Welcome to Paradise/Transcript

*“Welcome, friends! To Paradise!”* *—Edward*

Robert Pattinson as WILLIAM REYNES

Nicholas Hoult as CLAYTON FREEMAN

Nick Frost as RANDALL FORSTER

Simon Quarterman as FELIX QUARTERMAN

Robin Lord Taylor as EDWARD REMAR

Helen McCrory as HELEN CULLEN

Kenneth Branagh as CLYDE ROLLINS

Steven Ogg as STEVEN PHILIPS

John Kassir as SKITTLES THE CLOWN

Todd Soley as QUENTIN RICHARDS

Jeff Probst as RANDY WHEELER

Daniel Bruhl as ALEX WEISS

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**Scene #1**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/OFFICE**

HELEN CULLEN and FELIX QUARTERMAN, the two mall managers, are sitting in an office discussing the revenue that the mall is bringing in.

***Helen:*** *The numbers aren’t good, Mr. Quarterman.*

***Felix:*** *Oh please, Helen. Drop the fucking formalities. We’ve worked here for years.*

Felix stands, pacing around the room.

***Felix:*** *If the board wants to complain about fucking numbers in a mall out in the middle of fucking nowhere, they can come fucking clean up the shit we deal with.*

***Helen:*** *It is not about that.*

***Felix:*** *Yeah, cause the fucking mall--for the location it’s in--is doing amazing. Hundreds of daily shoppers. If they wanted to build this fucking super location into a city, they could’ve. Instead it’s the fucking highlight of Willamette.* ***(Annoyed)*** *Fuck sake, I need a beer. Kate!*

KATE BLOODSTONE enters the office.

***Kate:*** *Yes, Mr. Quarterman?*

***Felix:*** *Timing, Kate. I shouldn’t have had to fucking yell for you. Get me a beer. Anything, I don’t care.*

Felix sits back down, kicking his feet up. Kate nods and walks out. While relaxing, Felix notices a clown on one of the security cameras. He points it out.

***Felix:*** *Sorry - what the fuck is he doing?*

***Helen:*** *It’s a clown, Felix. He entertains the kids.*

***Felix:*** *He’s making a fucking wreck of our reputation. I’ve been saying this for fucking days now. Why we hire a complete fucking useless degenerates is beyond me. We need to get rid of the bugger.*

***Helen:*** *For god sake, Felix we have more pressing damn matters.*

Kate reenters the room with a beer in hand. She hands it over to Felix.

***Felix:*** *It’s fucking warm. Why the fuck is it warm?*

***Helen:*** *It’s a hot day, get over it.*

***Felix:*** *I sent her to get it from a fucking fridge.*

***Helen:*** ***(Sighing)*** *Wisen up you fucking baby.*

***Kate:*** *Sorry, sir.*

***Felix:*** ***(To Kate)*** *Go fetch me that fucking clown, tell him to bring his bag or whatever the fuck he uses.*

***Kate:*** *Yes, sir.*

Kate exits the office.

***Helen:*** *You’ve got to be kidding me. This is beyond a damn joke.*

Some time later, Kate enters with SKITTLES THE CLOWN.

***Felix:*** ***(Pointing at Skittles)*** *You. Whatever the fuck your name is, you’re gone. Out. Cut from the deal.*

Helen facepalms as she listens to this.

***Skittles:*** *Wh-what? I’ve been working here for--for seven years, sir?*

***Felix:*** *And you’re a fucking waste of space. Whatever dignity you have left, you should scrape up and leave with.*

***Skittles:*** *But - look, sir, I’m sorry. I just-- I have a family to provide for. My brother - he’s sick. You--*

***Felix:*** *I don’t have time for a fucking sob story. Pack your fucking bag, or whatever sack you dragged here this morning other than the fucking tiny one between your legs, and get the fuck out.*

***Skittles:*** ***(Desperate)*** *Sir, please--*

***Felix:*** *Do I need to call fucking security? I said get the fuck out. You’re a bloody blade to our reputation.*

***Skittles:*** *I-- I’ll go. I’ll go.*

Skittles begins to walk out of the room.

***Skittles:*** *You - you’re a pathetic man.* ***(Laughing)*** *A - a real piece of--of filth.*

***Felix:*** *Get. THE FUCK. Out.*

***Skittles:*** *Yeah, yeah. Piece of--piece of worthless shit.*

Skittles storms out of the office.

***Helen:*** ***(Upset)*** *You handled that in the worst way possible. Why aren’t I surprised?*

Felix ignores his co-worker, picking up his beer and walking out.

***Helen:*** *You can take the rest of the day off, Kate.*

***Kate:*** *Oh - thank you, thank you.*

Kate leaves the office.

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**Scene #2**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

OWEN GLIEFIELD is sitting on a bench with a cell phone to his ear, speaking to his concerned wife about when he’ll return home.

***Owen:*** *I think he’ll enjoy the idea. It’s good for his career.* ***(Nodding)*** *Okay. It’s a stretch, but it’s worth a shot.* ***(Sighing)*** *I know when to take my pills. I’m fine. My heart is just fine. I’m just waiting on Rollins to come in, and as soon as he does I’ll pitch the idea to him and be out. I’ll come home soon, I swear.  Alright? Love you. Bye.*

Owen hangs up and leans back into his seat, sighing. After feeling aches in his heart, he pulls out his pills from his coat and takes them.

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**Scene #3**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - FOOD COURT**

QUENTIN RICHARDS enters the food court, looking to get some lunch. He gets into line at a nearby restaurant. While waiting, he notices a man coughing excessively nearby. Shrugging it off as nothing, he goes to order his food. However, Quentin can’t help but notice that the man taking his order is looking more than unwell.

***Quentin:*** *You okay, sir?*

***Cashier:*** *Yeah - yeah, just a cold.*

***Quentin:*** *Don't you think you should--*

***Cashier: (Shaking his head)*** *Your order please?*

Quentin orders his food, pays for it, and goes to sit down while he waits for it. During his wait he spots a ragged and sickly-looking man sitting closeby.

***Restaurant server:*** *Here’s your order.*

The voice startles Quentin, but he thanks them, before trying to eat. His attention is drawn back over to the man he was looking at before, and watches as they growl. Having grown uncomfortable, Quentin gets up and leaves his meal. On his way out of the food court he sees the same cashier that’d served him rising from beneath the counter, blood covering his face.

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**Scene #4**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

CLAYTON FREEMAN and RANDALL FORSTER, two police officers, are munching on donuts and patrolling. Nearby, STEVEN PHILIPS, a drunk and dirty looking man, knocks over a plant pot. The two officers notice him and approach to deal with the situation.

