The Mentor/Transcript

*“I am your mentor, and you are my new Fayard. We start over, we keep business going. There is no time to stop. No time to waste, my friend.”* *—Badrick*

**Starring:**

Anthony Ingruber as JACOB FELDMAN

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Erin Richards as ERIN MONROE

Ben Mendelsohn as BENJAMIN TAYLOR

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Tom Payne as ALBERT HANSON

Dave Fennoy as DAMERAE BADRICK

Stephen Gevedon as DEAN HOWARDS

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

**Also Starring**

Emilia Clarke as KATE BLOODSTONE

Jim Broadbent as JIM BUTTERMAN

Drew Powell as TEDDY POWELL

Anson Mount as MARCUS DOWNES

Steve J. Palmer as AUSTIN KINGSTON

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

**Guest Starring**

Anthony Carrigan as ROBIN CLARKE

Phil Hartman as FRASER STILLER

David Emge as ALDUS PAXTON

Ben Barnes as ZAC BARNES

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

**Co-Starring**

Roger Clark as LOGAN CARLSON

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

Season 2 of Route to Paradise picks up two weeks after the ending of the first season. Willamette Mall has been cleaned up and repaired over the time.

ALBERT HANSON steps out of the storage room, looking around the plaza. It’s clean and peaceful; not a zombie in sight. As he strolls through the plaza, he comes across a drunken FELIX QUARTERMAN sitting on the floor, a bottle of whiskey next to him. Albert stops, looking down at him.

***Albert:*** *Seems like you had a fun night.*

***Felix:*** *It’s never fun.* ***(He grabs the bottle and stands up)*** *Not at all. The world is a gutter, and we are its waste.*

Felix walks off, Albert watching him as he goes.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

CLAYTON FREEMAN speeds around on a bicycle inside the Entrance Plaza, as RANDALL FORSTER watches from the sidelines.

***Randall:*** *Still in love with your new bike, ey?*

***Clayton:*** *Yeah. Last time I had one, I was twelve. But - I hit a car by accident.*

***Randall:*** *Pretty good havin’ an entire mall to ourselves. No more - clowns or snipers, or evil dictator ladies. And I consider myself lucky.* ***(He stands up)*** *Two gunshots to the back and I’m finally up again.*

***Clayton: (Nodding)*** *I’m gonna go ride in Leisure Park - I built a small ramp.*

***Randall:*** *Aight.*

Clayton rolls off on the bicycle, zooming past FELIX QUARTERMAN as he wanders into the plaza.

***Randall:*** *Still on the drinking binge?*

***Felix:*** *None of your damn business.*

***Randall:*** *Never is, but… whatever. Suppose you’re just not a merry loon anymore.*

***Felix:*** *Nothing to be merry about. We’ve got the damn mall to ourselves, and it’s only a matter of time before people come and try to take it.*

***Randall:*** *Maybe, but usually you solve that by shooting the fuckers. When was the last time you actually slept in a place of your choosing?*

***Felix:*** *I sleep where I fall.*

***Randall:*** *Tearing through alcohol like it’s nobody's business…*

***Felix:*** *Because it isn’t.*

Felix grunts and stumbles off, as Randall sighs.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/WAITING ROOM #2**

ERIN MONROE wakes up from her slumber, and climbs out of a homemade bed, quickly getting ready for the day. As she’s getting dressed, JACOB FELDMAN rolls over, stretching his arms and looking over at Erin.

***Jacob:*** *You alright?*

***Erin:*** *Thought I’d let you sleep in.*

She goes to sit on the bed beside him.

***Erin:*** *Things have been good for us recently.*

***Jacob:*** *Better, yeah. Took - some work.*

***Erin:*** *That’s why I was gonna let you sleep in.*

***Jacob:*** *What are you off to do?*

***Erin:*** *Jim was wanting some help down in the North Plaza, no idea what yet.*

***Jacob:*** *The man is a roller coaster, you’ll be enlightened with his joy.*

***Erin:*** *Always a nice change of pace.*

Erin stands up, getting ready to depart. Jacob sits up.

***Erin:*** *Just rest for a few hours, isn’t gonna do anyone any harm.*

***Jacob:*** *Need to be up, active, doing something.*

Jacob gets out of bed, slipping on his garments.

***Erin:*** *Suit yourself.*

She gives him a kiss and exits the room.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

Just outside of Seon’s Supermarket, ERIN MONROE bumps into ALBERT HANSON, who’s leaning against the wall and drinking some soda.

***Erin:*** *Hey, Albert?*

***Albert:*** *Hello. Need something?*

***Erin:*** *Whatever happened to that group you met? The one you told us about. Weren’t they supposed to come by like two weeks ago?*

***Albert:*** *I have no clue. Marcus-- he said he’d get his friends and come right over here. Who knows where they are.*

***Erin:*** *Maybe we can go out - see what happened, I’m all too curious. I just gotta go see Jim first, pretty sure he needs something.*

***Albert:*** *Alright, I’ll wait here.*

She heads into the supermarket.

**Scene #4 Cont.**

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

Erin steps inside, where she sees JIM BUTTERMAN nearby in one of the aisles, going through some items.

***Jim:*** *Ah! Miss Monroe! Glad you came by.*

***Erin:*** *Easier to come visit now that there aren’t plazas full of the dead.*

***Jim: (Chuckling)*** *Indeed.*

***Erin:*** *So - what’d you need?*

***Jim:*** *Oh - well, I didn’t want to hassle you all that much about it but-- well, there is a shop in town, one of a kind. It used to sell solar panels - and I can’t help but imagine that if the mall power ever goes out, we’d need to convert. And maybe if we get there first - we place some on the roof. We’d be set in case of an emergency. I think everyone is becoming rather attached to the power here.*

***Erin:*** *Oh, sure. I was just about to head out with Albert in search of that group he and Robert met.*

***Jim:*** *Oh, very good! Well - I hope it all goes well. You should take one of the vans in order to take the solar panels back safely.*

***Erin:*** *Will do.*

***Jim:*** *And I hope you both uncover the whereabouts of the group they met, it’s very peculiar indeed. I’d like to see some new faces around. It’s lovely having the mall to ourselves, but having some new customers would be a treat!*

***Erin: (Smiling)*** *Alright, Jim. I’ll head out.*

***Jim:*** *Good luck!*

**Scene #4 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - NORTH PLAZA**

Erin exits the store, walking back over to Albert.

***Albert:*** *Ready?*

***Erin:*** *Yeah. Jim wants us to bring back some solar panels, so we’ll take the truck out. While we do it, we’ll investigate these missing folks.*

***Albert:*** *Hopefully we find them. Let’s go.*

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**Scene #5**

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

In the other waiting room, DEAN HOWARDS is struggling to sleep, as he is constantly hearing himself argue with his wife, yelling at her and smashing things on the floor. He flinches wildly in his sleep, causing WILLIAM REYNES to sit up from across the room, staring at Dean in confusion. Suddenly Dean’s eyes shoot open, and he quickly sits up, though he groans in pain, grabbing at his leg.

