




THEY
WALK

ORIGINAL WORKING DRAFT

BY

NICHOLAS THOMSON

(AUGUST 2000)














EXT: ROAD TO FALL VIEW: DAY:

WE FADE FROM BLACK INTO A VIEW OF A ROAD, WHICH DISAPPEARS LONG INTO THE 
DISTANCE. IT'S VOID OF ANY OTHER VEHICLES OR ANY PEOPLE. TREES AND 
TELEPHONE WIRES STRETCH THE ENTIRE DISTANCE DOWN THE PERSPECTIVE VIEW.

A CAR APPEARS ON THE HORIZON AND GRADUALLY WORKS IT WAY UP THE LONG 
STRETCH OF ROAD. IT PASSES A SIGN POST WHICH STATES: 'YOU ARE NOW ENTERING 
THE TOWN OF FALL VIEW.'

EXT. ROAD TOWARDS FALL VIEW TOWN OUTSKIRTS:

THE CAR CONTINUES TO WORK IT'S WAY UP THE ROAD. IT IS A DUSTY RED SEDAN. 
THE HOOD OF THE VEHICLE IS BLUE, SHOWING IT HAD BEEN REPLACED RECENTLY, A 
DENTED FENDER ON BOTH THE FRONT AND BACK OF THE CAR IS HELD IN PLACE BY A 
THIN PIECE OF ROPE WHICH IS TIED SEVERAL TIMES IN TOUGH KNOTS. THE 
WINDSHIELD IS DIRTY, WIPER MARKS SMEAR THE GLASS CREATING A CLEARLY 
DEFINED VIEW THROUGH WHICH THE DRIVER CAN SEE.

INT. ANDY AND JENNY'S CAR:

ANDY WHO IS DRIVING IS WELL BUILT. HE HAS DARK HAIR WHICH IS SLICKED BACK. 
HE BRUSHES HIS GLOVED HAND BACKWARDS OVER HIS HEAD. THE EARLY MORNING 
CHILL MAKES IT NECESSARY FOR THEM BOTH TO WEAR PADDED JACKETS, JEANS 
AND BULKY WALKING BOOTS. SITTING BESIDE HIM IS JENNY, WE NOTICE A RING ON 
HER LEFT HAND WHEN SHE REMOVES HER GLOVE TO ADMIRE IT. SHE TURNS TO FACE 
ANDY. HE ALSO TURNS, AND SMILES.

JENNY SCANS THE MAP, TRACING THE ROAD WITH HER FINGER.

ANDY TAKES HIS RIGHT HAND OFF THE WHEEL AND REACHES OVER TO THE RADIO 
AND TURNS THE KNOB TO THE RIGHT. SLOWLY, A FUZZY, SCRAMBLED SIGNAL 
COMES THROUGH. HE STRAINS TO LISTEN TO IT BUT GIVES UP AFTER TWIDDLING THE 
BUTTON A WHILE. THE RADIO CLICKS OFF AS HE SHAKES HIS HEAD WITH 
FRUSTRATED CONFUSION.

ANDY:

"CHRIST! 70 DAMN MILES AND NO RADIO. SOME FUN ROAD TRIP THIS IS TURNING OUT 
TO BE!"

JENNY:

"WHAT'S THE MATTER? LOST THE SKILLED ART OF CONVERSATION HAVE WE?"
SHE SAYS IN A JOKING MANNER.
"I THOUGHT YOU GOT THAT RADIO FIXED LAST WEEK."

ANDY:

"I DID. BUT THE DAMN THING'S BROKEN AGAIN, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT 
IT?"
HE SAYS TIREDLY.

JENNY:

"DO YOU WANT ME TO DRIVE FOR A WHILE?"



ANDY:

NO, THAT'S FINE, WE'RE ALMOST THERE ANYWAY. IT'S THE NEXT LEFT UP HERE ISN'T 
IT?

JENNY SCANS THE MAP ONCE MORE, TRACING THEIR ROUTE WITH HER FINGER. SHE 
GLANCES UP AT THE ROAD AT INTERVALS, THEN GLANCES BACK AT THE MAP.

JENNY:

UMMM.YEAH. THIS NEXT LEFT UP HERE.