***Clayton:*** ***(Grabbing Steven’s shoulder)*** *Sir, you can’t be doing shenanigans like that.*

***Steven:*** *Who the fuck are you?*

***Clayton:*** *I’m a cop.*

***Steven:*** *Hand off my fucking shoulder, pal.*

***Clayton:*** *Sir, I’m gonna have to cuff you, alright?*

***Steven:*** *Hand. Off.*

***Clayton:*** *You’re gonna be arrested. Alright, pal?*

***Steven:*** *I swear to the non-existent God. I will shit down your throat if you try to arrest me.*

***Clayton:*** *You were messing with public property, sir.*

***Steven:*** *I BUMPED into something!*

***Clayton:*** *And you’re back talking to an officer. On duty.*

***Steven:*** *I’m back talking to uncooked bacon, you fat pig.*

***Clayton:*** *Alright, come on.*

Clayton grabs Steven, shoves him against the wall, and cuffs him.

***Clayton:*** *You have the right to remain silent, sir. Anything you say can be used in a court of--*

Steven spins around and headbutts Clayton, before breaking into a sprint. Before any of the two officers can go after him, their attention is brought to the front door. Out in the parking lot, hundreds of figures were seen stumbling towards the entrance. Randall watches as one woman exits the mall, and is grabbed by one of them. She screams as the *zombie* bites into her neck. Another man on his way inside the mall is attacked by a couple more of them. He is ripped apart. Randall draws his gun in a panic. But when he sees how many of them there are, he steps back.

Suddenly, JEFFREY CORTEZ is seen rushing over to the doors.

***Jeffrey:*** *CLOSE THE DOORS! CLOSE THE MAIN DOORS! DON’T LET THOSE BLOODY THINGS IN HERE!*

Jeffrey slams the front doors shut and holds them closed.

***Jeffrey:*** ***(Panicked)*** *Find things! Board up the doors! Quick! Help me!*

The zombie horde bashes through the windows of the first set of doors.

***Jeffrey:*** ***(To everybody)*** *I SAID HELP ME! BOARD THE DAMN DOORS!*

JACOB FELDMAN, a man from within the crowd of people, steps forward, dragging a bench over to the door. Soon, most people in the plaza are helping to barricade the front doors. As this is happening, OWEN GLIEFIELD is looking on from nearby.

***Owen:*** *Damn protestors. They’re always everywhere nowadays, aren’t they?*

***Jeffrey: (Irritated)*** *Protestors? Are you an idiot? They just* ***BIT*** *and killed two people!*

***Owen:*** *Bit?*

Owen shakes his head.

***Owen:*** *Your eyes alright, friend?*

Randall, who is listening in on their conversation, storms over and grabs Owen. He proceeds to forcefully pull the man across the plaza over to the front doors, pushing him against the glass, where he can see the devoured woman outside.

***Owen:*** *WHAT THE-- WE GOTTA GET ALL THE COPS - THAT’S CANNIBALISM!*

Owen stumbles to the side as he begins hyperventilating. He quickly finds himself a seat and starts taking deep breaths to calm down. QUENTIN RICHARDS steps into the plaza and is taken aback by the sight of everything.

***Quentin:*** *Hey--what’s going on?*

***Owen:*** *Damn flesh eaters outside! They’re-- they’re hippies - eating everyone! I always knew they’d do this one day-- I need to get home. I need--*

Owen begins panting heavily. Quentin approaches him.

***Quentin:*** *Hey, breathe, man.*

***Owen:*** *YOU THINK I CAN BREATHE WHEN-- WHEN PEOPLE ARE BEING EATEN OUTSIDE?! I MEAN - CHRIST, KID!*

***Quentin:*** *Just-- calm.*

Owen takes his phone out, attempting to call back his wife, but it goes to voicemail.

After a while, the front doors are fully barricaded.

***Clayton:*** *Isn’t there another entrance?*

***Jacob:*** *There’s lots. Not much we can do, but - we can pull down the shutters to this plaza. Keep ourselves safe.*

***Jeffrey:*** *I’ll go shut us in here.*

Jeffrey heads to the back of the plaza, pulling down the shutters that lead into the Entrance Plaza, locking themselves in, but blocking everything else out.

Jacob approaches his best friend, WILLIAM REYNES, a biology teacher, and somebody who’s rather fascinated in what’s happening. William points out one of the zombies through the glass, one whose bones are acute, and it’s hamstring torn. He notices another one with a piece of rebar stuck through them.

***William:*** *It shouldn’t be breathing, let alone standing.*

***Jacob:*** *Best thing we can do is, uh - is--well--*

***William:*** ***(Still looking at the zombies)*** *Doesn't… make sense.*

Jacob turns to look at everyone in the plaza.

***Jacob:*** *Everyone. Go find some weapons in the shops around us. Work with what we’ve got.*

Randall and Clayton stay where they are, feeling safe with their service pistols.

***William:*** ***(Turning to Jacob)*** *Jacob - I saw a sports shop not far from here.*

***Jacob:*** *Where?*

***William:*** *Sports high. I’ll go get us something.*

William turns, walking off.

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**Scene #5**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA/SPORTS HIGH SHOP**

WILLIAM REYNES enters the store, where inside he finds KATE BLOODSTONE leaning against the wall.

***Kate:*** *You’re here for weapons?*

***William:*** *Yeah - yeah, I am.*

***Kate:*** *Find me something, please.*

***William:*** *Okay.*

Kate takes out a cigarette and lighter and starts smoking. William makes his way through the empty store, attempting to open the back door, but it’s locked.

***William:*** ***(To Kate)*** *You don’t have a match - do you?*

***Kate:*** *No.* ***(Shaking her head)*** *What the fuck’s going on?*

***William:*** ***(While smiling)*** *The end of the world.*

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

***William:*** *Dead people--well, figuratively dead--are somehow able to stay alive, despite their sustained injuries.*

***Kate:*** ***(In denial)*** *It’s some - angry mob.*

***William:*** *Oh yeah? I’m a biology teacher - trust me. Those motherfuckers should be dead. You ever survive having a rebar stuck through your ribs, lungs and the bottom of your esophagus?*

William finds a cricket bat on one of the shelves.

***Kate:*** ***(Annoyed)*** *Ugh, how do I get out of the mall then?*

***William:*** *Uh, well. You don’t.*

***Kate:*** *I will. I’m gettin’ outta here.*

***William:*** *I mean, you’re welcome to try.*

***Kate:*** *Nothin’s gonna stop me.*

***William:*** *I’ll get you that weapon, then.*

William picks out a golf club on a shelf and leaves it on the counter for her.

***William:*** *Here you go.*

***Kate:*** *Pleasure.*

Kate picks up the weapon and walks out, William not far behind her.