***Dean:*** *Agh-- I got shot--*

***William:*** *Since when did you sleep here?*

***Dean:*** ***(With a shaky voice)*** *Uh--since always. I-I don’t know.*

***William: (Nodding slowly)*** *You should invest in a proper bed.*

***Dean:*** *Well - it’s not like we can go to the mattress store.*

He chuckles quietly, but quiets down when William just stares at him, tired.

***Dean:*** *I need liquor… I’d do anything for just one bottle right now. It’s been days--it feels like months. I just need - one drop, an ounce.*

He tries to get up, but falls back down in pain from his leg.

***Dean:*** *I can barely even get up anymore. I’m pathetic-- I… no - no, I’m a professional.*

***William:*** *You’re not getting liquor.*

***Dean:*** *I-I need it. It’s not a want. It’s a need. If I don’t-- I’ll go crazy. I just need a bit. A little bit. If you can go--at least get a little. Just, please.*

William sighs, ignoring him. Across the room, the door to the waiting room opens, and JACOB FELDMAN stumbles in.

***Jacob:*** *Morrrrning.*

William gives a brief nod to Jacob, before he lays back down onto his bed, closing his eyes.

***William:*** *Slept for less than an hour…*

***Dean:*** *I don’t need sleep--perfection never sleeps!*

William grits his teeth, but stays quiet, trying to go back to sleep.

KATE BLOODSTONE steps into the room behind Jacob.

***Kate:*** *Hey. My watch shift is done now, just waiting for Teddy to take over.*

***Jacob:*** *Get some sleep, Miss Bloodstone. You need it. You’ve not slept properly in a week.*

***Kate:*** *I was building the north entrance door with Teddy and Jim… and now we’re safe from the dead ones just wandering in. So not all bad.*

***Dean:*** *Don’t you think it’s kinda strange that we call them dead ones yet--they walk? What if - they’re more alive than we are? Simple thought.*

***Jacob:*** *More alive than we are? They are marching predators, Dean. They just want to kill us.*

***Dean:*** *Well I mean--you can shoot them but they live. I mean again--simple thought.*

As Dean is rambling on, ERIN MONROE and ALBERT HANSON come walking inside the room.

***Erin:*** *Hey - could I get a few extra people to come help me with something?*

***Jacob:*** *Oh, I’m sure Dean can.*

***Dean:*** *No.* ***(He looks at his leg)*** *I wish-- truly, I do.*

***Jacob:*** *Get going, you’ve done fuck all. It’s been two weeks, you’ll be fine. Randall got shot in the back and he’s up and moving.*

Dean sighs, slowly getting to his feet, using a table to help push himself up.

***Erin:*** *Dean, it’ll be fine, come on.*

Erin and Albert walk out of the room. When they do, Dean suddenly pretends to fall over, holding his back.

***Dean:*** *AH-- THE PAIN! I CAN’T DO IT--*

Jacob marches over to him and hoists him back to his feet.

***Dean:*** *Hey-hey - hands off! This shirt is expensive! Get your--dirty hands off my high class attire!*

***Jacob:*** *Hurry up you useless sack of shit.*

***Dean:*** *How dare you… I-- I will not waste my time arguing with you.*

Dean wags his finger in Jacob’s face before he turns to hobble out the door.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

Outside the security room, ERIN MONROE and ALBERT HANSON are patiently waiting for Dean.

***Erin:*** *He’s sure taking his time.*

Finally, DEAN HOWARDS stumbles out of the security room.

***Erin:*** *Here he is, the man of the hour.*

***Albert:*** *Finally.*

***Dean:*** *I will have you know--I am very injured. I- got shot. And what did you do--mope around? Look at me! One hundred dollar suit pants--now has a hole in it.*

***Erin:*** *Just come on, Dean.*

They walk down the stairs to the first floor, where RANDALL FORSTER and CLAYTON FREEMAN are sitting around.

***Erin:*** *We’re going out into town, going to get some solar panels, and we’re going to look for a missing group.*

***Dean:*** *To the town?! Wait - outside?*

***Erin:*** *Yeah, outside.*

***Dean:*** *Wait, wait, wait. There’s a liquor store around here--I know of it. I swear I do. If we can just--make a stop.*

***Erin:*** *We aren’t drinking when we’re out.*

***Dean:*** *Well - can we just pick it up? Please - come on. I’d be on my hands and knees but-- my poor knee really hurts.*

***Erin:*** *We’ve got tons of drinks here, Dean. Randall, Clayton, keep this plaza held up.*

***Randall:*** *Ey, got it.*

**Scene #6 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - MORNING**

Erin, Albert and Dean head outside into the fall weather, heading over towards a truck parked nearby.

***Erin:*** *Alright - we’re taking this truck. We’re going by some electrical store to pick up the solar panels. And then we’ll go back to that ambulance. Do you remember where it was?*

***Albert:*** *Well, I think I know where it is.*

***Erin:*** *Come on, then. No time to lose.*

They hop into the truck, and Erin swipes up the keys that are hidden under the car mat, starting the vehicle and driving off.

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**Scene #7**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

Across town, a drunken AUSTIN KINGSTON kicks open a door and stumbles into the serving counter at his bar. He fumbles around until finding his seat on a stool.

***Austin:*** *Logan!*

There’s no response; Logan isn’t there.

***Austin:*** *That son of a gun…*

Austin stands up, staggering around until he picks up a shot glass, pours himself some whiskey, and swallows it down.

***Austin:*** *WOO! Logan, I’m going to get you!*

He makes his way outside into the small parking lot, almost immediately tumbling over. Once he’s back up, he sees a man hobbling towards him.

***Austin:*** *Logan! There you are.*

As he gets closer, he realizes that it’s a zombie.

***Austin:*** *Hey-- wait, you’re not Logan.*

He gives the zombie a shove to the ground, then reaches for a revolver in his waistband. He puts a bullet into its head, before holstering his gun again. Austin stumbles off towards his truck, fumbling to find his keys and to unlock it. Once he does, he climbs up and in and drives off.

**Scene #7 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - MORNING**

Austin speeds down the streets, swerving around the road, avoiding abandoned cars and other objects on the road. Eventually, he slams into a zombie in the road, its corpse flying overhead, blood painting the windshield. Austin laughs, letting go of the steering wheel, which causes the truck to start driving off the road. He quickly grabs the wheel and tries to regain control, but the truck spins around, sliding down into the ditch, rolling to a stop.

***Austin: (Chuckling)*** *Ohh, Logan is missing out on this.*

A zombie suddenly bangs on the glass beside him, snarling, making Austin jump in fear. After settling down, he swings the door open, causing the zombie to fall into the mud. Austin steps out and, stumbling around a bit, before stomping on the zombie’s head.

Across the street, LOGAN CARLSON steps out of a retail store, carrying a few bags of supplies.

***Austin:*** *Logan! There you are!*

***Logan:*** *Hey, pal. Why ain’t you at the bar? I was getting us some good supplies.*

***Austin:*** *I went out looking for ya’!*

***Logan:*** *Ah… is that so?*

***Austin:*** *That it is.*

Logan steps over to the truck, tossing Austin one of the bags. Austin lets it drop at his feet. He then bends over, opening it up and looking inside at the food and drinks.

