Adaptation/Transcript

*“Killing isn’t right, we all know it. But if it must be done, it must be done.”* *—Benjamin*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

**Also Starring**

Terry McGovern as OWEN GLIEFIELD

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Steven Ogg as STEVEN PHILIPS

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Jamie Dornan as ROBERT MORGAN

Jared Leto as JARED KELLINGS

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

David Lyons as SHANE HAYWOOD

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - EVENING**

WILLIAM REYNES climbs out onto the roof, his sniper in hand. Crouching, he heads over towards the ledge, where he prones down and looks through his sniper scope. JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE and ALBERT HANSON emerge from the vents a few seconds later.

***Jacob:*** *There’s nothing out there.*

***William:*** *How can you be sure?*

***Albert:*** *Might be snipers, be careful.*

Below in the mall parking lot, two trucks are seen speeding off, barely visible to the human eye thanks to the night sky.

***Albert:*** *Shit…*

***Jacob:*** *They your friends, Albert?*

***Albert:*** *Could be.*

***Jacob:*** *Well, chances are they’ll be coming back. We’ve got to get this place ready, do our best.*

***Albert: (Nodding)*** *Fortify it.*

***Erin:*** *We don’t have enough weapons - but we can board up the entrance. We could bring the zombies inside some of the plazas to our advantage.*

***William:*** *We could bring them all to the Entrance Plaza, and just turtle out in the security room. Leave them to fight the horde.*

RANDALL FORSTER and CLAYTON FREEMAN come sprinting up the roof.

***Randall:*** *Oy, what’d I hear?*

***Albert:*** *An explosion.*

***Jacob:*** *Attackers, I guess.*

***Clayton:*** *How many attackers?*

***Albert:*** *We don’t know.*

William gets to his feet, slinging the rifle over his back.

***William:*** *I’ll go do a brief zombie summary, check all the plazas.*

***Jacob:*** *Wait, wait. We don’t need to do that. I’ve got a plan, ladies and gents. But it’s gritty.*

William sighs.

***Jacob:*** *William - come on, trust me.*

***William:*** *Fine -- fine, okay.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ve got two main entrances to protect, Entrance Plaza and the North Plaza. Here’s how it’ll work - Clayton, Randall, Albert, you three go down to the security room, get Owen and Dean -- you’re all handling the North Plaza. It’s the back entrance, it’s crucial. You handle it with firepower, set up a defense at the door. William, you’re sniping. Pick off what you can from here, on the roof. I’ll take Erin and Felix down to the front entrance. We’ll fortify it up, and ensure there’s zombies there.*

All around, people nod their head at Jacob.

***Jacob:*** *Get going, people.*

***Randall:*** *Who’s going to get the boys in the security room?*

***Albert:*** *Me.*

***Clayton:*** *So will I.*

***Randall:*** *Aight, meet me in the North!*

Randall goes to run off, but he suddenly stops.

***Randall:*** *Wait! In the basement, we’ve got people from the North Plaza locked down there. What do we do about them? Leave them there for dead?*

***Erin:*** *Think they could help us?*

***Jacob:*** *Depends if they are trusted, I guess. We could pick and choose. I’d rather Clyde didn’t get out.*

Randall shrugs, as he heads off to the elevator. Albert and Clayton climb down the vents into the security room.

***Jacob:*** *Erin-- change of plans. We’re going to get them.*

***Erin:*** *Got it. William, be careful.*

William nods to them, as they rush off headed for the basement.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #1**

In the waiting room, DEAN HOWARDS sits in one of the seats, tired. He goes to rest his head in his hands, but stops quickly after realizing his hands were wet with something. He digs through his pocket, taking out a phone and using the black screen to get a look at his face, where he notices a bloody handprint now on his face. He sighs, trying to rub it away with his coat, but it doesn’t work. Out of options, he gets up and approaches OWEN GLIEFIELD.

***Dean:*** *I presume you might have a, uh - a rag on you?*

He smiles awkwardly, trying to be friendly to the doc.

***Owen: (Scowling)*** *Don’t ask me for nothing. I don’t respect you. A goddamn drunk who never looks ahead - just hangs at the sidelines. Get out of my face, you swine.*

***Dean: (Frowning)*** *I--I’m just trying to be friend--*

***Owen:*** *Let’s be real. You ain’t friendly to nobody.*

***Dean:*** *I just killed--two men. I saved someone - do you thin--*

***Owen:*** *And would you have saved someone again?*

Dean, frowning, retreats back to his chair.

***Felix:*** *Can all you useless bastards do is argue while we’re potentially under attack?*

The door is pushed open, as ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN enter the security room, looking on at Dean and Owen.

***Albert:*** *Let’s go.*

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - LEISURE PARK - EVENING**

ALBERT HANSON, CLAYTON FREEMAN, DEAN HOWARDS and OWEN GLIEFIELD rush into Leisure Park, where they see ERIN MONROE and JACOB FELDMAN fighting off zombies up ahead. After bashing a zombie’s head in, Jacob turns to see them.

***Jacob:*** *You bunch! Come collect the prisoners with us!*

***Albert:*** *Alright!*

The group of four join up with Jacob and Erin, and fight through a few remaining zombies, making it to the basement doors.

**Scene #3 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BASEMENT**

Clayton slams the basement doors closed after everyone is in, before he steps down the stairs with the others.

***Erin:*** *Place gives me the creeps.*

***Jacob:*** *Last time I was down here, Clyde tried to have me minced up by a cult of killers.*

***Clayton:*** *Clyde’s still down here, right?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, Clyde’s here.*

***Albert: (Shaking his head)*** *Clyde…*

**Scene #3 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BASEMENT/POWER ROOM**

CLYDE ROLLINS peeks through the chain link fence surrounding him, and sees Jacob and the others strolling over.

***Clyde:*** *Oh, heroes, heroes!*

He drops to his knees.

***Clyde:*** *You’re here to release me! Oh thank god!*

***Jacob:*** *Shut up, Clyde.*

TEDDY POWELL glances through the gate at them.