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**Scene #6**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ENTRANCE PLAZA**

In the Entrance Plaza, things aren’t looking too hot. OWEN GLIEFIELD fails once again to reach his wife, QUENTIN RICHARDS has a panic attack, and many others are worried and scared. Of the fifty or so people in the plaza, RANDY WHEELER and ALEX WEISS are looking rather unworried, and having a pleasant conversation about music. Meanwhile, KATE BLOODSTONE reenters the plaza now armed with a golf club. She approaches the front doors.

***Kate:*** *Alright then, everyone, I’m getting fucking home, and I’m not gonna sit in here waiting to die - someone open the doors so we can get outta here.*

***Jacob:*** *It looks like the doors are blocked, ma’am. Look around you.*

***Kate:*** ***(Growing irritated)*** *Brainless fuckers. We have fifty people in here. We’ll take them on, and get home.*

Kate begins dragging furniture and other things off of the front doors.

***Jeffrey:*** *Stop that, you crazy bitch!*

As people are rushing over to stop her, Kate manages to move enough things and swing open the front door. Immediately the zombie horde pours into the mall. Kate stumbles backwards, dropping her weapon in a panic. As she lays eyes on the lifeless moving corpses, she freaks out and runs away. CLAYTON FREEMAN and RANDALL FORSTER draw their pistols and open fire into the zombie horde, quickly learning that headshots appear to be the only way to kill them. All around the plaza, men and women either flee the Entrance Plaza deeper into the mall, or are killed. JEFFREY CORTEZ is one of the few to escape the Plaza alongside Kate.

Out of nowhere, HELEN CULLEN appears on the second floor of the plaza.

***Helen:*** *ALL OF YOU! GET TO THE SECURITY ROOM! IT’S ON THE SECOND FLOOR, GET UP HERE!*

Officers Clayton and Randall begin moving towards the staircase, but Randall becomes separated from his partner by a few zombies. Clayton makes it up the stairs, whilst Randall runs out of ammo and is forced to run out of the plaza. Randy and Alex casually walk over to and up the staircase as people are devoured all around them. Owen, with his heart aching with pain, manages to make it up the stairs, as does Quentin. WILLIAM REYNES and JACOB FELDMAN stick together while moving towards the staircase.

At the top of the stairs, Helen holds the door open as Clayton, Randy, Alex and Owen stumble inside. Quentin, who’s horrified at the sight of a woman being ripped apart below, has to be dragged inside by Helen.

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**Scene #7**

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

RANDY WHEELER takes a seat on one of the chairs, keeping quiet, while QUENTIN RICHARDS falls against the wall, still not believing what was happening. ALEX WEISS and CLAYTON FREEMAN begin looking around the room.

***Alex:*** *Nice place.*

***Clayton:*** ***(In a calm manner)*** *This is kind of a workout. Is there a TV here? We gotta check the news.*

***Alex:*** *I don’t know.*

Suddenly, FELIX QUARTERMAN appears from one of the other rooms, a furious look on his face.

***Felix:*** *Who the* ***FUCK*** *are all of  you?*

***Clayton:*** *I’m Officer Clayton.*

***Alex:*** *Hi there. I’m Alex. Your mall is being… overrun, I guess. Funny story.*

Alex approaches, forcing a handshake with Felix. Ignoring the man, Felix turns his attention to HELEN CULLEN, who’s just closed the security room door.

***Felix:*** *Helen - are you bloody mental? Why are you letting these fucking people in?*

***Helen:*** *We’re management, it’s our fucking job, Felix.*

***Quentin:*** ***(Quivering)*** *There are flesh eaters outside-- whatever the fuck they are. I--*

***Helen:*** *We KNOW. Can you all calm down for a moment? Can you all just SHUT UP!*

The security room grows quiet.

***Helen:*** *God damn it. You all make things much more stressful.* ***(Calming down)*** *I’m Helen - this is Felix. We are the managers here. We all see what’s going on, no NEED to narrate it for us. How many have been killed?*

***Felix:*** *Who gives a fuck?*

***Owen:*** *Probably everyone by now. Feels like it at least…*

Clayton steps forward.

***Clayton:*** *Helen, is there a TV we can check for the news on how bad this is?*

***Helen:*** *If there was a working TV, I’d have it on. Everything is down. Phone signal. Television.*

Randy glances over with a pair of earbuds in.

***Randy:*** *But my song list still works!*

***Clayton:*** ***(To Helen)*** *I did try to call backup, but they-- they won’t make it. Too many freaks out there. But if you hurt the head, th- the things will die, from what I noticed.*

***Owen:*** *Is there any way we’ll be able to get out of here? I--I mean, my wife’s at home. Grandkids-- you know, I--*

***Clayton:*** *Sir, calm down. I don’t know,  but they’re probably alright.*

***Owen:*** ***(Angered)*** *Probably alright? Did you see those fucking things?!*

***Clayton:*** *They would lock their doors, I assume.*

***Alex:*** ***(To Owen, while laughing)*** *Or dead by now.*

***Owen:*** *FUCK YOU!*

OWEN GLIEFIELD gets up to lunge at Alex, but his heart stops him. He falls back into his chair, groaning in pain.

***Randy:*** *Guys, I wouldn’t worry. The military will most likely deal with it.*

***Owen:*** *Yeah-- you’re probably right.*

Suddenly, someone is heard hammering at the door. It’s WILLIAM REYNES and JACOB FELDMAN.

***Jacob:*** *Open up! Open the FUCKING DOOR!*

Clayton hurries over to the door.

***Felix:*** *Nope - don’t do it. Too many people already. Keep it closed--*

Clayton swings open the door, Jacob and William stumbling in immediately. Alex laughs at Felix. Clayton closes the door again, locking it.

***Helen: (Addressing everyone)*** *Can everyone- calm down a moment. We need to handle things here. No more bickering, no more panicking. No more narrating what we all see. Clear?*

***Alex:*** *Yes, ma’am.*

***Randy:*** *I was never panicking.*

Quentin and Clayton nod, while Owen frowns, looking at the ground.

***Jacob:*** *There’s some fucking police officer down there - still in the main plaza.*

***Felix:*** *Well, he’s fucked now. We’ve done our part.*

***Helen:*** *I. I did it. You did nothing, Felix.*

***Felix:*** *Yeah, yeah. Whatever.*

***Clayton:*** ***(Speaking about Randall)*** *He’s been my partner for two years, and I’m sure he’ll make it. He somehow always does.*

Owen peers over at Clayton.

***Owen:*** *I-- I don’t mean to give you no hope, friend, but I saw someone’s FUCKING guts bitten open. Just-- wide open.*

Helen turns back to the rest of the group.