***Austin:*** *That my friend… is what we need.*

***Logan:*** *The food and drink will last us a few days.*

***Austin:*** *Whiskey is all I need to drink, son.*

He tosses the bag into the back of the truck. Logan does the same with the other two bags.

***Logan:*** *Where we headin’ next?*

***Austin:*** *Let’s just head back home, we can talk there.*

They get into the truck, and Austin floors it out of the ditch and back onto the road.

***Austin:*** *Let’s ride!*

He speeds away.

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**Scene #8**

**CONSTRUCTION SITE - MORNING**

ZAC BARNES looks down at the horde below him, shaking his head and sighing. He, MARCUS DOWNES, FRASER STILLER and ALDUS PAXTON are trapped on scaffolding in the middle of some construction site in town.

***Zac:*** *Well isn’t this just fucking great.*

***Marcus:*** *We’re just gonna have to make-do. The horde will clear in a few hours.*

Marcus holsters his revolver, looking over to Aldus.

***Marcus:*** *So tell us, Aldus. What happened to you after the crash? It’s been two weeks. When we sent you off-- you disappeared.*

***Aldus:*** *Well, I found some help but-- the person got eaten. Took their rifle and put them down. I hotwired a truck and used that but - it ran out of fuel. And now--I’ve found you guys again.*

***Marcus:*** *Y’know, we met these people - a few weeks ago. They invited us to the mall.*

***Aldus:*** *Oh?*

***Marcus:*** *We wanted to wait until we found you. And now that we have… well, we’re stuck up here.*

***Fraser:*** *We’re-- we’re going to die up here! SAVE US! SOMEONE!*

***Zac:*** *That isn’t going to make the dead go away.*

***Aldus:*** *I’ll shoot in the air, see if anyone hears.*

***Fraser:*** *Good-good, do that. Yes.*

***Marcus:*** *I hope to god it works.*

Aldus unslings his rifle and points it into the sky. He pulls the trigger.

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**Scene #9**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - MORNING**

ERIN MONROE rolls the truck over to the side of the road, coming to a stop. She, DEAN HOWARDS and ALBERT HANSON step out, where a zombie immediately rushes at Dean. Panicking, Dean yells and falls to the floor, trying to kick it away. Before it even gets close to him, Erin strolls over, stabbing it dead.

***Dean:*** *Well help me up now!*

Albert offers him a hand, and Dean takes it, getting back to his feet, his leg throbbing.

***Dean:*** *Thank you, sir.*

He dusts himself off whilst Erin has a side conversation with Albert about where they should look for Marcus’ group.

Meanwhile, Dean spots another truck speeding down the road, swerving all over.

***Logan:*** *Austin… for real, who taught you how to drive?*

***Austin:*** *I’m-- just drunk.*

Dean squints his eyes at the truck.

***Dean:*** *It appears there is another truck coming our way…*

The truck doesn’t slow down as it approaches Dean. AUSTIN KINGSTON finally notices them and slams on the brakes, tires squealing out. Dean screams, covering his face as the truck comes to a stop directly in front of him.

***Logan:*** *What the hell are you doing?*

Austin grumbles something, as he looks out the windshield. Erin and Albert take their pistols out, pointing it at the truck and its two occupants. Dean staggers backwards, taking out his pistol as well.

***Erin:*** *Get out.*

***Dean:*** *G--GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE!*

Austin looks over at LOGAN CARLSON.

***Austin:*** *Logan! What should we do?*

***Logan:*** *Erm-- let’s get out.*

***Austin:*** *Alright, but this is on you.*

The two of them slowly step out, Austin stumbling around and needing to grab onto the door to keep himself up.

***Logan:*** *What’s the problem here?*

***Dean:*** *Uh-- I don’t know. Talk to her* ***(He motions to Erin)***

***Erin:*** *What do you want with us?*

***Austin:*** *Well-- we just saw you on the side of the road. Maybe… you need help?*

***Erin:*** *No, we don’t.*

As Logan goes to speak, he is cut off by a gunshot coming from somewhere in town, not far away by the sounds of it.

***Logan:*** *What was that?*

***Erin:*** *That came from down the street.*

She turns and begins rushing down the street.

***Albert:*** *Erin--!*

He runs after her, and so does Dean after a moment of hesitation.

***Dean:*** *WHY ARE WE GOING TOWARDS IT--*

Austin and Logan stay by their truck, looking on as the other three get farther away, and eventually turn into a construction site.

***Logan:*** *Austin, you coming?*

Austin shrugs, turning and getting back in the truck.

***Logan:*** *You wanna play smug? Okay, fine, let’s just go back home, then.*

He gets back in, closing the door.

***Austin:*** *What? You wanna help them?*

***Logan:*** *I mean - yeah. But… I haven’t heard no gunfire yet, so I presume everything’s going fine.*

They both then hear gunfire.

***Austin:*** *You heard that though?*

He chuckles, driving off and passing by the construction site, opting not to help them.

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**Scene #10**

**CONSTRUCTION SITE - MORNING**

ERIN MONROE, ALBERT HANSON and DEAN HOWARDS come hurrying into the construction site, laying eyes on the horde of the zombies, and the trapped men up on the scaffolding.

***Fraser:*** *It’s - it’s the friend! THE FRIEND! IT WORKED, ALDUS!*

***Marcus:*** *Albert?*

Albert looks up at them from afar.

***Albert:*** *Oh, shit… it’s Marcus.*

***Erin:*** *That’s them?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah.*

***Erin:*** *We’ve gotta help them, then.*

Dean looks on at the zombies as some of them begin to approach them.

***Dean:*** *This is a horrible idea-- horrible.*

***Erin:*** *Dean - you best not bicker right now.*

***Dean:*** *But this isn’t-- I don’t have--*

***Albert:*** *Dean, help us!*

Albert and Erin move forward, taking out knives to stab the zombies. Above, ALDUS PAXTON and MARCUS DOWNES aim their guns down at the horde, beginning to open fire.

Whilst looking on at the horrors, FRASER STILLER trips and stumbles off the scaffolding, nearly falling off. He hangs onto the ledge, his feet dangling at the hands of zombies.

***Fraser:*** *OH LORD! THE TROUBLES! Is this -- the end? Oh-- I see a white light. I see it! I SEE IT!*

***Dean:*** *SAVE THAT MAN!*

***Fraser:*** *Yes- SAVE THIS MAN!*

Marcus stops shooting, and kneels down to grab onto Fraser’s hand, easily pulling him up.

***Marcus:*** *Come on.*

Albert, Erin and Aldus continue dealing with the horde, as it begins to thin out.

***Fraser:*** *We’re - we’re almost free!*

Dean takes out his knife, walking over to a zombie and raising it. However, when he tries to swing it, he misses, and the zombies grabs onto him, pushing him into a brick wall. He desperately holds it off until the side of its head blows open, blood flying everywhere. Aldus reloads, nodding down to Dean.

The rest of the zombie horde is easily cleared out, corpses littering the grounds of the site. Fraser, Marcus, Aldus and ZAC BARNES climb down the scaffolding to greet their saviors.