***Teddy:*** *Gonna tell us what that ruckus was about?*

***Jim:*** *I do say, there’s quite - cruel conditions down here. Dark-- gloomy, and cold.*

***Jacob:*** *It’s temporary.*

***Clyde:*** *You’ve got to let us out of here! Please!*

***Teddy:*** *If I spend another minute with this buffoon I’m gonna be real upset.*

***Erin:*** *What benefit is Clyde going to be? I don’t think there is one. Maybe a human shield?*

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

***Teddy:*** *A human shield for what? What was the ruckus? You won’t tell us. Why are you all being so quiet, what’s going on?*

***Jacob:*** *Potential attack up and coming. We’re facing it with--lesser numbers.*

***Teddy:*** *So you’re coming to us to have more bodies on your side, more targets. Well, I don’t take kindly to that.*

***Jacob:*** *You want a chance to prove yourself or not?*

***Jim:*** *I must say-- I’m not truly excellent with a gun. And Clyde here - well, he won’t be of much use.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes, exactly. I feel my skills are more - genius than brawn. Brains over brawn!*

***Jacob:*** *Except you don’t have a brain either.*

***Teddy:*** *Care to remind me why it was only us who were taken prisoner? There were tons of people in that North Plaza. And Jim here wasn’t even bad.*

***Erin:*** *Leslie’s lieutenants, were you not?*

***Teddy:*** *She trusted us, but what of it? In the end she obviously didn’t trust us enough. We didn’t know what was going on.*

***Jacob:*** *You’re being let out now.*

***Teddy:*** *In a time of turmoil.*

***Jacob:*** *Every time now is a time of turmoil. The dead are walking, stop whining.*

***Jim:*** *Not very fair to say he’s whining. But-- I’ll just stay quiet…*

Dean clears his throat, speaking up.

***Dean:*** *Couldn’t we simply--dig a hole out of here? I’m sure we have enough tools in the mall to do so. I sure really don’t wanna deal with this place anymore.*

***Jacob:*** *What the fuck are you on about?*

***Dean:*** *Well--we can escape the mall that way.*

***Jacob:*** *Not a chance. We’re fighting for it, and you’re helping.*

***Albert:*** *Do you guys have this handled? I might head over to the North Plaza, see how Randall is doing.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, go ahead.*

Albert nods, stepping out.

***Clyde:*** *You have to let me out of here! If the attack goes WRONG, they’ll come for us! I’ll be a sitting duck!* ***(To Dean)*** *YOU SIR! Open -- open the cell!*

Dean narrows his eyes, studying Clyde, until he recognizes who he is--again.

***Dean:*** *CLYDE ROLLINS--AGAIN! OF COURSE!*

He scampers over, unlocking the cell and opening it. Clyde, Teddy and JIM BUTTERMAN step out, thankful.

***Teddy:*** *Where are we defending from?*

***Jacob:*** *Alright, so - you guys are following Clayton. He’s going to take you all to the North Plaza. You’ll set up a defense. Erin and I are going to the Entrance Plaza.*

***Erin:*** *So step to it, boys.*

***Jim:*** *Well, at least I’m familiar with the North Plaza.*

***Clyde:*** *Very well, very well. Lead the way, officer.*

Clayton leads them all out of the basement.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - LEISURE PARK - EVENING**

ERIN MONROE and JACOB FELDMAN head up into Leisure Park sometime after everyone else, and they encounter ROBERT MORGAN killing off a few zombies.

***Erin:*** *Robert? What are you doing down here? Nevermind-- come on, we’re heading to the front entrance.*

***Robert:*** *Wh-what?*

***Erin:*** *Come on!*

Without question, Robert goes after them.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

ALBERT HANSON enters the North Plaza, and not far behind him is CLAYTON FREEMAN and the others. KATE BLOODSTONE comes running up, looking panicked.

***Kate:*** *I heard an explosion - what happened?!*

***Albert:*** *Attackers. They ran off, but they’ll probably be back.*

RANDALL FORSTER comes walking out of a nearby store, looking over to them.

***Randall:*** *Ey, you guys took your time. I’ve boarded up the entrance here.*

***Albert:*** *Yeah, we were helping Jacob with the -- prisoners.*

***Clyde:*** *So - how is all this going to work?*

***Teddy:*** *I imagine you’ll be using my gun store for firepower. You’ll need it. Maybe set up some barricades by the doors?*

***Jim:*** *I’ve got-- metal shelves in my supermarket. If people could carry them out…?*

***Randall:*** *I’m on it.*

***Albert:*** *I’ll help.*

***Clayton:*** *Alright.*

The three of them, as well as DEAN HOWARDS and OWEN GLIEFIELD head inside the supermarket.

***Teddy:*** *I’ll head to my gun store, ready up some guns.*

TEDDY POWELL walks off.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA/SEON’S SUPERMARKET**

In the supermarket, DEAN HOWARDS takes a seat towards the back of the store, trying to clean the blood off himself. As he’s sitting there, a gunshot echoes in his head, making him flinch. He looks around, seeing OWEN GLIEFIELD nearby.

***Dean:*** *By any chance is there-- oh, you know - pure curiosity, but… is there any exits that you know of? A--clean exit. No need to fight or-or -- do anything. Just a… an exit to outside? Maybe a backdoor or-- I don’t care.*

***Owen:*** *All you wanna do is leave. This is exactly what I’ve been saying.* ***(He shakes his head)*** *A let down.*

***Dean: (Frowning)*** *I killed a man--*

***Owen:*** *You killed yourself.*

Dean looks down, as Owen helps some of the others push a shelf out of the store.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

After a while of moving shelves, the back entrance has become relatively secure, a barricade having been set up. As they’re putting on the finishing touches, Teddy finally comes out of his gun store hauling a heavy crate behind him. In it: guns.

***Randall:*** *Alright… we’ve got a pretty good set up now.*

***Clyde:*** ***(Nervously grinning)*** *Well - this has been fun. But I think - I’d rather go.*

***Jim:*** *Oh, nonsense, Clyde. You stay with the rest of us. These people are giving us a chance.*

***Albert:*** *No time for leaving now. These attackers will probably be here soon.* ***(Quietly, to himself)*** *And I would’ve expected Marcus and them to be here by now…*

OWEN GLIEFIELD glances over at DEAN HOWARDS, giving him a stern look.

***Owen:*** *Maybe for once--you can prove your worth. But no. You’ll toss it away.*

***Dean:*** *W-- What’s your problem, man! I- I’m tired of your judging! I’ve done more than you in--in a simple day! I’m professional - I have a job. I make fifty thousand a year--*

***Owen:*** *Does that matter anymore? Prove your worth. Otherwise you’re no better than the bodies outside.*

He frowns angrily, turning and walking off back into the supermarket.