***Helen:*** *Alright, how did they even get in here?*

***Jacob:*** *Some crazy bitch with a golf club let them in.*

Alex backs Jacob up.

***Helen:*** ***(Sighing)*** *All of you - you can rest in the waiting rooms until help arrives. Most likely the military. There is a restroom down the hall too. Do not go into the office unless invited, it’s a smaller room and us staff are needed in there.*

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**Scene #8**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - SECURITY ROOM/OFFICE**

HELEN CULLEN and FELIX QUARTERMAN enter the office.

***Felix:*** *Isn’t this just fucking terrific? Fuck sake.*

***Helen:*** *You need to stop being such a damn problem, Felix. I mean it. You cause enough stress as it is.*

***Felix:*** *Yeah, well, we’re in a stressful situation. Letting in these people is a problem.*

Helen notices the television above them playing an emergency broadcast.

***Helen:*** *Here.*

The two of them watch as the emergency broadcast starts. However, just as quickly as it starts, it goes black.

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**Scene #9**

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

WILLIAM REYNES, JACOB FELDMAN, ALEX WEISS, OWEN GLIEFIELD, QUENTIN RICHARDS and CLAYTON FREEMAN enter the room, all finding their seats. Jacob is immediately annoyed by how many entered the one waiting room.

***Jacob:*** *You all had to come into this room? There’s two for a reason…*

***William:*** *Some of you, uh-- move.*

Alex decides he’ll go check out the other room, while everybody else stays put. Owen once again tries using his phone to contact his family, but this time the phone dies on him.

***Quentin:*** ***(To Owen)*** *Breathe, man.*

***Owen:*** *Got a wife at home-- family out alone. Who am I kidding, I’m foolish for coming here.*

William, who has been examining a book for a while, looks around the room.

***William:*** *Have any of you seen a ‘zombie’ with damage sustained to the cranium?*

***Quentin:*** *Zombie.. Saw a few with - bites taken out of them.*

***William:*** *Cranium region.*

***Owen:*** ***(Shaking his head)*** *Saw someone eaten open though--*

***William:*** *So no skull injuries, but multiple other injuries.*

Quentin nods. Meanwhile, Jacob exits the room.

***Clayton:*** *Aim for the head is my recommendation. Shooting their knees will slow them down, or make them crawl.*

***Quentin:*** *They seem to like to-- walk and make noises. Maybe they’re just sick.*

***Owen:*** *Sick?* ***(Chuckling)*** *You call them sick?*

***Quentin:*** *They act--slightly human. That’s all I’m saying. Maybe if we starve them and just wait out here. Could be risky.*

***Clayton:*** *I mean, it is risky, but we need supplies.*

***William:*** *Everyone shut the fuck up. I don’t know any disease that can resist death. It’s my job to know that.*

However, nobody seems to pay attention to William, and so he angrily leaves the room.

***Owen: (Continuing from previous conversation)*** *Of course it’s risky, we gotta send one man out there to scavenge the damn place. Otherwise we’ll just be rotted corpses like them!*

***Clayton:*** *If the security cameras still work we can check for when the freaks are spread out for someone to get supplies.*

***Quentin:*** *Yeah, maybe. You got a notepad? Write down the plan. In the office I’m sure they got cameras.*

Clayton begins noting down the plan in his police notebook.

***Quentin:*** *We’ll have to send out a few people, maybe. We’ll need to get weapons.*

***Owen:*** *No, send out one good man. Give him a gun. We’ll be fine. If he can look around out there, I’m sure we’ll be okay. My say is on the officer.*

***Quentin:*** *We’re not sending out one guy. That’s just set out for murder.*

***Owen:*** *Better than all of us dying!*

***Quentin:*** *I don’t know if many people want to go really. And-- I can’t blame them. I shiver. I saw a-- a woman and her child..*

***Clayton:*** *It’s okay, we’re safe here. They can’t open doors.*

***Quentin:*** ***(Continuing)*** *They got-- pushed down. And just.. Just-- pieces of them - were everywhere. All over by the time I blinked. Christ have mercy…*

***Owen:*** *Your dear old Christ isn’t gonna give us mercy. He left us.*

***Quentin:*** *Yeah, we’ll see.*

***Owen:*** *You already saw! You said it yourself! A woman and her child-- ripped apart? A man, torn to pieces? You’ve seen enough to know that WE ARE FUCKED!*

Owen grabs at his chest, pain ripping through his heart once again.

***Owen:*** *You know what we need? To get home. My wife is at home. I-- I’m sorry for being rough with you two, but I’m worried, okay? I’m worried. My heart aches, my grandkids are alone-- I’m worried.*

***Clayton:*** *I understand, but you can’t waltz out there. There’s too many. And it’s risky. I also have another idea. Loud noises distract ‘em. So I say whoever goes out, we get some stuff to distract the freaks as well.*

***Quentin:*** *Do they sell firecrackers? We gotta keep the bullets. I guarantee we’ll need them.*

***Clayton:*** *I think, but if not then we can just toss glass.*

***Quentin:*** *Might not attract enough of them. We’ll need something big.*

***Clayton:*** *Or we could use children’s toys. Maybe the Infinity Gauntlet toy, that’s loud.. But not too loud.*

***Owen:*** *What about we make life easier and just--use a gun.*
***Quentin:*** *We’ll need the gun for whatever the hell those things are. We’ll need it.*

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**Scene #10**

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

ALEX WEISS comes knocking on the door. Inside, RANDY WHEELER is attempting to get some rest. He groans in annoyance.

***Randy:*** *Come in!*

***Alex:*** *Oh.. it’s open?*

Alex opens the door and steps in, taking a seat beside Randy.

***Alex:*** *Nice day, right? So much wonderful things going on.*

***Randy:*** *Mhm. A great day.*

***Alex:*** *I mean.. Great material for my new book! Oh, I’m an author.*

***Randy:*** *What are you writing about?*

***Alex:*** *I found my new story. My idol always wrote about apocalypses. Now I find my theme. “The Willamette Apocalypse”. That will be the title.*

***Randy:*** *Good name.*

***Alex:*** *Right?*

Alex gets up, looking around the room. Soon, he comes across a fridge full of beer. Randy notices from the couch.

***Randy:*** *Aye, pass one of those beers over.*

***Alex:*** *Sure thing!*

Alex picks up two cans, one for himself, and one for Randy. He returns to the couch and the two start drinking. It doesn’t take more than a minute for the both of them to chug down their beer, and be wanting more. Randy tosses his empty can towards the garbage can, sinking it inside.

***Randy:*** *Kobe!*

Alex attempts to do the same, but misses. Randy laughs.