***Fraser:*** *Greetings all. I am Fraser Stiller! Paramedic!*

***Marcus:*** *Don’t let him mislead you - he’s not very good. Albert - we’re sorry for our delay. We had some problems.*

***Albert:*** *It’s fine.*

***Marcus:*** *We were looking for our friend here. This is Aldus.*

***Fraser:*** *By golly, I say we get indoors! Why would we stand out here among the dead?*

***Dean:*** *Yeah-- yeah that’s--*

Aldus blasts another zombie’s brains out with his rifle. Dean flinches back in fright.

***Dean:*** *SHIT-- sorry - excuse my vile language* ***(He coughs into his fist)***.

***Erin:*** *Alright - so these are your friends, Albert?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah. I say we go now, go get that shit for Jim.*

Erin nods, turning to walk back out into the streets.

**Scene #10 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE STREETS - MORNING**

The group, led by Erin, walk out onto the streets, leaving the construction yard.

***Marcus:*** *So, are you guys still living in the mall?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah, we are.*

***Fraser:*** *Ah, yes! A shopping mall! I forgot!*

***Albert:*** *The mall is completely cleared now. Free to live in.*

***Zac:*** *Are we headed there, then? I’ve had enough of the outdoors.*

***Dean:*** *Yeah-- me too.*

***Aldus:*** *Is the mall safe?*

***Erin:*** *It’s safe.*

***Dean:*** *Well - it depends on your definition of safe.*

The group continue walking on in silence for a moment, before Erin turns, stopping them all.

***Erin:*** *Albert - take all of these people back. I’ll stay back with the truck and get the solar panels. Dean, you stay with me.*

***Dean:*** *…Okay.*

***Fraser:*** *So where are the rest of us going? The mall already? Amazing! What wonders!*

***Marcus: (To Albert)*** *We going?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah. I’ll take you all there.*

***Marcus:*** *Lead the way.*

***Fraser:*** *Take us on this adventure!*

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**Scene #11**

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

WILLIAM REYNES looks over to JACOB FELDMAN as he lays on his bed.

***William:*** *I - honestly figured that this would be better. There’s - nothing to do, it’s depressing.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ve been busy for the past few weeks. We get a rest for once.*

He takes a seat on the couch nearby.

***Jacob:*** *You’ve--been a little upset though, recently. A little down. Anything I can do?*

***William: (Shaking his head)*** *I’m just-- again, feeling sorry for myself. Remorse for - shooting people. All of them were normal people before it began -- like you and I. Hell, we could’ve killed another teacher from a different school.*

William stands up slowly, looking away from Jacob.

***William:*** *I’m gonna go -- have a look around.*

He exits the room, leaving Jacob by himself.

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**Scene #12**

**ELECTRICALS STORE**

ERIN MONROE and DEAN HOWARDS step into the electricals store. Erin begins moving through the aisles, looking for solar panels.

***Dean:*** *So why do we need to go--*

***Erin:*** *Jim said he wanted us to get solar panels in case of emergency. In case the mall’s power goes out.*

***Dean:*** *Oh--oh right.*

***Erin:*** *So we’ll carry them out to the truck. He wants them on the roof.*

Dean hobbles around the store following Erin.

***Dean:*** *I feel like that Edward fellow. Might I say--I have a better wound but - I’m stumbling now like a cripple.*

***Erin:*** *That Edward - I wonder what happened to him.*

Dean shrugs, as he comes up to a shelf with televisions on them.

***Dean:*** *Hm-- you think the internet still works? TV or-- or phones?*

***Erin:*** *Internet isn’t gonna work, nor phones, sadly. But TV - we can work it. Hell - we have a cinema.*

***Dean:*** *That’s good, yes--*

Erin suddenly stops, grabbing Dean and pulling him down to the ground. She pokes her head up slightly, looking outside the store.

***Dean:*** *W-- What is it?*

Erin stays quiet, as she watches a black limousine park outside of the store.

***Erin:*** ***(Quietly)*** *Who the hell is going around in a limo…*

***Dean:*** *Wha-- a limo? I wanna see.*

He lifts his head up to look outside, where he sees someone stepping out.

DAMERAE BADRICK steps out of the limousine, a cigarette in hand. Right after him, EDWARD REMAR steps out.

***Dean:*** *Hey wait-- hobbley guy.*

Badrick turns to Edward, taking a puff of his cigarette.

***Badrick:*** *So, Edward - my friend. This is the town you were in from the start, hm?* ***(He looks around)*** *Very quiet, very peaceful.*

***Edward:*** *Yes, it’s nice. I was in the mall, you see, with a group of people.*

***Badrick:*** *You have risen above that group now, my friend. You have joined something far more important.* ***(He puts a hand on his shoulder)*** *Do you understand?*

***Edward:*** *…I do.*

Badrick nods, taking his hand away.

***Badrick:*** *Well, it certainly is peaceful from the dead. I believe it will be a fine place to set up operations.*

He claps his hands, looking on at the limo.

***Badrick:*** *Driver!*

A man steps out of the driver’s seat.

***Badrick:*** *Have you managed to make contact with Fayard yet?*

***Driver:*** *No, sir.*

***Badrick:*** *I see…* ***(To Edward)*** *we are not to venture into New York, it is far too dangerous. The place has crumbled in on itself, my friend.*

***Edward:*** *Mr. Badrick--*

***Badrick:*** *Please, call me Damerae. I implore you to act as my friend.*

***Edward:*** *I must insist that--of all places--we don’t settle down here.*

***Badrick:*** *I have asked you to show me where you came from, Edward. You have shown me. We are here. Why after such a long journey must we leave so soon?*

Dean frowns from inside the store, listening in.

***Dean:*** *I see what this is…*

***Edward:*** *It is crowded enough as it is.*

***Badrick:*** *Then we kill the crowds. It is very simple, my friend. Nobody is to get in our way. Do you think I fear a few suburban survivors? I do not. I have spent years opening a variety of businesses all around America and Jamaica, my friend. We’ve discussed this. My strip clubs, night clubs - everywhere. Badrick has become a symbol.*

Erin turns to Dean, looking frightened.

***Erin:*** *Oh my god - I’ve been to one of his clubs. He’s a global millionaire.*

***Dean:*** *Millionaire-- but he’s a murderer. This isn’t good.*

Badrick takes another puff from his cigarette.

***Badrick:*** *Now we must assume the worst for Manji and the rest of his gang. They are trapped in New York City, and most likely dead. It saddens me to think that. I mentored him when he was young. I helped him start his gang, build it up to be one of the largest gangs in New York today. Funding into his clubs, funding into his firepower. All of it goes to waste when these rotting corpses begin to walk the earth?! PATHETIC!*

Badrick notices a zombie stumbling over to him. He walks over to the limo, pulling out a spear and using it to kill the creature. A bit of blood splatters onto Edward’s suit.

***Badrick:*** *Edward, my friend. We are to set up operations here. Do you want to end up like your family?*

Edward looks down, shaking his head.