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

ERIN MONROE, JACOB FELDMAN and ROBERT MORGAN come walking into the Entrance Plaza, surveying the area.

***Jacob:*** *Right - let’s gather up some of these benches and use them to--*

He stops mid-sentence, noticing somebody casually walking down the stairs to them. STEVEN PHILIPS flashes a grin at Jacob.

***Steven:*** *Hiya, tough guy.*

***Jacob:*** *Well holy shit, it’s the homeless man.*

***Erin:*** *You stopped by at the wrong time. You best get out of here quickly. It’s about to be a battleground. And there aren’t many of us defending.*

Steven claps his hand in excitement.

***Steven:*** *Ohohoh, I’m more than happy to stay and help.* ***(He looks over to Robert)*** *Who’s this?*

***Robert:*** *I’m a--*

Robert stops, covering his mouth to cough loudly. Steven looks away from him in disgust.

***Erin:*** *What’s your name again - sorry?*

***Steven:*** *Steven.*

***Erin:*** *Right. Help us haul some things over. We need this door blocked.*

Steven nods, heading over to a vending machine to start pushing it over, slowly. Jacob and Erin do the same but with benches.

***Steven: (To Robert)*** *Sick boy -- I’ll take it. Actually - sick boy doesn’t sound appealing. Black lung sounds better. Okay, black lung, leave it to the professionals.*

Robert frowns, standing out of their way.

Above them on the second floor, FELIX QUARTERMAN comes walking out to check on the progress.

***Felix:*** *We don’t have enough fucking people to do this…*

***Steven:*** *Which stupid fucks are trying to square up?*

***Jacob:*** *Most of us have not even met them.*

***Erin:*** *And most of us are probably going to die before we truly get to know them.*

***Jacob:*** *A new group we met - apparently needed help. I say ‘we’, but-- not me. Albert and-- Robert here.*

***Robert:*** *Me and Albert--* ***(He coughs)*** *Yeah.*

***Erin:*** *They better be good damn people.*

***Felix: (Grumbling quietly)*** *We’re fucking dead. There isn’t any hope for us.*

Steven looks over at Robert.

***Steven:*** *So what the fuck is wrong with you?*

***Robert:*** *Flu-- flu, it’s all good.*

***Steven:*** *Right, right.*

After pushing over a few things, Steven grabs a soda from within the vending machine and chugs it. He tosses the can and looks at everyone else.

***Steven:*** *So -- ladies and gents! What’s the plan? You see - from all the movies I watched--where the protagonist or main group had to turtle up--they always had one thing. The big, scary element of surprise.*

***Jacob:*** *We don’t have it this time, because we aren’t staying here. We’re just - holding them off. The aim is… well, board up and rely on the zombies in the carpark. And then--*

***Erin:*** *Do our best. And we will.*

***Felix: (Quietly)*** *Oh my fucking god, I can’t--*

***Steven:*** *But how does that negate our element of surprise? They know we’re here, yeah. But they don’t know how we will hit them, where exactly we are, all that. Those - those sniper fucks, right? They had the element of surprise on us. They were in the dark, they got the jump on us. Got us pinned down early in the fight. Couldn’t we easily do the same? Sure, we don’t have sniper rifles, but controlled focus-fire works just as well, if not better.*

***Jacob:*** *We could do it-- pick a few men off - but we’d need to run like hell to the North Plaza after that.*

***Erin:*** *Then we’ll run. Anything we can do to pick a few off. A few extra. It counts.*

***Steven:*** *Let’s assume they have a chain of command. Would a good leader let ALL his men die? It could be easily said he would - yeah, but it’s the apocalypse. Different circumstances, people are a resource. So they’d have to retreat at some point. So all we gotta do is kill them.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, but you’re an idiot if you think we can take an army here without needing to fall back a few plazas. We’re going to the North, or we’ll be overwhelmed. We wait here, pick off the first few, then fall back.*

***Steven:*** *Of course, of course.*

***Felix:*** *No - nope. Nope, nope.*

Jacob finally looks up at Felix, acknowledging him.

***Jacob:*** *Felix, this is not the time.*

***Felix:*** *For what? Living? I’m not - I’m not doing this. It’s Absurd. Bullshit! If I want to die - it won’t be with a gun in my hand. It’ll be with a bottle of whiskey.*

He turns around and storms off back into the security room.

***Erin:*** *Let him go.*

***Jacob:*** *We’re one man down already. This is going well…*

***Steven:*** *Do we have* ***any*** *sniper rifles?*

***Jacob:*** *One on the roof.*

***Steven:*** *Being used?*

***Jacob:*** *Mm-hmm.*

***Steven:*** *Okay - okay. Then there’s hope…*

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - FIRST FLOOR**

At the museum, BENJAMIN TAYLOR is standing, overlooking the main lobby, where some forty men are waiting around, ready to go and fight. The front door swings open, ROBIN CLARKE swaggering inside.

***Robin:*** *Sir. It would seem that the mall of survivors we’re attacking has a - large population of the dead out front. It would be safer to bring more men. We don’t know how many people are in that mall.*

***Benjamin:*** *I’ll send you back out with Shane - and forty men, fully equipped. That should be enough. I want every possible entrance stormed.*

***Robin:*** *Of course, sir.*

***Benjamin:*** *Mr. Haywood!*

SHANE HAYWOOD steps into the lobby from a nearby room.

***Benjamin:*** *Take your convoy, roll out to that mall, storm in there and deal with these thieves. Forty men join you.*

***Shane:*** *Alright.*

***Benjamin:*** *If this becomes dangerous in any way, you withdraw. We fall under ten men and this is some kind of bullshit trap, you get out.*

Shane nods slowly.

***Robin:*** *We’ll handle it, sir. Shall we leave?*

***Shane:*** *I suppose we should.*

Robin nods, walking out the front doors. Shane does the same, waving their army to follow along. Outside, the forty armed men hop into the back of trucks, and the convoy speeds off.

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**Scene #10**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

KATE BLOODSTONE picks up a shotgun from the crate of guns. She looks at it, terrified.

***Kate:*** *I’ve never killed a person before… is it-- does it change you?*

***Randall:*** *Eh, you get used to it.*

***Kate:*** *That - that isn’t what I asked. This… this is a big deal.*

The rest of the gang take out their weapon of choice, including many people who survived the previous battle in the North Plaza.