***Randy:*** *Let’s have a good ten more cans.*

Alex gets up and rummages through the beer fridge, taking every single can out and setting it on the coffee table. Both men begin chugging down can after can, and become more intoxicated with each drink.

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**Scene #11**

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

After leaving the waiting room, JACOB FELDMAN is seen pacing back and forth in the hallway. As he’s doing this, HELEN CULLEN comes walking out the office.

***Helen:*** ***(To Jacob)*** *Oh - sorry, I don’t quite have your name.*

***Jacob:*** *Jacob. Jacob, uh - Feldman. You guys got anything?*

***Helen:*** *Nothing at all. Where we thought there was hope, it was false and cut off. It would seem we’re left to rely on ourselves in this case.*

***Jacob:*** *The zombies have taken the mall?*

***Helen:*** *Mostly. Filling up quickly. Willamette - this mall, it’s the highlight of the area. Most of the population will come by here. And around sixty-three thousand people live out here, Jacob.*

***Jacob:*** *That’s - nice. Cheery enough.*

***Helen:*** *What was it like out there? I saw a brief moment?*

***Jacob:*** *Terrible. It was terrible. People were being eaten left and right. The screams - the-- the mess.*

***Helen:*** *I’m sorry for Felix. He’s an asshole.*

***Jacob:*** *Didn’t bother me. Not yet. What’s the plan then? Are we just going to sit here?*

***Helen:*** *No, but not many people are going to volunteer to go out into the mall, are they? There’s still survivors out there, lots - and lots.*

FELIX QUARTERMAN comes walking up to them, having heard the last part of their conversation.

***Felix:*** *Ones that we don’t need to risk our necks for.*

***Helen:*** *Felix, for fuck’s sake.*

***Felix:*** *I’m going up to the roof, and I’m gonna fucking try to fix the signal.*

***Helen:*** *It seems to be a more widespread problem…*

WILLIAM REYNES exits the waiting room, and sits on a bench in the hall, examining his biology books.

***Felix:*** *Yeah, well I want to know what the fuck’s going on.*

***Helen:*** *We all do.*

Looking around the room, Jacob notices a large vent.

***Jacob:*** *Are those vents?*

***Helen:*** *They are.*

***Jacob:*** *Can’t we use them to get in and out safely?*

***Felix:*** *You’ll be safe in a vent, but whatever is on the other fucking end isn’t safe.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, well… which Plaza?*

***Helen:*** *Paradise.*

***Jacob:*** *What’s in it?*

***Helen:*** *It was being used up for an event. The star that was here is Clyde Rollins, seeing his new movie. The movieland was dominant today. So.. it’ll be crowded with the dead ones.*

***Jacob:*** *And it’s the plaza we need to go through to get anywhere?*

***Felix:*** *Mhm.*

***Jacob:*** *I think we ought to give it a shot.*

***Felix:*** ***(Laughing)*** *No, no. I’ll go to the roof, from there you can take the elevator to Paradise if you want.*

***Helen:*** *Gentlemen, you need an aim. An objective. Don’t go out if it’s not important.*

***Felix:*** *I’m not going out. I’m not going anywhere.*

Felix walks off. Jacob goes back to pacing around the room, thinking.

***Jacob:*** *How many of us are in here?*

William closes his books and stands up.

***William:*** *Three in the first waiting room. Two in the second, I think.*

***Jacob:*** *So not much. Well.. we’re gonna need food.*

***William:*** *Damn right.*

Felix comes walking back out, this time ready to go up to the roof.

***Jacob:*** ***(Continuing)*** *And the guy who knows the mall best… is gonna be needed. I don’t know if you catch my drift on this.*

***William:*** *We need the head honcho.*

Felix realizes that they’re talking about him.

***William:*** *He doesn’t seem to agree.*

***Felix:*** *I’m quite busy I’ll have you know.*

***William:*** *Doing what?*

***Felix:*** *I’m about to go to the roof.*

***William:*** *And do what?*

***Felix:*** *Observe whatever the fuck is going on, get a look out onto the courtyard.*

***William:*** *Take in the lovely scenery.*

***Felix:*** *It’s important to see what the fuck is going on. You can come if you’d like.*

***Jacob:*** *I will.*

***William:*** *So will I.*

Felix wordlessly lifts off the vent plate and climbs in, headed for the roof.

***Jacob:*** *Well… that looks - confining.*

***William:*** *After you.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, uh-- this scares me more than the dead.*

***William:*** *I’ll be right behind you.*

Jacob enters the vent and begins climbing up, with William close behind.

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**Scene #12**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - DAY**

FELIX QUARTERMAN, JACOB FELDMAN and WILLIAM REYNES climb out onto the roof, and look out at the hundreds of zombies wandering the parking lot.

***Jacob:*** *Fuck me…*

***William:*** ***(To Felix)*** *I’m a biology teacher, masters degree in viral identification. This shit is no virus known to man.*

***Felix:*** *Y’know, a good restaurant to use - would be the Colombian Roastmasters in the Paradise Plaza. It’ll have tons of fucking good food to bring back.*

***William:*** *Define good.*

***Felix:*** *All kinds of starters. It’s got it all cause they have an all you can eat service. So bread, breadsticks, salads. All we’ll need.*

***Jacob:*** *Fair enough.*

Felix points over to an elevator across the roof.

***Felix:*** *That leads to a storage room in Paradise Plaza. Though I don’t advise going down it now. Not without a big team.*

***Jacob:*** *Yeah, no shit…*

***William:*** *I should add: go for the brain. Deduced that if it’s a virus, to control motor functions it needs to be in the brain.*

***Felix:*** *Yeah, yeah..*

***Jacob:*** *The people in the waiting rooms - any of them seem, uh-- useful?*

***William:*** *They’re all brain-dead, but one’s a cop.*

***Jacob:*** *So he’ll insist on helping either way. So that’s at least one.*

***William:*** *The other two in the first waiting room are a bit squeamish, but they’d do it.*

***Jacob:*** *Suppose I should go down and start meeting some of the gang.*

Jacob approaches the vent and starts to climb down.

***Jacob:*** *This vent is gonna be a pain.* ***(To Felix)*** *There’s, uh-- no other safe way?*

***Felix:*** *No other way.*

As Jacob climbs down, William reviews the notes he’s taken.

***Felix:*** *What’re you looking at?*

***William:*** *I took down some notes, based on what I’ve observed thus far. It seems to be a virus, almost indefinitely. The host doesn’t have experience with the body it’s using, henceforth they’re slow, easy to avoid. They’re not intelligent and work off pack mentality.*

***Felix:*** *So you’ve taken notes and observations of what we have all seen and put it into a fancy term. Yeah, good job, Professor.*

Felix enters the vent and begins climbing down.