***Badrick:*** *You crawled to me like a beggar, Edward. You had witnessed the death of your family, you of course remember? How horrible that must have been for you. But me? I took you in, Edward. I am your mentor now. I am your mentor, and you are my new Fayard. We start over, we keep business going. There is no time to stop. No time to waste, my friend.*

He takes a final hit at his cigarette, before dropping and stomping it out.

***Edward:*** *Mr. Badrick… I just… I insist that we maybe go - a little further away from here.*

***Badrick:*** *You - insist?* ***(He slaps him)*** *Edward, my friend. You are to understand that-- I have taken you in. You are to respect what I want. You are to stop being so weak. You told me - the things you did, Edward. I was too impressed to let you rot and die like your family. That is why I have taken you in, friend. When I witnessed what you did to your mother’s murderers, I was oh-so impressed. Her sacrifice was for the greater good. It was for our paths to meet. I saw you jam a smashed bottle into that man’s neck, Edward. And I intend to ensure you become far more adapted than that. Come, my friend. We must find a place to settle. Get into the limo.*

Edward, frowning, turns and gets into the limousine.

***Badrick:*** *Driver, take us through the town. I want to scope out where we can set up.*

The driver nods, getting inside. Once Badrick climbs into the back, the vehicle drives off.

***Erin:*** *Oh my god.*

***Dean:*** *He’s--he’s crazy!*

***Erin:*** *We’re in trouble. Do you know who the Rastas are?*

***Dean:*** *I-- I heard it’s a-a-a deadly gang--*

***Erin:*** *Big gang in New York City. They were all over the news before.*

***Dean: (Panicking)*** *He’ll murder us-- he’s - he’s rich, powerful--no more mall, we gotta leave.*

***Erin:*** *Just - come on!*

The two of them search through the store quickly, finding the solar panels they were after. They make a couple of trips, loading them into the back of the truck outside. Once they’re finished, they get into the truck.

***Erin:*** *We need to tell the others.*

***Dean:*** *Yes-- do you remember his name? Bad--Badr--Dam - Dam? I don’t know.*

***Erin:*** *Uhm-- let’s just call him Mr. Badrick. He was a known businessman before - but who knew he was running the Rastas behind the scenes?*

Dean shrugs, shaking his head. Erin starts up the truck and drives off.

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**Scene #13**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - LEISURE PARK - LATE MORNING**

While out for a walk through the mall, WILLIAM REYNES decides to take a  trip into Leisure Park. Soon after exiting Paradise Plaza into the park, William narrows his eyes, noticing something unusual ahead; somebody he doesn’t recognize sitting on a bench, reading a book. He slows his pace down, carefully approaching the bench until he recognizes the man.

***William:*** *Alex -- well I’ll be fucking damned.*

William draws his pistol, keeping it aimed at ALEX WEISS as he steps over to him. Using his free hand, he knocks Alex’s book away. Alex looks up at him, smiling.

***Alex:*** *Greetings. How are you?*

***William:*** *Better than you’re about to be. Get on the ground, psycho, or I swear to fuck you’ll be getting two bullets in both your knee caps.*

***Alex:*** *Alrighty, sir.*

Alex slowly gets off the bench, getting down onto the ground.

***Alex:*** *So… what will you do?*

***William:*** *I’m not gonna kill you-- everyone deserves a second chance. But I’ll have to detain you, though.*

***Alex:*** *That’s alright.*

William takes a step backwards, removing his bag and pulling out a pair of zipties, which he uses to tie Alex’s hands together.

***William:*** *And you’re going to have to answer a few questions for me.*

***Alex:*** *Sure.*

He grabs Alex by the collar and pulls him back up onto the bench.

***William:*** *First of all - I’m just gonna ask, where in the literal fuck have you been? You haven’t been killed by any of Leslie’s assassins, nor were you killed by those soldiers who invaded.*

***Alex:*** *…The storage room.*

***William:*** *The--what?*

***Alex:*** *It’s pretty cozy in there.*

***William:*** *Why?*

***Alex:*** *Why? Because I found it great in there. I saw people passing by. Got my own food, treated my wounds. Great time.*

William stares at him, flabbergasted.

***Alex:*** *Uh, do you mind putting my book back into my bag? I didn’t finish it.*

William slowly steps past Alex, picking up his book, and putting it inside of Alex’s little bag.

***Alex:*** *Thank you very much.*

***William:*** *Why--if you don’t mind me asking--did you kill Randy?*

***Alex:*** *Hm… who knows? It just happened. I felt threatened by him. You don’t know what happened between us…*

***William:*** *I don’t… and I don't care, in all honesty. I’m going to have to bring you back.*

***Alex:*** *Hmm, that’s good.*

William grabs Alex by the shoulder, pulling him up. He then grabs the man’s bag, before walking off with him.

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**Scene #14**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARKING LOT - LATE MORNING**

ERIN MONROE and DEAN HOWARDS come speeding into the parking lot, driving towards the front doors.

***Dean:*** *--I know a few friends. Criminal friends. But-but I’m not associated with them. I’m no criminal. They can help us, though. I forgot their names-- they called me Buddy.*

***Erin:*** *We can’t rely on them if we don’t know where they are.*

Erin speeds up next to the front doors, parking. There, she sees ALBERT HANSON and MARCUS DOWNES’ group just arriving. She and Dean get out of the truck.

***Erin:*** *Albert! There’s - there’s a new-- Do you remember Edward?*

***Albert:*** *Yeah…?*

***Erin:*** *He’s been taken under the wing by some psychopath!*

***Dean:*** *Savage--high class psychopath!*

***Aldus:*** *Who?*

***Marcus:*** *Sorry - what’s going on?*

TEDDY POWELL is seen walking out the front doors.

***Teddy:*** *Hey - you need help loading these solar panels inside?*

***Erin:*** *Yeah, Teddy. That'd be great, thanks.*

Teddy looks on at Marcus and his crew.

***Teddy:*** *Woah - a lot of new people. Who are all of these?*

***Albert:*** *My old friends.*

***Marcus:*** *I’m Marcus.*

***Zac:*** *Zac…*

***Aldus:*** *I’m Aldus.*

***Fraser:*** *Greetings, sir! Fraser Stiller, paramedic. Here to help!*

***Albert:*** ***(Quietly)*** *More like an actor.*

Teddy nods slowly, walking over to the truck and reaching in to take out a panel.

***Dean:*** *Speaking of actors-- what ever happened to Clyde Rollins? He was with us. Then he wasn’t.*

***Albert:*** *He ran off like a pussy.*

***Dean:*** *He’s no pussy - he must just be mistaken. Maybe he saw a cat stuck in a tree and-- oh, I forgot. It’s a mall.*

***Albert:*** *Dean - you sure are something.*

***Dean:*** *I’m something of high class. I’m professional. I work as a business broker--fifty thousand dollars a year! Clyde barely makes that much in a month…*

***Fraser:*** *I do believe Clyde Rollins was a millionaire, sir. But that does make me think… YOU’VE MET HIM?*

***Dean:*** ***(He smiles)*** *Mmm-hmm. It was an honour to meet him. He led us. He was our leader. He’s so very inspiring.*

***Albert:*** *He’s not the man you thought he would be in the apocalypse.*

*He’s a coward, left us--multiple times.*

***Dean:*** *W--of course - but no one’s perfect. Well except for-- for me.*

RANDALL FORSTER and CLAYTON FREEMAN come walking outside.