***Kate:*** *Do we know when they are coming?*

***Randall:*** *Nope. But this barricade - is fucking badass.*

The survivors take their positions around the plaza, placing themselves behind the barricade or elsewhere for protection.

***Randall:*** *Is that gambler joining us? Or whoever the fuck he is. And don’t we have a medic here? Would be nice to have him - y’know, somewhere where he could help.*

***Owen:*** *I’m right here, friend.*

***Randall:*** *Here* ***(He tosses him a pistol)''***. One of us gets shot, you can help, right? I’ve seen you performing some miracles.
***Owen:*** *I sure hope so.*

Kate sits behind the barricade, holding onto her shotgun whilst shaking.

***Kate:*** *Does-- does it hurt? Dying? I…*

She tears up and has a small panic attack on the spot.

***Owen:*** *Calm down, yeah? It’s fine. You’ll be okay.*

Kate nods slowly, breathing slowly.

***Dean:*** *What are you guys doing - going and shooting people? This is a mall… this doesn’t--*

RANDALL FORSTER takes a shotgun from the crate of guns and tosses it to DEAN HOWARDS, who refuses to catch it.

***Randall:*** *Come on. Pick it up or they’ll kill us quicker.*

***Dean:*** *You can’t be serious--*

***Teddy:*** *We’ve all gotta fight. Ain’t got no choice. It’s that or we lose this place. If us - prisoners are willing to help, you should be too.*

***Randall:*** *Our people saved  you, Dean. So wise up. Come down and join us.*

Dean frowns, slowly bending down and picking up the weapon.

***Jim:*** *And - what is to be done with Mr. Rollins?*

***Clyde:*** *I’d probably - get hurt out at that barricade. Maybe me and Dean here can-- go to a shop and wait it out. Just one nearby. To evaluate what’s going on. Ensure it’s all in check!*

***Jim: (Shaking his head)*** *I know what they can do. They can stay by that crate, slide us over any new magazines.*

***Randall:*** *Well, that’s a damn good idea, old man.*

***Jim:*** *How about it?*

***Clyde:*** *Uh - yes. Okay, okay. I suppose I can do that.*

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**Scene #11**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - MIDNIGHT**

In the middle of the night, a convoy of five trucks enter the mall’s parking lot, stopping a good distance away from the front doors. SHANE HAYWOOD, ROBIN CLARKE and forty armed men jump out of the trucks, looking on at the mall. And then one of them drops dead, as a gunshot and a muzzle flash comes from up on the roof. Quickly, everyone ducks down behind the trucks and other abandoned vehicles for cover.

***Robin:*** *Sir, shall I take the front or back entrance?*

***Shane:*** *You take the back.*

***Robin: (Nodding)*** *I’ll take twenty men.*

***Shane:*** *And I got the rest.*

***Robin:*** *Are you heading in through the front? I say it’s best to lure in a whole horde of the dead first. Maybe we ought to make some noise? Bring some more?*

Robin smiles as he fires into the air a few more times. While waiting in cover, a small zombie horde appears from down the street.

***Shane:*** *Oh boy, I like that.* ***(He grins)***

***Robin:*** *I say it’s best you let them go ahead and enter the plaza. Once they’re in, it’ll force back any resistance. You can wander right in after.*

***Shane:*** *It’ll work.*

***Robin:*** *I’ll take my group back now. I’ll collect any stragglers I find and lure them into the back.*

Shane nods as Robin assigns twenty men to himself, before directing them over towards the side of the mall. As they’re running, another muzzle flash from the rooftop, and one more man drops dead.

Shane and the rest of the soldiers sit patiently as a horde of zombies stumble up towards the front entrance.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

In the Entrance Plaza, JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE, STEVEN PHILIPS and ROBERT MORGAN are waiting around, when suddenly they hear a gunshot from outside. A few moments later, more shots.

***Jacob:*** *You hear that? I suppose that’s a sign…*

***Steven:*** *How many gunshots was that?*

***Erin:*** *Quite a few. How much ammo do we have between us all? I’ve got thirteen bullets…*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t have much.*

***Steven: (Raising his assault rifle)*** *Found this in the Wonderland Plaza, had a fuck ton of ammo with it.*

After a couple of minutes, Jacob goes quiet, looking over towards the front doors.

***Jacob:*** *Hear that? They must be coming in-- Oh my…*

He looks out the windows, seeing a horde of zombies beginning to enter through the doors and tear through the barricade.

***Steven:*** *Don’t waste your ammo on the horde, shoot the soldiers.*

***Jacob:*** *Do you see any fucking soldiers? We’re going to be forced back.*

***Steven:*** *Fine. Where’s our best route to the North Plaza?*

***Jacob:*** *Uh-- through to paradise, through the casino - and then we’d be there.*

***Erin:*** *Jacob… we can’t risk being here. We need to join the others.*

***Steven:*** *Any balconies or vantages in the Paradise Plaza?*

***Jacob:*** *Second floor, it has a walkway-- views over the place. But-- when they come in we’d be trapped. I’m not going up there.*

***Steven:*** *You two can go.*

The barricade begins to fall apart as zombies start funneling through into the plaza.

***Jacob:*** *Erin, come on.*

***Erin:*** *No - let’s do our best.*

She begins slicing away at the zombies, taking down one after another.

***Jacob:*** *We can’t waste time on the dead.*

***Steven:*** *Retreat, come on.*

***Erin:*** *Ugh--*

She turns back, putting away her weapon and rushing off into Paradise Plaza with Jacob, Steven and Robert.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - BACK ENTRANCE - MIDNIGHT**

Outside of the mall, ROBIN CLARKE and the nineteen men with him sneak up on the back entrance to the North Plaza. Close behind them, a small herd of zombies is following.

***Robin:*** *This, gentlemen, is the back entrance. We’ve got thirty dead fuckers to send in first, preserve our numbers. If anything, they’ll be expecting soldiers.*

Robin looks over to one man, who steps forward and hands Robin a bazooka. He takes it and steps away from the mall, a huge grin on his face. Once he and everyone else are far enough away, Robin raises the rocket launcher towards the doors.

***Robin:*** *Oh sweet harmony, prepare to be disturbed.*

He fires, and the back entrance explodes open.