***William: (Quietly)*** *It’ll be useful…*

William climbs down.

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**Scene #13**

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

***Alex:*** *This is amazing… just living life.*

***Randy: (While opening another can)*** *Amazing day so far. Even though there are monster eating things outside, this beer is still good.*

***Alex:*** *That’s making it only better!*

After missing a toss to the garbage can, ALEX WEISS stands up with wobbly feet.

***Alex:*** *Ah.. it starts to kick in.*

***Randy:*** *You’ve only had three cans, man. How strong is this beer?*

***Alex:*** *Well, let me look.*

Alex picks up one of the cans, looking at it.

***Alex:*** *There, it says 15%. Damn. Strong beer.*

***Randy:*** *Well, that explains it.*

The two men continue drinking, and soon both become very drunk.

***Randy:*** ***(Slurring his words)*** *How come we never met before? We need to do this more often.*

***Alex:*** *I don’t know.*

Alex looks down at the last two cans of beer.

***Alex:*** *The last two beers…*

RANDY WHEELER quickly snatches them both, laughing.

***Alex:*** *Woah. That’s unfair.*

Randy, while still laughing, tosses one to him. The men then drink their final beers, though Randy spills some of his.

***Alex:*** ***(Noticing the spill)*** *Damn. It hit you harder than me, Randy.*

***Randy:*** ***(Laughing hysterically)*** *Why are you so funny?*

The laughing causes Alex to join in, and soon both men are on their feet, laughing uncontrollably. Alex tries blocking his ears to stop laughing.

***Alex:*** *If I can’t hear it… woah.*

***Randy:*** *What are you about, man?*

Alex uncovers his ears.

***Alex:*** *I don’t know.*

***Randy:*** *You’re going crazy, man!*

***Alex:*** *I’m crazy?*

***Randy:*** *You- yeah you!*

***Alex:*** *You’re crazy. Look at you!*

***Randy:*** *What do you mean? Look at you. You’re more drunk than I am!*

***Alex:*** *Take some steps, please.*

Randy chuckles as he attempts to walk in a straight line, but falls to the side. Alex laughs at him, but goes over to help him up. However, Randy doesn’t let go of Alex’s hand, and instead throws him into the couch, guffawing.

***Alex:*** *Dammit. You are that kind of drunk. I see…*

***Randy:*** *No-- no, you’re that kind of drunk.*

***Alex:*** *RANDY! In the other waiting room.. Could be more beer.*

***Randy:*** *Ohoho…*

Smiling, Randy exits the room. Alex follows behind, but not before checking on his knife in his bag.

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**Scene #14**

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

FELIX QUARTERMAN, JACOB FELDMAN and WILLIAM REYNES make it back inside the security room. HELEN CULLEN looks over.

***Helen:*** *So?*

***Jacob:*** *It’s, uh - not looking the greatest.*

***Helen:*** *I wasn’t expecting anything good.*

***Jacob:*** *I don’t want to assemble a team of useless folk to go out into that mall.*

***Helen:*** *Surely some of them will come. If they want food, they’ll surely fight for it. Being in here forever will drive someone crazy.*

Jacob turns to William.

***Jacob:*** *William. Go get some willing folks, I guess. Bring them out here.*

***William:*** *Right-o.*

Both William and Felix head into the first waiting room.

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**Scene #15**

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

RANDY WHEELER and ALEX WEISS burst into the first waiting room, extremely drunk.

***Randy:*** *Yoo! What’s going on, guys?*

***Clayton:*** ***(Whispering to Quentin)*** *I think they’re drunk.*

***Alex:*** *We had twelve cans of beer in our room. Where is yours?*

Nobody answers.

***Alex:*** *You could speak with us…*

Randy suddenly spots some beer cans sitting in the corner of the room. Randy struggles to count down, while Alex is easily able to count fourteen more cans.

***Alex:*** *Damn, Randy. You are drunk.*

The two men continue drinking, and when they finish their first can, Alex throws his empty can into the trash can. Eventually, tired of their drunken shenanigans, Quentin and Owen step out.

***Randy:*** *You lucky bitch..*

***Alex:*** *What did you call me?*

***Randy:*** *Lucky!*

***Alex:*** *No.. after the ‘lucky’.*

***Randy:*** *A-- a bitch!*

***Alex:*** ***(Angered)*** *Okay.. that’s it. DON’T INSULT ME!*

***Randy:*** ***(Laughing softly)*** *You’re the one insulting here.*

***Alex:*** *What?!*

Randy steps forward, throwing a punch, but it completely misses, and he tumbles over. Alex steps on his leg, cackling, before walking over to the corner of the room where a baseball bat is laying. He slowly picks it up.

***Randy:*** *Aye, man, leave that.*

Randy picks up a full can of beer and launches it at Alex. Using the bat, Alex sends the can flying off to the side of the room.

***Randy:*** *Foul ball!*

Randy grabs another can and tosses it, but this time it hits Alex. Randy falls against the wall, laughing.

***Alex:*** *You little…*

***Randy:*** *You SUCK at baseball!*

An angered Alex walks over and hits Randy with the butt of the bat.

***Randy:*** *Ugh! The hell, man?*

***Alex:*** *YOU. YOU HIT ME! So, Randy… say sorry.*

***Randy:*** *Say sorry.*

***Alex:*** *For?!*

***Randy:*** *For.*

***Alex:*** *STOP!*

***Randy:*** *Stop!*

Alex swings the bat into Randy’s head. Randy falls backwards, but quickly gets up and spears Alex to the ground.

***Clayton:*** *Come on, guys. That’s enough.*

***Alex:*** ***(To Randy)*** *JUST SAY SORRY!*

***Randy:*** *Just say sorry!*

Randy gets up, picks up another can of beer and tosses it at Alex.

***Randy:*** *Now.. stop.*

***Alex:*** *You hurt my feelings..*

***Randy:*** *You hit my head with a baseball bat!*

***Alex:*** *YOU STARTED IT!*

WILLIAM REYNES and FELIX QUARTERMAN enter the room.

***William:*** *The fuck..*

***Clayton:*** *They had too many beers.*

William picks up a book and tosses it at the two drunks to try and get their attention, but it does nothing.

***Felix:*** *Did they drink MY fucking booze?*

***William:*** *Both of you retards!*

***Randy:*** *He started it!*

***William:*** *I don’t give a fuck.*

***Felix:*** ***(To William)*** *We aren’t bringing them. Come on. Officer, come along.*

CLAYTON FREEMAN nods, getting up and walking out. William and Felix exit shortly after.