***Randall:*** *Eyy! You’re all back. Come on in.*

Dean staggers a bit, as he walks up and into the mall, the rest of the group following him.

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**Scene #15**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

FRASER STILLER steps into the mall, looking around in amazement.

***Fraser:*** *WOW - AMAZING! It’s -- IT’S SPLENDID!*

He rushes ahead, looking around at the different shops in the plaza.

***Marcus:*** *He really is like a grown man-child. But--wow, this place. You guys really do have the whole mall.*

***Zac:*** *Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive.*

***Albert:*** *A huge mall, all to ourselves.*

ERIN MONROE quietly steps past them all, heading up the stairs to the security room.

***Aldus:*** *I’ve been here once - before everything went down. I think I’ll go get some books…*

ALDUS PAXTON starts walking off.

***Albert:*** *Well, you guys enjoy yourselves. I’m gonna head off. If you need me, I’m probably on the roof.*

ALBERT HANSON nods to them, before going up the stairs.

***Marcus:*** *Can we just - stay anywhere?*

***Zac:*** *More than enough space. I doubt anyone’s going to complain. We might as well seize this chance, live the high life before this place inevitably gets torn down.*

***Marcus:*** *You could be a little more optimistic, you know.*

Fraser comes walking back over to them.

***Fraser:*** *Fraser-level optimistic?*

***Zac:*** *Oh, look - it’s you…*

***Fraser:*** *Oh, come on! It’s great! Look at this place. We’ve been saved!*

***Marcus:*** *Your optimism is admirable, Fraser.*

***Zac:*** *It’s stupid. These people are too trusting.*

RANDALL FORSTER closes the front doors loudly, making ZAC BARNES turn to look at him.

***Randall:*** *You are welcome to fuck off at anytime. We trust you, cause you all seem alright. Things have worked out for us so far.*

***Marcus:*** *I think we’ll be fine here, Zac. This can work.*

***Zac:*** *I’m willing to give it a try but-- in the end, it’s just gonna be another crash like our ambulance.*

Zac grumbles, walking off by himself.

***Fraser:*** *Well - I’m going to go explore this wonderful palace!*

Fraser rushes off, leaving MARCUS DOWNES alone.

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**Scene #16**

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

WILLIAM REYNES sets ALEX WEISS down onto a chair, zip tying him down to it.

***Alex:*** *You guys going to hurt me or what? I mean, it’d be understandable.*

***William:*** *I’m not going to hurt you-- no, no.*

JACOB FELDMAN gets up, walking over.

***Jacob:*** *Well, holy shit. Where’d you find this damn psycho?*

***Alex:*** *I was reading.*

***Jacob:*** *How have you been living here under the radar for two whole weeks?*

***William:*** *He’s been hiding out in the storage room.*

***Jacob:*** *Good lord… what, uh - what are we going to do with him?*

The waiting room opens up, as KATE BLOODSTONE comes walking inside, immediately noticing Alex.

***Kate:*** *Who’s this?*

***William:*** *He’s Alex.*

***Alex:*** *So, what’s my punishment?*

***William:*** *I don’t--want to punish you. Let bygones be bygones. You - felt threatened by him.*

***Alex:*** *Ah, alright. Thank you. I really missed you all. Where are the others?*

***Jacob:*** *Hold on. No-- look, I… Alex, I don’t know you well. Truth is, I didn’t speak to Randy either. But - if you’re coming back, you’re spending your first few nights in a cell.*

***Alex:*** *Hm, sounds comfortable.*

***Kate:*** *Alex-- sorry, what did he do?*

***William:*** *He stabbed and killed one of us on the first day.*

***Kate:*** *Oh - that’s… worrying. But… I mean - maybe that guy was bad?*

***Alex:*** *Yes.*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t think he was…*

ERIN MONROE hurriedly steps into the room, rushing over to Jacob and hugging him.

***Jacob:*** *Woah, woah-- what happened?*

***Erin:*** *There’s some - some new psychopath in town.*

***Jacob: (Glancing at Alex)*** *I’m fed up with all these psychopaths, I’ll be honest. Who is it?*

***Erin:*** ***(Quickly)*** *Mr. Badrick-- the nightclub owner - he runs the Rasta gang. They-- he has Edward and - I don’t even know. Me and Dean overheard him--*

***Jacob:*** *Hey, hey -- relax. We’ll sort it out.*

***Alex:*** *Uh, am I crazy or did I just hear other people?*

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

***Alex:*** *The vent just made some sounds.*

***Jacob:*** *Probably just people moving to the roof. Now - Alex, we’re going to move you into a cell for now.*

***Alex: (Smiling)*** *Great.*

***Kate:*** *Where are we going to put him? The basement is - a little grim?*

***Jacob:*** *We’ll lock him in -- that book store in the Entrance Plaza. Close off the shutters. It’ll give him something to do.*

***Alex:*** *Yes! Thank you very much.*

Kate unties Alex from the chair and starts leading him out into the hallway. Jacob follows.

**Scene #16 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/MAIN HALL**

Jacob knocks loudly on the office door.

***Jacob:*** *Felix! We need the keys for the book store in the Entrance Plaza!*

The office door opens slowly, and FELIX QUARTERMAN stumbles out, pushing Jacob aside.

***Felix:*** *Why?*

***Jacob:*** *Alex is back.*

***Felix:*** *WHAT? THAT MANIAC? Are you fucking off your nutter?*

***Jacob:*** *Calm down, we’re locking him up for a reason.*

***Felix:*** *This somehow gets worse and fucking worse!*

He turns around, going back into the office to dig through the drawers until finding a key. He tosses it over to Jacob.

***Felix:*** *Knock yourselves out!*

Jacob catches it and turns around to hand it off to Kate.

***Jacob:*** *Take him there.*

***Kate:*** *Alright. Come on, Alex.*

She walks out into the Entrance Plaza, bringing Alex along with her.

**Scene #16 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA/THE SINISTER READ**

Kate cuts the zip ties off of Alex once they arrive at the bookstore.

***Kate:*** *It’s a nice cell, to be fair. Plenty to read and it has a nice sitting area.*

***Alex:*** *Thanks.*

Kate retreats back out of the store, looking back at Alex.

***Kate:*** *Good day, Alex.*

She pulls down the shutters, locking them from the outside.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE BAR**

AUSTIN KINGSTON drops a bag of supplies on the floor, as LOGAN CARLSON pulls out a bar stool, taking a seat.

***Logan:*** *I could use a drink right about now.*

***Austin:*** *Yeah-- well, so could I.*

Logan reaches over to a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses on the counter, filling them up. Austin comes strolling over, grabbing his shot glass.

***Austin:*** *Thank you, son.*

They both down the shot quickly.

***Logan:*** *Y’know-- my momma, she hated whiskey. Used to call it ‘The Devil's Drink’.*

Logan frowns, setting his glass back down.