**Scene #13 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

The back entrance blows open, and debris is launched everywhere. RANDALL FORSTER and others duck down, covering themselves as pieces of metal and stone fly past them or hit the barricade. Immediately, smoke grenades are thrown inside the plaza, blocking the view to the outside. DEAN HOWARDS coughs, looking down as the smoke covers his face. When he looks back up, he sees zombies stumbling through the smoke.

***Randall:*** *What the fuck-- it’s dead ones!*

***Dean:*** *G-- RUN!*

***Kate:*** *Oh my god… oh my--*

As if things couldn’t get any worse, bullets then start whizzing through the smoke past the zombies.

***Owen:*** *AH-- FUCK!*

OWEN GLIEFIELD blindly fires through the smoke with his pistol.

***Jim:*** *Everyone! It’s not gone to plan! We need to find a safe pla--*

A bullet ricochets off a metal piece of the barricade and goes through JIM BUTTERMAN’s shoulder.

***Jim:*** *GAH--*

The old man stumbles back to the ground. Owen looks over to him, but suddenly he feels a sharp pain in his chest. He groans, sitting behind cover and grabbing at his chest, waiting for it to end.

***Jim:*** *Clyde - help me!*

Instead of helping, Jim watches as CLYDE ROLLINS jumps up and sprints away, running off towards Wonderland Plaza and disappearing.

***Dean:*** *Wh--*

***Randall:*** *Clyde, you DICK!*

***Dean:*** *Fuck it--*

Dean rushes out into the open and grabs Jim, pulling him to safety.

Meanwhile, the zombies have reached the barricade, and they start easily tearing it down.

***Randall:*** *Oh…*

Randall shoots a zombie in the head as he crawls back, still trying to stay down to avoid the bullets zooming over his head. One zombie manages to get through the barricade. It collapses on top of Randall, biting at him. Then another one, and one more, stacking on top of the officer. CLAYTON FREEMAN shoots one of them with his pistol, then another, and finally the last one. He slides over, helping to pull the bodies off him.

Across the plaza, Owen weakly crawls away from the barricade as zombies stagger closer to him. Owen turns his head, trying to pick up his pistol, unaware that a zombie is just a few feet from him. Dean looks over, noticing. Quickly, Dean raises his shotgun and shoots at the zombie, blasting its head off. Owen looks over at Dean in disbelief.

As Dean is running for new cover, a zombie grabs at his arm.

***Dean:*** *HOLY-- HELP - GH--*

He falls to the floor with the zombie, and tries to stomp its head in, but can’t do it. He looks around for help, and sees ALBERT HANSON aiming his pistol towards them.

***Dean:*** *AH--DON’T SHOOT ME--*

Albert puts a single round into the zombie’s head, killing it. Dean pants, covering his face in horror.

Then, through the smoker, soldiers come running through, lighting up the place with gunfire.

***Dean:*** *DOWN! GET DO--*

A bullet grazes Dean’s leg. He yells out in pain, crawling into cover. Around the plaza, North Plaza survivors are engaging with the enemy. Robin himself eventually storms through the smoke and shoots down two North Plaza survivors, and a third one when he tries to rush Robin.

Dean jumps out of cover again, practically tossing himself over towards Owen, who shoots down a man with his pistol. Owen then falls back behind cover, groaning in pain again.

***Owen:*** *Th--thank you. Take this-- take it.*

He holds out his pistol to Dean.

***Dean:*** *No--I can’t--*

***Owen:*** *TAKE THIS!*

Dean reluctantly takes it, just as KATE BLOODSTONE comes running into cover with them.

***Kate:*** *Where are we going?! What do we do?!*

***Dean:*** *I don’t fucking - we gotta--*

***Clayton:*** *We gotta keep fighting!*

***Dean:*** *We can’t do that, no-- no, we’re all gonna--*

Dean looks over at Jim, who’s still laying behind cover, bleeding out. TEDDY POWELL comes running over to Jim, kneeling down next to him.

***Teddy:*** *JIM! Jim - Jim, buddy! Someone - get bandages for his shoulder! Come on!*

***Dean:*** *He’s-- he’s bleeding out for pete’s sake! We need to go!*

Owen groans quietly.

***Owen:*** *I-I-I don’t have anything. Get something--anything--to wrap it.*

***Dean:*** *Oh fuck me--*

Dean takes off his overcoat and crawls over to Jim. He begins to tie it around Jim’s shoulder as tight as he can.

Elsewhere in the plaza, Albert, Clayton, Randall and the rest of the North Plaza survivors are still battling the soldiers. But most of the North Plaza people have been killed, and only a few of Robin’s soldiers are down. Robin rushes out from behind a pole and guns down the last three survivors of the North Plaza with his pistol.

***Randall:*** *Pretty much every sorry fucker is dead now!*

***Albert:*** *We gotta get out of here, there’s too many of them!*

***Kate:*** *No-- we - we can hold them! Teddy! Teddy!*

***Teddy:*** *What?!*

***Kate:*** *Pass me-- an explosive.*

Teddy reaches into the weapons crate and picks out a grenade. He rolls it over to Kate, who takes it and pulls the pin, blindly throwing it over her head towards the enemy. It explodes, blowing up three of Robin’s soldiers. One of the corpses flies across the room, landing beside Dean. He stares down at the legless man, who’s quickly dying and choking on blood. Dean jaw gapes in horror, before he turns to the side and vomits.

***Randall:*** *Boys, boys! Pull back to Wonderland Plaza! Go, go!*

***Dean:*** *I don’t want--*

As Randall gets up and starts running, a bullet from Robin’s gun hits him in the back. He falls forward, hitting the floor, unable to move. Dean and Clayton rush over to help, killing a couple of zombies nearby.

***Randall:*** *I can’t fucking move-- there’s a bullet in my back!*

Dean and Clayton help Randall up and carry him out of the plaza. Teddy, Owen and Kate help to escort Jim out, whilst Albert provides everybody with covering fire, until he rushes back into Wonderland Plaza with them.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE, STEVEN PHILIPS and ROBERT MORGAN come rushing into the Casino Plaza, fleeing from the zombies. In the nearby North Plaza, they can hear the sound of gunfire.

***Jacob:*** *Alright - hold on. Let’s set up here a moment. Hold off the horde.*

Quickly, Steven begins looking around the place. He spots a dropped lighter on the floor, and picks it up.

***Erin:*** *What’re you doing?*

Steven ignores her, starting to go through his bag.