***Randy:*** *Let’s be friends again, okay?*

***Alex:*** *YOU DIDN’T EVEN SAY SORRY!*

***Randy:*** *FINE! I’M SORRY!*

Full of rage, Alex charges Randy, pummeling him, and causing Randy’s head to start bleeding.

***Randy:*** *STOP, YOU IDIOT!*

Alex stops, getting up.

***Alex:*** *I’m sorry!*

***Randy:*** *Oh, NOW you say sorry?! I said sorry BEFORE YOU STARTED TO BEAT ME! WHY THE FUCK DID WE FIGHT?*

***Alex:*** *You were drunk!*

***Randy:*** *So were you!*

***Alex:*** *I said I am sorry!*

***Randy:*** *SO DID I!*

As the effects of the alcohol slowly begin to wear off, Alex pulls out a knife from his bag.

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**Scene #16**

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

WILLIAM REYNES, FELIX QUARTERMAN and CLAYTON FREEMAN enter the hallway after exiting the waiting room.

***William:*** *Fucking degenerate trash.*

***Helen:*** *So how many of you are heading to -- paradise. What a fitting name…*

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

***Jacob:*** *I am.*

***William:*** *Me.*

***Felix:*** *I suppose I am too, but under the impression that these assholes will be protecting me.*

***William:*** *He says, hypocritically.*

***Helen:*** *I’ll be here setting up the radios, that way I’ll be able to contact you all by the next time you go out.*

***Jacob:*** *Why aren’t the others coming?*

***William:*** *They’re drunk. Hitting each other with - bats, or whatever.*

***Felix:*** *And I was completely wrong about not wanting to let people in?*

***Helen:*** *I’ll deal with the idiots.*

***Felix:*** *And the rest of us best get going then.*

***William:*** *Too right.*

***Helen:*** *Good luck, all of you.*

William, Felix, Clayton and JACOB FELDMAN enter the vents and begin climbing up.

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**Scene #17**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - ROOF - DAY**

WILLIAM REYNES, FELIX QUARTERMAN, CLAYTON FREEMAN and JACOB FELDMAN climb out onto the roof and begin walking across towards the elevator.

***Felix:*** *The storage room should be safe - it’s locked up. So when we get down there, it’ll be quiet UNTIL we open the doors to Paradise Plaza.*

Wordlessly, the group makes it to the elevator and they begin heading down. Clayton examines his taser, which William notices.

***William:*** *Don’t try anything with the taser. Electricity has no effect on dead bodies.*

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

**Scene #17 Cont.**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - STORAGE ROOM**

William, Felix, Clayton and Jacob step out of the elevator into the storage room.

***Jacob:*** *Well, shit, this is peaceful.*

***William:*** *What’s our goal here? The food in the restaurant?*

Felix nods, as the group arrives at the doors to Paradise Plaza.

***Felix:*** *Get fucking ready.*

Jacob and William ready their baseball bats, while Clayton checks on his pistol.

***Jacob: (To Clayton)*** *How much ammo?*

***Clayton:*** *Well, I have two magazines left after this one.*

***William:*** *Try not to waste it. Pistol whip for now, maybe?*

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

Felix opens the doors to Paradise Plaza.

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**Scene #18**

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

ALEX WEISS approaches RANDY WHEELER, knife in hand.

***Randy:*** *Fuck you want?*

***Alex:*** *Y’know.. I really like you,* ***Buddy***.

Alex gets nearer to Randy.

***Alex:*** *I tried to keep calm.*

In one swift motion, Alex raises the knife and shoves it through Randy’s hand as he goes to block his head. Randy screams in pain.

***Randy:*** *YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!*

The two wrestle with each other, fighting over the knife until it gets tossed aside. Randy stands back up, backing up.

***Randy:*** *BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! BACK AWAY!*

Alex retrieves the knife from the floor, turning back to Randy.

***Alex:*** *Look… come over here.  I don’t know what happened. It was the beer!*

As Randy turns his back to try and open the door, Alex charges forward like a bull and rams the knife deep into Randy’s shoulder. Randy yells in agony as he falls into the main hall.

**Scene #18 Cont.**

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

Randy tumbles through the hall, bleeding from his wounds, though Alex is hot on his tail.

***Randy:*** *FUCKING ANIMAL! BACK THE FUCK AWAY!*

HELEN CULLEN, having heard the disturbance, comes hurrying out into the hall.

***Helen:*** *What are you both doing?! Stop this now you useless pieces of shit! You’ve ALREADY gotten drunk, you’ve already ENOUGH HASSLE for all of us! So do me a damn favour and just sit still!*

***Randy:*** *GET HIM THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! HE STABBED ME! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SIT STILL WHILE I’M BLEEDING OUT?*

***Alex:*** ***(To Helen)*** *He’s crazy, ma’am. He hurt himself. He has a mental illness!*

Randy shuffles to his feet and immediately swings at Alex, fighting him. After a few moments, he stands back.

***Alex:*** *Why… Why did you do this? Hurting yourself is dangerous.*

Alex, the knife hidden behind his back, smiles as he slowly approaches Randy.

***Alex:*** *Just stop. Take my hand,* ***buddy***.

Still terrified, Randy slowly reaches out with his good hand, and right as he does, Alex pulls him forward, stabbing his stomach. Randy collapses, as Helen runs over, punching Alex until he falls over, knocked out.

***Helen:*** *Fucking psychopath.*

Helen turns to Randy, helping him up.

***Helen:*** *Stay with me - stay with me!*

She brings Randy into the waiting room, where he can be treated by OWEN GLIEFIELD.

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**Scene #19**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA**

WILLIAM REYNES, FELIX QUARTERMAN, CLAYTON FREEMAN and JACOB FELDMAN quietly step out into Paradise Plaza, where zombies are seen scattered everywhere. The four men quickly find cover behind a stack of crates. In the middle of the plaza, up on a raised platform, EDWARD REMAR is seen fighting away zombies.

***Edward:*** ***(While kicking a zombie back)*** *AND LET THAT BE A LESSON! You’ll REGRET trying to claw at me you disgusting DEAD piece of FILTH!*

***William:*** ***(Looking at Edward)*** *Get a load of this.*

***Felix:*** *Fucking hell.*

***Jacob:*** *Are we gonna head over to him? He’s in a pretty good place, using those centerpieces as a place to be. Fuck it.*

Without waiting for a response from his team, Jacob darts out into the open, knocking zombies out of the way as he runs over to Edward and the platform. William and Clayton go after him without question, and so does Felix, but in annoyance. Soon, Felix catches up to Jacob.

***Felix:*** *Sorry - what was your profession?*

***Jacob:*** *English teacher.*

Jacob and the others make it to the platform and climb up before the zombies can get them. Edward looks over.