***Logan:*** *I had to shoot her myself - when she turned.*

***Austin:*** *Sorry you had to do that. Your dad - he a drinker?*

***Logan:*** *Don’t know, don’t care. Never seen him. He was gone by the time I was one. I don’t remember a damn thing about him.*

***Austin:*** *One of those fathers, huh?*

***Logan:*** *Yeah.*

***Austin:*** *My parents - both dead long before this apocalypse even started.*

***Logan: (Frowning)*** *I’m sure they were nice people.*

***Austin:*** *Sweetest couple in the world.*

***Logan:*** *This apocalypse… it’s-it’s something else. The things it makes us do just to live. I wonder… if some places in the world aren’t infected yet. Like - no zombies there.*

***Austin:*** *Last I heard it was Australia and New Zealand holding out the infection. But-- ah, who knows.*

***Logan:*** *No way anyones getting there - half way across the goddamn world! Anyway - I’m gonna head to bed. I’m real tired, Austin.*

***Austin:*** *Get some rest, we’ll head out sooner or later.*

***Logan:*** *If you’re not going to bed, try and get some supplies.*

***Austin:*** *Naw-- I’ll go when you wake up. We’ll go to the gun store. Bound to be some good stuff there. Anyways - you get some rest.*

***Logan:*** *Alright.*

He stands up, patting Austin on the shoulder as he walks by, stepping into the back room.

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**Scene #18**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - OUTSIDE ENTRANCE - AFTERNOON**

A limousine pulls up outside of the town hall in Willamette. DAMERAE BADRICK steps out hastily, looking on at the building.

***Badrick:*** *Edward - my friend. Take a look. The heart of the town. The civic center. Town hall. Where else to leave a mark and begin things than right here?*

EDWARD REMAR steps out on the other side of the limo.

***Edward:*** *I could - think of no better place.*

***Badrick:*** *Yes, good.*

**Scene #18 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE TOWN HALL - FIRST FLOOR**

Badrick and Edward walk into the building, taking a good look around at the place.

***Badrick:*** *I shall call the rest of my men here - the few that there are.*

***Edward:*** *Wouldn’t you consider thirty men - quite a lot?*

***Badrick:*** *Perhaps… for the times we are living in. But under usual circumstances I didn’t need an army as a businessman. I told you, Edward. As Fayard’s former mentor, I merely funded his gang and took a healthy amount of the profit. I associate myself with criminals - but I do not do the bank-robbing.*

***Edward:*** *With all due respect, Mr. Badrick, there are different kinds of criminals.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, indeed there are. But the public eye could not know of such shady events taking place. Then again, I did just run nightclubs and strip clubs, and the majority of people who go there can easily turn a blind eye. Still - the majority of the population was best kept out of the loop. Not that it matters anymore. It’s a new world, Edward. The dead walk the earth now, there is no law. I see this - as a lifting of the boundaries. A chance for something new.*

***Edward:*** *I… yes…*

***Badrick:*** *I am going to ensure you are prepped and ready for this, my friend.*

The two of them continue walking, eventually finding themselves in the main gathering, a fancy place.

***Badrick:*** *This will do nicely. Do you see the trust I have in you, Edward? I see a begging cripple who walks the streets with no purpose. He violently murders the man that killed his mother, and then proceeds to collapse. I take you in, I ask for your story. I came here to verify it with you alone. And now that we have done this, a layer of trust is built, do you not think so?*

***Edward:*** *I do.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, that pleases me. Please - sit. We need not worry about the dead. Slow, walking corpses? We are smarter, we are stronger. I’d certainly rather deal with them than a group of police officers* ***(He chuckles)***.

***Edward:*** ***(Uncomfortably)*** *Aha…*

***Badrick:*** *Ah, Edward, I am so glad that we--*

Badrick stops, hearing a noise come from the neighbouring room. He dashes out of the room, where he comes across a man attempting to crawl out of a small window. CLYDE ROLLINS, his back turned to Badrick, turns his head.

***Clyde:*** *Uh-- Hello! I… I didn’t want to bother you so - I thought I’d just - make an exit!*

He quickly turns his head back, desperately trying to crawl out. However, Badrick makes his way over, grabbing the back of Clyde’s shirt and ripping him back inside. He looks down at him.

***Badrick:*** *You… You are a celebrity. Clyde Rollins* ***(He grins)***. *Well, isn’t it a shock to see such a man alone in the apocalypse?*

***Clyde:*** *Aha… well, long story, of course. I am quite the survivor.*

***Badrick:*** *Mmm… you do not appear to be much to me.*

Clyde looks past Badrick, seeing Edward slowly entering the room.

***Clyde:*** *Aha-- you! I remember you!*

***Badrick: (To Edward)*** *And how is this?*

***Edward:*** *He was at the mall, like myself.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, this fancy mall appears to bring all sorts of personalities together.*

***Clyde:*** *Yes - and I--I will give you some space - right now! And I will move out of your - area.*

Clyde stands up, moving to leave.

***Badrick:*** *Oh, nonsense, my friend. I would love the presence of a celebrity.*

He puts an arm around Clyde’s shoulder.

***Badrick:*** *Come, sit with us.*

***Clyde:*** *Aha… probably not a good idea, but--*

***Badrick:*** ***(Demanding)*** *Sit.*

***Clyde:*** *…Of course… of course.*

The three of them find a nearby table and take a seat.

***Badrick:*** *Isn’t this nice?* ***(He looks out the window)*** *I see that this mall is a point of interest now. And I will require you gentlemen to tell me what you can of it.*

***Edward:*** *Not much to say at all…*

***Badrick:*** *Oh but there must be.*

***Clyde:*** *There is a group there. They all - live there, quite a lot of them. Bad people! I fled because they had locked me up!*

***Edward:*** *LIAR!*

***Badrick:*** *Oh? A liar? Well, I do not very much like liars.*

***Edward:*** *They aren’t bad people. I think they are just trying to survive like the rest of us.*

***Clyde:*** *They are terrible people!*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, but which one of you is lying? Edward - you would not lie to me so soon, would you?*

***Edward:*** *I’m not lying.*

***Badrick:*** *So - Mr. Rollins. Are you lying to me?*

He stands up, towering over Clyde.

***Clyde:*** *N-NO! Not at all! They-- maybe we can put this into perspective!*

***Badrick:*** *And how is that?*

***Edward:*** *They are survivors like the rest of us. There’s no bad people and there’s no good. We needn’t concern them.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, but if we are to set up operations here, we should meet the neighbours. And we will.*

***Edward:*** *Well -- I am sure we can ally with them.*

***Badrick:*** *Oh, yes. When my men arrive, they will work for me, simply put. Now - let us rest for the remainder of the evening. I believe we have long days ahead.*

***Clyde:*** *If you don’t mind - I’ll head off--*

***Badrick:*** *You will sleep in the basement.*

***Clyde:*** *Aha… you--you’re pulling my leg, right? Right…?*

***Badrick: (Pointing at the basement door)*** *Go on.*

***Clyde:*** *I…*

***Badrick:*** *Go.*

Clyde gets up, sadly walking towards the basement door. He stops in front of it, looking back over his shoulder.

