrong. But we need to deal with this in the best way that we can.*

***Dean:*** *I know.*

***Jim:*** *And we will, won’t we?*

***Dean: (He shrugs)*** *I’m not a soldier but - I’ll try my best. I just hope I get to do what I’ve wanted to do.*

***Randall:*** *We’ll make a soldier out of you, yet.*

***Dean: (He chuckles)*** *Alright, drill sergeant.*

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA**

LLOYD WALLER sits at a table, reading a comic book, bored. He pauses from the book, reaching into his bag.

***Lloyd:*** *Want another soda? I’ve got a fruit twist one here.*

KYLE DOUGLASS looks up at him.

***Kyle:*** *What’s that? That- that right there.* ***(He points at the comic book)*** *I gave you that two weeks ago, Lloyd. I told you - I wanted it back! I have--*

He digs through his pocket, taking out a small notepad.

***Kyle:*** *I have HUNDREDS of notes. Simply just on-on the dialogue - of the characters. Come on, you’ve gotta give it back eventually. I’ve been begging you. And-- oh, yes. I would very much like another soda.*

Lloyd sets the comic book down on the table, rolling the soda across to him. When Kyle goes to take it, he drops it. He picks it back up.

***Lloyd:*** *And by the way - checkmate. This isn’t yours* ***(He raises the comic)***. *It’s from the library.*

Kyle opens the soda as he gets ready to speak, but the soda then shoots up out of the can, covering his face. Soda drips down Kyle’s hair and face. He sighs.

***Kyle:*** *Well… Oh, I can’t argue there. But here, here-- look at this! The main character, Artrumal, here.*

He opens his notepad, showing Lloyd.

***Kyle:*** *So… his interactions with that girl, Saaadieeeeeee. Which is - a very out of place name for the entire book in general. It’s a sci-fi book! Sadie? SADIE?! Really? Like - like, for a sci-fi book? What about… What about Saidor--*

***Lloyd:*** *Yeah - I get it* ***(He smiles)***.

***Kyle: (Continuing)*** *No, that’s gross. What about-- hmm… Maybe… Maybeeeeee… Uh…*

He sips his soda.

***Kyle:*** *OH-- OH. SODIE? Soda, Sodie? Get it?*

***Lloyd:*** *Oh, I got an idea. How about you take a trip to the library and gather up all the comics in the series for us.*

***Kyle:*** *LLOYD-- BEST IDEA EVER. WE COULD GO OVER THE ENTIRE SERIES! THANK YOU, MAN!*

He pats his soda-soaked hand on Lloyd’s shoulder, and rushes off to the library, leaving his notepad behind. Lloyd watches him go, smiling, but happy to finally have peace and quiet. Lloyd reaches over, taking Kyle’s notepad and starts flipping through it. As he does, he notices TONY MARSTON entering the cafeteria. Tony spits out a piece of gum into the trash can. Lloyd, seeing him, coughs loudly, trying to get his attention.

***Lloyd:*** *I… I have, uh… mint. Mint gum. If you’re, uh… out. Just an offer…*

***Tony:*** *Sure.*

Tony strolls over, extending his hand. Lloyd hands him a mint gum, and Tony pops it in his mouth, looking down at the notepad in Lloyd’s hand, seeing sketches.

***Tony:*** *Not bad, kid.*

***Lloyd:*** *Oh-- not mine. And, uhhh, aren’t we the same age?*

***Tony:*** *Go with it.*

***Lloyd:*** *Right.*

***Tony: (Sitting next to him)*** *Who’s drawings?*

***Lloyd:*** *Kyle’s. He, uh, spends pretty much all of his time with that book now. But I don’t blame him. He’s, uh… He likes to try and forget about all of this. I mean - I do, too. I-- I think everyone does but-- Kyle has difficulty dealing with it.*

***Tony:*** *I spent all my time on that piece of gum. Had it since the other day.*

***Lloyd:*** *I don’t, uh, usually see you around.*

***Tony:*** *It’s ‘cause I’m out. Circling the old track. If I’m not the greatest with this arm ‘cause of - whatever you call it - gotta keep my legs in shape, huh?*

***Lloyd: (Nodding slowly)*** *Yeah… Yeah.*

***Tony:*** *I miss how it used to be.*

***Lloyd:*** *I, uh, don’t think you’re alone there.*

***Tony:*** *I mean - sure, school was shit, but it was the good type of shit. Hell, I even miss the ‘more culturally appropriate’ kids.*

Lloyd takes a sip from his soda.

***Lloyd:*** *Cool…*

Tony, sensing that Lloyd wasn’t interested, stands back up.

***Lloyd:*** *I’ll leave ya’ to it.*

He dusts off his jacket, walking off.

***Lloyd:*** *See ya…*

Lloyd watches Tony go, and then glances over at BERNIE ORTAN, who’s also getting up from a table by himself. He walks off.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FRONT COURTYARD - MORNING**

JACOB FELDMAN pushes open a gate, stepping into the front courtyard of the school. He immediately notices a few of the windows boarded up.

***Jacob:*** *It’s occupied.*

***Kate:*** *How do you know?*

He points out the windows to her.

***Kate:*** *They could be from somewhere who stayed here prior to this.*

***Jacob:*** *It’s been lived in all the same… And they could still be here. Come on.*

He, KATE BLOODSTONE and WILLIAM REYNES walk up the path towards the front doors, the windows of which have been blocked with cloth. Jacob tries the doorknob, but it’s locked.

***Jacob:*** *I suppose we can try knocking.*

***Kate:*** *Are you serious?*

***Jacob:*** *Well - we won’t be able to climb through a window without disrupting anything.*

William tries the handle himself, and when he confirms it’s locked, he punches the door.