***Edward:*** *Welcome, friends! To Paradise! Do you get it?*

***Felix:*** *No fucking shit, yes we get it.*

***Edward:*** *How can I help you all today?*

***Jacob:*** *More like how can we help you?*

***Edward:*** *How about you all tell me WHAT is going on? And WHY dead people are trying to kill me.*

***William:*** *Zombies. They’ve been resurrected by some unidentified virus. Head is the weak spot.*

***Edward:*** *Ugh. They are all just as brainless as the shoppers that were here before.*

***Felix:*** *Fuck sake, we aren’t here to converse while they all claw at us from multiple directions!*

***Edward:*** *I’ve been here for some time, friend. Not much CHOICE unless I want to end up eaten. Where exactly am I to go?*

***William:*** ***(Smiling)*** *Take some risks. Go the extra mile.*

***Edward:*** *Shit answer because it established nothing.*

***Jacob:*** *We have a safe room. Is that better?*

***Edward:*** *It’s better than whatever he’s rambling about.*

Edward glances at William.

***William:*** *I was telling you to stop turtling up.*

***Edward:*** *Turtling up? TURTLING  UP? Excuse me? I am SURVIVING. Do I look scared to you?*

***William:*** *You stuck yourself on a middlepiece.*

***Edward:*** *I came to a brilliant high point - a place they cannot reach. And you all saw the same greatness in it and came. I have the vantage.*

***William:*** *Which made you stuck and surrounded.*

***Edward:*** *I CHOSE not to move because I’m figuring it out. I could sit here and stab every one of them if I wanted.*

***William:*** ***(Sarcastically)*** *I’m sure.*

***Edward:*** *And here I was thinking the people still alive would be bright.*

***Jacob:*** *I never doubted your spot. But we’re here for food, so. As lovely as it is, we gotta go.*

William glances around the plaza.

***William:*** *Where’s the nearest stairwell or elevator?*

***Felix: (Pointing)*** *Stairwell is over there.*

***Edward:*** *If you’re looking for Colombian Roastmasters, it’s already been looted.*

***William:*** *Well that’s just fantastic*.

Edward points towards Colby’s Movieland.

***Edward:*** *The man in there asked me to get him food, and so I did. He was too cowardly to get it himself. He’s a star.*

***Felix:*** *Clyde Rollins?*

***Edward:*** *That’s the one - he’s on a billboard right there.*

***William:*** *What a daring gent.*

***Edward:*** *He is hiding in one of the screens, eating away at his food which I got for him. He believes it’ll last him until help arrives, and it probably will. I refused to stay because like I said: I’m figuring things out. I want to be OUT here seeing it all.*

***Jacob:*** *We need some of that food.*

***Edward:*** *Then be my guest and go and get it!*

***William:*** *A bit insane, but okay.*

***Jacob:*** *So we’re going to the movieland instead?*

***Felix:*** *You can all go. I’ll wait here. I’m quite content on this platform.*

***Jacob:*** *If we don’t make it back you’d be stranded.*

***Felix:*** *I’ll take my chances.*

***Edward:*** ***(To Felix)*** *You think you’re welcome to stay up here with me on my platform?*

***Felix:*** *You’re not going with them? We said we had a safe room!*

***Jacob:*** *It’s not far either. Just help us to the movieland and we’ll take you back.*

***Edward:*** *Hmm…*

While looking around, William spots a shopping cart.

***William:*** *Could we use that to ram through the horde?*

***Clayton:*** *Probably. They’re slow and stupid, so..*

***William:*** *Not necessarily. We need to be sure.*

***Jacob:*** *Let’s just fucking go.*

Jacob jumps off the platform, bashing a zombie’s head in. William, Clayton, and Edward all follow suit, hurrying towards the movieland.

***Felix:*** *Yeah - uh, good luck!*

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**Scene #20**

**WILLAMETTE PARKVIEW MALL - PARADISE PLAZA/COLBY’S MOVIELAND**

WILLIAM REYNES, CLAYTON FREEMAN, JACOB FELDMAN and EDWARD REMAR rush into Colby’s Movieland, slamming the doors closed behind them. Looking around, Jacob sees five different screening rooms.

***Jacob:*** *Which one is he in? Oh - by the way, I’m, uh, I’m Jacob.*

***Edward:*** *My name is Edward. And who are all of  you?*

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

***Clayton:*** *Officer Clayton.*

Suddenly, crying is heard coming from the third screening room. William sprints inside, the others close behind. There, CLYDE ROLLINS is sitting and watching his own film titled “The Banshee”.

***Clyde:*** *This scene… it’s-- it’s so sad.. My performance - truly incredible. Is this more of my fans?*

Clyde stands, looking at everyone.

***William:*** ***(Lying)*** *Your biggest.*

***Clyde:*** *Oh, amazing. I take it you like my work in The Banshee. This scene here - where I raise the sword heroically--and slay it--in memory of my dearest.*

***William:*** *Phenomenal movie.*

***Clyde:*** *The troubles my character had went through… the troubles indeed. No need to introduce myself of course. Who are all of you?*

***William:*** *I am William. These are your other big fans.*

***Edward:*** *Edward…*

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

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

***Edward:*** *You already know me, Clyde. I helped you GET all of this.*

***Clyde:*** *Ah, yes. Big fans indeed. How can I help everyone? Are you here for a screening?*

***Jacob:*** *Do you have any fucking idea what’s going on outside?*

***Clyde:*** *My press team assured me they’d go out and see what was going on. I am waiting for their return.*

***Edward:*** *I already told you, they are DEAD!*

***Clyde:*** ***(Oblivious)*** *Iconic quote from the movie. When I delivered that line you could feel the pain. So glad you did.*

Edward sighs and storms out in anger.

***William:*** *Your press team are dead, sir.*

***Jacob:*** ***(Whispering to William and Clayton)*** *Is he a joke?*

***William:*** ***(Whispering back)*** *Yeah, but play along. Coerce him to give us the food and come with us.*

***Clyde:*** *So - shall I sign some autographs?*

***William:*** *Yes, sir, if you will.*

***Clyde:*** *Ah, perfect.*

Clyde takes out a pen.

***William:*** *Given the circumstances, I don’t have any merchandise with me, BUT--*

William takes out a notepad, offering him a sheet. Before Clyde can sign, FELIX QUARTERMAN’s screams are heard from out in the plaza. Everybody rushes to the front doors of Colby’s Movieland. In the distance, Felix is seen slung over the shoulder of a laughing SKITTLES THE CLOWN, and being carried into Leisure Park. With a horde of zombies closing in on the Movieland, Jacob and the others are forced back inside.