***Badrick:*** *Do I need to put you to bed? Are you a toddler?* ***GO!*** *You are a grown man!*

Frowning, Clyde opens the door and walks down the steps.

***Edward:*** *I suppose I’ll go find a place upstairs to sleep.*

***Badrick:*** *I shall sleep in the limo. Our driver will keep watch. Big days ahead, Edward. Rest well.*

Badrick nods to him, exiting the room.

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**Scene #19**

**WILLAMETTE MUSEUM - MAIN OFFICE**

BENJAMIN TAYLOR sits at his desk, staring down at a map covered in red X’s, his fists clenched.

***Benjamin:*** *You say you’ve checked almost everywhere?*

***Robin:*** *Three times over. It’s been two weeks, boss. What if they’ve moved beyond the town?*

***Benjamin:*** *Then we will, too. My little girl is MISSING, Robin. We are to FIND her. I thought I made that perfectly clear.*

***Robin:*** *Oh, you did, boss. But we’re losing men and resources doing this. Last week we lost three men to a group of raiders.*

Benjamin sighs, looking away from the map and leaning back.

***Benjamin:*** *You’re right, I know. But-- we’re so close. I can feel it. Do you have anything else to report to me?*

***Robin:*** *Actually, yes. We sighted a limo entering town today. I found it to be very recognizable.*

***Benjamin:*** *And how’s that?*

***Robin:*** *It was green, with the infamous Rasta gang logo on it.*

***Benjamin:*** *What the bloody hell are they doing this far out? The Rastas come from New York City.*

***Robin:*** *Their leader does, but in my time protecting the business, I’ve heard cases of their widespread influence across America.*

***Benjamin:*** *A limo, though? You think -- what’s his face… Fayard, would come this far out?*

***Robin:*** *No, most likely not. I do believe New York City was blocked off quite early on.*

Benjamin stands up.

***Benjamin:*** *Those men are dangerous. We are not to waste our time on them. I want them dealt with-- if they get a hold of her… of Sarah… do you know what they’d do? I’ve… I’ve heard the reports.* ***(He shakes his head)*** *They need to be dealt with--I know how.*

***Robin:*** *How?*

***Benjamin:*** *Contact the group from last week. The criminals - the ones who helped us search. Mr. Wright.*

***Robin:*** *I could pay him a visit. I’m sure Mr. Haywood would be happy to visit his warehouse with me.*

***Benjamin:*** *Yes - tell them I want this new Rasta gang in town eliminated quite quickly. I’ll… I’ll give them a fair assortment of ammo for it.*

***Robin:*** *Very well, sir. Anything else before I head out?*

***Benjamin:*** *No, no. Thank you, Mr. Clarke.*

ROBIN CLARKE nods, swiftly stepping out of the office.

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - AFTERNOON**

On the roof, ALBERT HANSON and ALDUS PAXTON are sitting beside each other, looking out into the parking lot. Across the roof, JACOB FELDMAN is sitting by himself.

***Albert:*** *What’s your name again? Alden?*

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

***Albert:*** *Ah, Aldus. Well, it’s good to meet you. Your friends are cool.*

Aldus nods, before he turns his head, noticing ERIN MONROE coming up onto the roof with TEDDY POWELL behind her, a couple of solar panels in hand.

***Erin:*** *Just place them here, Teddy.*

Teddy sets them down.

***Teddy:*** *I have no idea how to set them up.*

JIM BUTTERMAN approaches him, smiling.

***Jim:*** *Fear not, Teddy. I know how. Love these things. They’ll help us in the long run. If the mall power does go out - we’ll be sorted.*

Albert and Aldus stand up, walking over.

***Jim:*** *Hello, Albert!* ***(He waves)***

Albert smiles, giving a wave back. Meanwhile, Erin heads over to Jacob, taking a seat beside him.

***Erin:*** *Hey, what are you doing up here?*

***Jacob:*** *I’m thinking about what you said. Those men - the limo. We’ve had a few days of peace, even with that private army looming around.*

***Teddy:*** *Any idea what actually happened to them? I haven’t seen them since two weeks ago when they attacked. Possible they moved?*

***Jim:*** *Let’s hope so!*

Jim begins preparing the solar panels.

***Jim:*** *Oh, this is going to be great!* ***(To Erin and Albert)*** *Thanks for going out! I swear - this will help us in the long run.*

***Teddy: (Kneeling beside Jim)*** *Need any help?*

***Jim:*** *Oh, well you could always help with the heavy-lifting.*

***Teddy:*** *As always.*

***Jim:*** *Well, of course! Look at you, you’re a brute!*

***Teddy:*** *Yeah, yeah.*

He lifts up one of the panels.

***Jacob:*** *So - if the mall generator dies, we’ll have these?*

***Jim:*** *Indeed we will.*

***Jacob:*** *That’s fucking great, Jim!*

***Jim:*** *Language, lad.*

***Jacob:*** *Sorry, sorry.*

***Erin:*** *Oh, Jim-- you’re a bundle of joy.*

***Jim:*** *How else does one deal with times like this? Now - how many did you guys get?*

***Erin:*** *Well - we were in a hurry. The limo passed by, so-- seven or eight?*

***Jim:*** *May need to go back in the future, big mall to cover. But for now, these’ll be great.*

***Erin:*** *Terrific.*

***Teddy:*** *How long do you think the mall generator has left anyway?*

***Jim:*** *Oh, I reckon maybe another week. But always good to be on the safe side!*

Erin turns back to Jacob, speaking to him.

***Erin:*** *I forgot to say, Jacob-- while we were out-- Edward - he’s some kind of apprentice to this Rasta man. We heard it all-- I don’t think finding his family went too well. Led him to being picked up by Badrick. And now their operation seems to have moved here.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, well-- surely other survivors don’t like the Rastas that much. Edward’s a friend - I think. I’m sure he’ll give us a chance.*

***Erin:*** *I… I don’t think Edward’s the one in control. I-I don’t know. I’m worried.*

***Jacob:*** *We’ll be fine. This place is like a fortress.*

***Teddy:*** *That it is. We can fend off anything. And hey-- with all of Albert’s new friends, we’ve got more numbers. I haven’t had much of an impression with them yet. What’re they like?*

***Jim:*** *I’ve not even seen the new fellas!*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t think I have either.*

***Erin:*** *They seem decent - hell, we found the poor bastards trapped in a construction site.*

***Jacob:*** *I might as well tell you all now, too. The book store - Sinister Read, it’s being used as a cell for now. It’s for a-- old guy, who was with us. Alex. He’s acting like nothing happened. We’ve got him locked up in there for now. I’ve got Kate monitoring him.*

***Jim:*** *I believe everyone deserves a second chance. Me and Teddy - we got one, didn’t we?*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, well you and Teddy didn’t slit a guy’s throat open on the first day.*

***Teddy:*** *Oh… jeez. That sounds rough.*

Jacob turns back around to look out onto the street. He narrows his eyes, seeing something.

***Jacob:*** *Hey - guys.* ***(Quietly)*** *What in the fuck…*

A convoy of green-coloured vehicles, Rasta symbols spray painted onto them, drive past the mall, driving into the heart of town.