***William:*** *Knock.*

***Jacob:*** *Your punch probably did the job.*

Jacob knocks anyway.

***Kate:*** *It’s a big building… I just don’t know if a knock will have much of an eff--*

The door opens, and BRUCE BOSEMAN stands in the doorway, looking at them. Jacob and William look at him, speechless.

***Kate:*** *Uh--*

***Bruce:*** *Pleasant surprise. Come in* ***(He beckons them)***.

***Jacob:*** *I…*

Jacob nods slowly, walking through the doors.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER**

BRUCE BOSEMAN closes the door behind them, smiling at them.

***Jacob:*** *I… I don’t know what to say. You’ve been here the whole time?*

***Bruce: (He nods)*** *The whole time.*

***Jacob:*** *I’m sorry we didn’t check in… We, uh… We thought it wouldn’t be-- good here.*

***Bruce:*** *I watched most of them die, Jacob. You were right not to come checking.*

***Jacob:*** *How many of there are you?*

***Bruce:*** *Six.*

***Jacob:*** *Including you?*

***Bruce:*** *Including me.*

***Jacob:*** *The faculty?*

***Bruce:*** *The faculty - we tried our best* ***(He sighs)***.

***Jacob:*** *They are all gone?*

***Bruce: (He shakes his head)*** *History teacher - Martyn. He’s still alive.*

JACOB FELDMAN nods slowly.

***Bruce:*** *It’s just you three? Actually - answer that in my office.*

He leads the three of them down a hallway towards the principal’s office.

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**Scene #14**

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

JACOB FELDMAN and KATE BLOODSTONE enter the office behind BRUCE BOSEMAN, William having decided to stay out in the hall. Jacob immediately notices MARTYN FORD.

***Jacob:*** *Martyn* ***(He nods)***.

Martyn rolls his wheelchair forward slightly, smiling up at him.

***Martyn:*** *Jacob, nice to see you again.*

***Jacob: (To Bruce)*** *It’s really just been you guys and a few students?*

***Bruce:*** *Sadly. The students aren’t - taking it the best.*

***Jacob:*** *How are you for supplies?*

***Bruce:*** *We’re doing relatively okay - relying on a few frozen school dinners. It could be worse.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ve come from the mall. Well-- It* ***was*** *our place. We had some… trouble.*

***Bruce:*** *I saw. Which of the two evils?*

***Jacob:*** *People.*

***Bruce:*** *And which of the other two evils? The soldiers or - the gangsters?*

***Jacob:*** *You saw it all, huh? It was a big event… They both clashed at the mall where we were. The town is a wreck, isn’t it?*

***Bruce:*** *It’s a warzone. Think Chernobyl without the radiation.*

***Jacob:*** *I’ve seen part of it. I don’t want to see anymore. I’m sorry we weren’t here. We actually came in hopes of staying… We didn’t expect anyone. I’m glad you’re here, though. Both of you.*

***Bruce:*** *I’m glad you weren’t here. It would’ve sent you to an early grave… the sheer sight of it.*

***Jacob:*** *We have quite a lot of people - tired people.*

***Kate:*** *Good people. I’m Kate. Kate Bloodstone.*

***Martyn:*** *I barely made it out in one piece.*

***Kate:*** *I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry to cut to the chase but-- Will you allow us to stay here? It seems you have the space and could use the company.*

***Bruce:*** *Of course* ***(He nods)***.

***Jacob:*** *Thank you.*

***Bruce:*** *No - thank you. I’m sure my positivity wouldn’t uphold much longer.*

***Jacob:*** *I didn’t truly know what to expect. People change. I’m a different person now. I imagine both of you are, too. Sometimes people change for the worse.* ***(Coldy)*** *My pregnant fiance to be was shot through the stomach.*

***Bruce: (He frowns)*** *I watched legions of--kids--get eaten alive. We’ve both had our fair share of tragedy. And we’ll be better people for it. The steeper the hill, the quicker you’ll roll down in.*

***Jacob: (Shaking his head)*** *Some people change for the worse. I don’t know where I sit yet. It’s good to see you both again.*

***Bruce:*** *And you.*

Kate glances at Bruce and Martyn.

***Kate:*** *Mind if - we have a moment?*

She takes Jacob out of the office, where they see WILLIAM REYNES leaning on the wall.

***Kate:*** *Better or worse than you’d planned?*

***Jacob:*** *Better.*

***William:*** *Better. I came here with every intention to murder a platoon of bandits.*

***Kate: (To Jacob)*** *Something feels off with you, though.*

***Jacob:*** *Because the people here are familiar. The place isn’t. But it’ll do.*

He turns to face Kate.

***Jacob:*** *Go back and get the others. Bring them all here. Will you be okay?*

***Kate:*** *Of course I will. I’ll return with everyone as soon as possible.*

She nods to both of them, turning and walking down the hall towards the front entrance. When she’s gone, Jacob approaches William.

***Jacob:*** *Usually when you find - a new haven like this… You’re meant to feel happy. Optimistic. I don’t. I take it you don’t either.*

***William:*** *I’ve not felt it since the mall. We’ll be fine here. It’ll do, but…*

***Jacob:*** *I think Dean is right.*

***William:*** *Nah, forget it, it’ll be fine.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ll just have to make do. Bring everyone here - see where it goes. It’s got the potential to be good. I just don’t feel it yet.*

***William:*** *I’ve got too much on my mind to be dealing with constant movement…*

William slumps down, sighing.

***Jacob:*** *Get some rest. You need it.*

***William:*** *I’ve gotten too much.*

***Jacob:*** *Get some more - or go see Bruce and Martyn. I’m gonna take a look around.*

Jacob walks down the hall.