***Erin:*** *I hear gunfire all around the mall, things aren’t going well.*

***Steven:*** *No they’re not.*

Steven takes out a bottle of whiskey from his bag, setting it down. He then rips a piece of his short off and stuffs it into the bottle.

***Steven:*** *The zombies are living corpses, their flesh is already saggy, weak and decaying. Fire will work a charm. Is there a janitor’s closet in here?*

***Jacob:*** *No, not that I see-- but maybe in one of the casinos.*

***Steven:*** *Any good janitor’s closet has a chemical that contains ethanol, and it has bleach. Mix those two together, add a bit of fire -- explosion.*

Jacob grabs a wandering zombie and stabs it through the head.

***Jacob:*** *You best be quick.*

Steven uses the lighter to ignite the molotov, before he lobs it towards the doors to Paradise Plaza, temporarily stopping the zombies from coming any further.

***Steven:*** *Buy me some time.*

He rushes off into the Yucatan Casino.

**Scene #14 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - YUCATAN CASINO**

Steven rushes through the casino, searching for any kind of janitor’s closet. Eventually he finds one, and bursts inside, looking around for the ingredients he needs. Within only a few seconds, he unscrews a bottle of ethanol and pours bleach inside, mixing it well. When it’s done, he picks it up and rushes back out.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - MIDNIGHT**

SHANE HAYWOOD glances around the car he’s hiding behind, looking on at the front entrance. The barricade had been completely destroyed, and zombies were no longer stumbling inside.

***Shane:*** *Alright, get ready. Rush for the entrance and watch out for that sniper. Go!*

The soldiers hurry out of cover, running across the parking lot towards the entrance. One man takes a shot to the chest from the sniper, but it doesn’t slow anyone down. The rest of them make it to the front doors.

**Scene #15 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

Shane and his men come walking through the plaza slowly, looking around. Ahead, they see smoke and a dying fire at the doors of the Casino Plaza.

***Shane:*** *They’ve gotta be in there. We go in, kill them all. If things go south, we retreat. Let’s go.*

Shane sends his men ahead.

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**Scene #16**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - CASINO PLAZA**

In the Casino Plaza, JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE and ROBERT MORGAN can hear the sounds of footsteps quickly coming into the plaza.

***Jacob:*** *This is it…*

***Erin:*** *Oh shut up. We’re gonna be fine.*

Jacob leans in and gives her a kiss, before turning back towards the Paradise Plaza doors. Just as SHANE HAYWOOD’s soldiers come running down the stairs, STEVEN PHILIPS comes sprinting out of the Yucatan Casino, diving into cover. He then opens up his bottle, drops the lighter inside, screws it tight, and tosses it overhead. The bomb lands near the Paradise Plaza doors, blowing seven soldiers to pieces. Shane covers his face as blood flies everywhere.

***Shane:*** *NO--*

He grits his teeth and props his rifle on a wooden bench, spraying towards Jacob’s group. However, smoke begins blinding some of the soldiers, disorienting them.

***Jacob:*** *Steven - come on!*

Steven ignores Jacob, and peeks out of cover, lighting up another two of Shane’s soldiers who are still disoriented from the explosion.

***Jacob:*** *Steven, it’s time to go!*

***Steven:*** *You -- you guys go! I’ll buy you some extra time!*

Shane focuses his fire towards Steven, yelling in anger.

***Shane:*** *YOU BITCH - YOU’RE GONNA DIE!*

Steven shoots back, but is forced down into cover.

***Jacob:*** *Fuck sake, homeless man! You--*

As Steven pops out of cover to shoot and kill another two soldiers, he gets shots in the shoulder. Seeing this, Jacob starts shooting over at the soldiers, but doesn’t hit anything.

***Erin:*** *Jacob - come on! Jacob!*

Steven, wincing in pain, stands up, mowing down another couple of soldiers. He glances back at Jacob, Erin and Robert briefly.

***Steven:*** *RUN!*

As Steven looks back towards the enemies, he is abruptly shot in the head by Shane, instantly killing him. With that, Jacob decides it’s time to go. He runs for the exit with Erin and Robert.

The gunfire inside the plaza ceases, and Shane looks around him in disappointment. Realizing he’s hardly got any men left, he decides to retreat.

***Shane:*** *Men. We have to go. We’ll meet with Robin outside.*

Shane glares across the plaza at Steven’s corpse, before turning to leave.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

Panting, DEAN HOWARDS drags RANDALL FORSTER behind a wall in Wonderland Plaza. OWEN GLIEFIELD stumbles down beside Dean, still grabbing at his chest in pain. Nearby, CLAYTON FREEMAN and ALBERT HANSON post up behind some benches, making sure nobody follows them into Wonderland Plaza.

***Dean:*** *We--we need to get back. He’s not gonna make it. We need to get back--quickly - I can’t take any more of this.*

***Owen:*** *Put pressure… on his wounds. Put yours hands--on them.*

***Dean:*** *Fuck- I… I’m sorry.*

Dean starts applying pressure on Randall’s two gunshot wounds in his back. Suddenly, he hears a shout, and looks up to see FELIX QUARTERMAN stumbling around, a bottle in his hand.

***Felix:*** *Well LOOK! It’s more - IDIOTS who decided they’d fight.* ***(He burps)*** *I wasn’t having-- NONE of that SHIT! We’re all dead. What does it matter?* ***(He laughs)*** *We’re all… fucked into oblivion by some -- private army!*

***Dean:*** *Shh-- just - just, please. We need to get back--*

***Felix:*** *A private army with a bigger DICK THAN US! They are swinging their cock around, and they are gonna knock us all away with it!*

***Kate:*** *What the fuck happened to you, Felix? I thought you were leading these people.*

***Felix:*** *Kate, you and I are the same. Neither of us want to FIGHT! Nobody should!*

***Kate:*** *Felix, you’re doing no benefit to us as a drunken brat.*

***Felix:*** *I don’t care, we’ll all be dead soon… honey. Is that what you used to say?* ***(He cackles)***

***Dean:*** *Please stop--*

***Kate:*** *Felix…*

***Felix:*** *Why don’t we just - give up now? Is that the cop there? Lying - dying? Then let him die sooner!*

***Dean:*** *Look-he’s not-- just stop!*

***Felix:*** *We’re all FUCKED!*

KATE BLOODSTONE approaches Felix and whacks him across the side of the head. He falls over, knocked out.

***Kate:*** *I had to. From here we can make it to the food court.*

***Dean:*** *Randall isn’t gonna make it long--I don't… Let’s hurry - fast.*

Dean slowly begins dragging Randall along, still in pain from the bullet that grazed his leg. Kate and everybody else follow along.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

OWEN GLIEFIELD looks down at RANDALL FORSTER, noticing that he’s beginning to doze off.

***Owen:*** *Hey, hey - stay with me. Okay? Stay with me*.

Owen suddenly grunts, sitting back and grabbing at his chest. He reaches into his coat pocket, taking out a bottle of pills and swallowing two. KATE BLOODSTONE looks over at Randall.

***Kate:*** *He still alive?*

***Dean:*** *I don’t know -- it looks like it.*

***Owen:*** *The best bet we got--is stopping for the pharmacy.*

***Dean:*** *It might be wiped clean.*

***Clayton:*** *I’ve got some bandages.* ***(He takes them out and tosses them over)*** *Forgot about them.*

***Owen:*** *Good. It’ll suit for now. Set him down.*

DEAN HOWARDS gently lays Randall down. Owen then swiftly wraps the bandages around his back, stopping the bleeding for the time being.

***Owen:*** *Good enough.*

***Kate:*** *I still hear gunfire - do you think the others are doing okay?*

***Teddy:*** *This has been a goddamn mess. That man is gonna catch up to us soon. Did you see him? The one with the pistols?*

***Jim:*** ***(Sorrowly)*** *He mowed through most of our people…*

***Teddy:*** *Keep still, Jim. For the wound.*

***Owen:*** ***(Standing up)*** *We need to get back. Deal with the wounded.*

Suddenly, the food court doors swing open, as ROBIN CLARKE and his remaining men come charging inside. Kate pushes Owen into cover, while diving into cover herself. The others get behind what they can, while taking out their guns once again.

***Kate:*** *We’re in trouble, boys!*

***Albert:*** *No doubt!*

Quickly, ALBERT HANSON and CLAYTON FREEMAN drop a couple of men, and Kate even wounds one. The fight doesn’t last long, as within a minute of entering the food court, smoke grenades are tossed out, and Robin begins retreating with his soldiers.

***Kate:*** *They’re running! Do we go after them?*

***Dean:*** *Wait, wait, they’re--*

***Owen:*** *GET THEM! GETT HOSE FUCKS!*

Kate, Dean and Albert jump up, running after them, shooting.

**Scene #18 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

As Dean is chasing after Robin and the remaining shoulders, Robin fires off a wild shot over his shoulder, which ends up hitting Dean in the ankle.

***Dean:*** *AH-- SH- SHIT! OH FUCK--*

Robin and the soldiers sprint out of the plaza, vanishing into the North Plaza. Owen comes running out, his gun aimed up - only to find that they’re all gone.

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**Scene #19**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

SHANE HAYWOOD angrily storms through the plaza, only six remaining soldiers with him.

Unbeknownst to Shane, WILLIAM REYNES sets up his sniper on the second floor of the plaza and takes aim. He fires, the bullet narrowly missing Shane and instead killing the man next to him. William quickly ducks and quietly rushes off. Shane and the remaining five men aim their guns around.

***Shane:*** *COME OUT, YOU BITCH!*

When there’s no response, Shane directs his men out of the plaza, making sure to keep their guns up and stay alert.

**Scene #19 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - MIDNIGHT**

Shane and ROBIN CLARKE meet with each other back out in the parking lot by the trucks, their last few soldiers with them.

***Robin:*** *They were expecting us to attack, sir.*

***Shane:*** ***(Slowly, upset)*** *Indeed, they were. Benjamin ain’t gonna be too happy.*

***Robin:*** *I did some damage but - we underestimated their numbers.*

They all climb into the trucks and drive off.

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - MAIN OFFICE**

ROBIN CLARKE knocks on the office door.

***Robin:*** *Mr. Taylor?*

***Benjamin:*** *Enter.*

He opens the door and steps in, as does SHANE HAYWOOD.

***Benjamin:*** *Tell me.*

***Shane:*** *Well - they, uh… they were expecting us there. The attack-- was not successful.*

***Benjamin:*** *The attack wasn’t truly important. How many did we lose?*

***Shane:*** *At least twenty… probably more.*

BENJAMIN TAYLOR goes silent for a moment, taking it in.

***Benjamin:*** *I see. She wasn’t there? Sarah?*

***Shane: (Shaking his head)*** *No.*

***Benjamin:*** *Then I am still hopeful. We will begin sweeping the rest of the town beyond this. As for that mall… how many survivors do they appear to have?*

***Robin:*** *Not so much anymore. We did some damage, most of them were at the back entrance. And even then - they had to fall back.*

***Benjamin:*** *I’ll have them handled. But they aren’t the priority. We aren’t - meant to be cold blooded killers or thieves, gentlemen. We’re just-- looking out for ourselves. I’m aware I’m a desperate man in search of his little girl. Killing isn’t right, we all know it. But if it must be done, it must be done. Until I find here, nobody is to be trusted. I will spill blood in every corner of the town until she is found. And when she is - Anton Lesser and Cornelius Dance will pay for what they have done.*

Robin and Shane nod slowly.

***Robin:*** *Understood, sir.*

***Benjamin:*** *You’re both dismissed. Go rest.*

Robin and Shane swiftly exit the room and close the door.

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**Scene #21**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

DEAN HOWARDS yells in pain at his ankle, laying back on the floor.

***Dean:*** *HGHHG-- THIS IS HOW I GO--*

***Kate:*** *It’s fine! It’s fine!*

Dean hyperventilates, grabbing at his leg, until he falls back, passed out. As he passes out, WILLIAM REYNES comes running into the plaza from the Food Court.

***Kate: (To Owen)*** *Move him back through the food court.*

***William:*** *He’ll bleed out, wait! I can - try to stop the bleeding.*

***Kate:*** *We’ve got a medic - and Randall is in bad shape.*

***William:*** *Fuck-- well, for now…*

William takes off his belt and wraps it around Dean’s leg tight.

***William:*** *He’ll live - I think. He just can’t lose any more blood.*

William stands up, letting out a sigh of relief. As he looks up towards the North Plaza, he sees JACOB FELDMAN, ERIN MONROE, and ROBERT MORGAN walking over.

***Owen:*** *You’ve missed quite a lot.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ve been in and among the action, believe us. The homeless man--Steven--he’s dead. Stepped up, helped us.*

***Owen:*** *Never heard of him but-- condolences.*

***Erin:*** *A few of us had met him. And he stepped up.*

She walks forward, looking around. Shell casings litter the floor, and there are a couple of dead men laying around, as well as FELIX QUARTERMAN still unconscious on the floor.

***Erin:*** *What happened here? What’s the status of everyone?*

***Kate:*** *It’s bad.*

***Owen:*** *Everyone’s--pretty much dead. Randall is shot. Dean -- shot. Old guy - shot. Everyone’s hurt.*

***Kate:*** *Most of the North Plaza residents were killed at the barricade.*

TEDDY POWELL comes walking out of the food court.

***Teddy:*** *Where are we putting our wounded?*

***Owen:*** *Mmm-- security office, I suppose.*

***William:*** *Why not the pharmacy? It’s the quickest shorthand supply to medical items and medicine.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ve got medical supplies in the security room, and a proper place to keep them.*

***Teddy: (Nodding)*** *I’ll go get Jim. How are we moving Randall? He can’t walk.*

***William:*** *Someone needs to carry him.*

***Owen:*** *I’ll try to help but-- I’m not best suited for the job.*

Owen and Teddy help pick up Dean and they carry him off into the food court. Kate goes with them.

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**Scene #22**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

In the food court, RANDALL FORSTER opens his eyes and sees CLAYTON FREEMAN standing near him. He smiles weakly.

***Randall:*** *Hey - bud.*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah?*

***Randall:*** *What happened? We lose many people?*

***Clayton:*** *We got attacked - lost… maybe ten people while defending. No more than that - at least I hope.*

***Randal:*** *Alright…*

Randall drifts off, passing out once again.

TEDDY POWELL, KATE BLOODSTONE and OWEN GLIEFIELD come walking into the food court, carrying DEAN HOWARDS. JIM BUTTERMAN looks over to them, giving a small wave and smiling faintly.

***Jim:*** *Thank you all - for saving me.*

Teddy and Kate walk over to Jim, sitting beside him, whilst Owen goes to tend to check on Randall’s wounds.

***Kate:*** *I learnt a lot today. I was some - stupid girl a few days ago when I first opened those Entrance Plaza doors. I just-- I hope I’ve proved some kind of worth today. It’s all I want. To know I’m not dead weight like I was before. When that clown held me - I was terrified. I thought it was over - and I was stupid. I’d done nothing. I just screamed-- screamed some more, only cared for myself. I don’t want to be like that anymore.*

***Teddy:*** *You did more than enough. And you’re still alive.*

***Owen:*** *Yeah-- yeah, most of us did something.*

Teddy helps Jim up to his feet.

***Jim:*** *Oh - where are we going?* ***(He looks over to Owen)*** *You-- you’re a hero. Don’t you forget that.*

***Owen:*** *Yeah--thanks.*

***Jim:*** *Hip-hip!*

***Teddy:*** *Hooray… alright, old man - let’s go. I’ll take him to the security room.*

***Jim:*** *Ah - that’s where we’re going! Onwards with the adventure!*

Teddy smiles, helping Jim out into Al Fresca Plaza.

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**Scene #23**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - WONDERLAND PLAZA**

JACOB FELDMAN takes a seat next to WILLIAM REYNES, sighing in relief.

***Jacob:*** *You hear the grenades, too? I thought I was hearing things…*

***William:*** *Felt and heard.*

***Albert:*** *It was the girl - I think.*

KATE BLOODSTONE comes strolling into the plaza, hearing ALBERT HANSON. CLAYTON FREEMAN walks in not far behind her.

***Kate:*** *Did I do something wrong?*

***Albert:*** *No-no, you did something good.*

***William:*** *You did - fine. Redeemed yourself.*

***Kate:*** *Better than I did on the first day, huh?* ***(She smiles)*** *Thanks.*

ERIN MONROE comes walking over to Jacob, sitting beside him and leaning on his shoulder.

***Erin:*** *We lived.*

***Jacob:*** *…Suppose we did.*

***Clayton:*** *What about their leaders? Wherever they are, they’ll be back one day.*

***Erin:*** *Did anyone see any leaders?*

***Clayton:*** *Some duel-pistol wielder.*

***Kate:*** *The man with the two pistols - he killed most of our people. He needs to be stopped.*

***William:*** *There was one guy - six guys and some brown haired man in the front. Sniped one of them.*

***Jacob: (To William)*** *You did good. I heard the first few shots.*

***Erin:*** *We’ve got problems ahead, people. Those shots will be drawing in numbers of the dead. Large numbers. Now - let’s go get some rest* ***(She grabs Jacob’s hand)***. *Unless someone needs us.*

***Jacob:*** ***(To William)*** *Need anything?*

William shakes his head, resting his head on a table.

***Jacob:*** *At least go to the security room to rest. You deserve it.*

***William:*** *I’m -- too busy feeling sorry for myself. I’ll go later.*

***Jacob:*** *What happened?*

***William:*** *I don’t know - became too detached. Too red-eyed. Too stupid.*

***Jacob:*** *Hey, you did fucking good, alright? You’re alive.* ***We’re*** *alive. We were against impossible odds. Alright?*

William sighs, nodding slowly.

***Jacob: (Looking at Felix)*** *What happened to him?*

***Kate:*** *I had to knock him out, sorry.*

Erin begins leading Jacob out of the plaza.

***Erin:*** *We’re going to the casino for the night. See you all in the morning.*

They walk off.

***Albert:*** *I’ll head up to the roof, stay on guard in case they show up again.*

He walks off.

***Kate:*** *They won’t come back, not tonight. But-- the dead will. And we’ll need the entrances boarded up. I’ll handle it.* ***(To William)*** *Get some rest. Listen to your friend.*

She nods and starts heading for the North Plaza. As she leaves, FELIX QUARTERMAN groans, waking up. He slowly gets up, still stumbling around, picking up the bottle of whiskey that he had dropped earlier. He smashes it on the ground and then stumbles off elsewhere.

JARED KELLINGS seemingly appears out of nowhere, walking over to William and Clayton.

***Jared:*** *Sup.*

***William:*** *Hey.*

***Clayton:*** *Uh, so now what?*

***William:*** *Now -- I don’t fucking know.*