EXT. ROAD TOWARDS FALL VIEW:

MONTAGE. THE DUSTY SEDAN BEGINS TO SLOW DOWN AS IT APPROACHES THE TURN. 
CHANGING GEAR, ANDY REVS THE ENGINE AS THEY BEGIN TO CLIMB THE STEEP 
INCLINE. CLUMPS OF REDWOODS FALL BACK FROM THE SMALL ROAD DOWN INTO A 
MISTY RECESS. THE ENGINE, NOW SEEMING TO STRAIN GRINDS IT'S WAY FURTHER UP 
THE HILL. THE CAR JUMPS AS THE WHEELS FALL INTO POTHOLES IN THE POOR 
SURFACE OF THE ROAD. AS THEY BEGIN TO REACH THE TOP, THE BRIGHT, BLARING 
GOLDEN SUN BEGINS TO SHOW ITSELF. AFTER REACHING THE TOP, THEY TURN RIGHT 
AND PROCEED FURTHER DOWN A DIRT TRACK. THEY PASS AN OLD WOODEN SIGN, 
HANGING BY METAL CHAINS, THE SIGN STATES: 'YOU ARE ENTERING FALL VIEW 
POINT.' THE SIGN IS HANGING BY ONE CHAIN AND DRIFTS FROM SIDE TO SIDE IN THE 
COLD, GENTLE MORNING BREEZE.

EXT. TRACK TO FALL VIEW POINT:

MONTAGE. SLOWLY, THEY DRIVE UP TO A RIGHT TURN. TAKING THIS CORNER, THEY 
CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE OPEN AREA OF THE POINT. ANOTHER, SLIGHT INCLINE 
BRINGS THEM GRADUALLY CLOSER TO THE HIGHEST POINT IN TOWN. THE AIR IS 
COLDER AND MUCH MORE MOIST. A SLIGHT HAZE OF MIST WRIGGLES OVER THE 
UNKEPT GROUNDS AND RUGGED DIRT PLOT OF THE POINT. SLOWLY, THEY DRIVE 
PAST THE GATES TO AN ABONDONED CEMETARY. THE OLD, STEEL GATES ARE 
HEAVILLY RUSTED, SPIDER WEBS SPAN FROM ONE BENT STEEL ROD TO THE NEXT 
FORMING A TISSUE PAPER BARRIER BETWEEN THE GRAVES AND THE OUTSIDE 
WORLD. THE WEBS ARE INTACT AND TOTALLY OBSCURE THE VIEW INTO THE 
GRAVEYARD. THE LEFT GATE IS SLIGHTLY AJAR, BUT A PILE OF BRICKS, FALLEN 
FROM THE GRAND DOORWAY WHICH ONCE STOOD HAVE BLOCKED ENTRANCE OR 
EXIT FROM THE SITE.

OPPOSITE THE GATES ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROAD IS A SMALL WOODEN HUT, 
WHICH HAS ALSO FALLEN INTO DISREPAIR. SEVERAL OF THE WOODEN PLANKS 
WHICH FORM THE OUTER STRUCTURE ARE BROKEN. KICKED IN BY LOCAL YOUTHS. 
THE REST ARE EITHER RIDDEN WITH TERMITES AND CRUMBLE IN THE WIND, OR THEY 
SHOW SIGNS OF MESSAGES, SCRAWLED INTO THE SURFACE OF THE WOOD. FROM 
MANY YEARS AGO, THE MESSAGES ARE OBSCURED BY AGE. TWO SMALL WINDOWS, 
ONE ON EACH SIDE OF THE HUT SHOW EVIDENCE OF BREAK IN, SMALL SHARDS OF 
GLASS TWINKLE LIKE STARS IN THE OVERGROWN WEEDS AS THE SUNLIGHT HIT 
THEM. SEPARTING THE TWO MAIN SIDES IS A FALLEN DOOR. VASTLY OVERGROWN 
WITH WEEDS AND DECAY IT LAYS USELESS AND DORMANT LIKE THE CEMETARY, 
WHICH IT LOOKS ONTO IN SOLITUDE.

EXT. FALL VIEW POINT:

ANDY PULLS THE CAR INTO THE OPEN SPACE, ONCE LITTERED WITH POST EXAM 
TEENAGERS, IT NOW LIVES A LIFE OF SORROW AND SOLITUDE. DISREGARDED AND 
UNWANTED, THE LAND SITS, OVERLOOKING THE SMALL BUSY TOWN BELOW.  THE 
TOWN HOWEVER, IS STRANGLY SPARCE, ONLY A FEW TOURISTS AND LOCALS ALIKE 
WONDER THE DUSTY STREETS, PONDERING THE SITUATION. OCCAISIONAL CARS AND 
TRUCKS NAVIGATE THE THIN, WINDING STREETS, CRAMMED WITHIN THE MAZE OF 
WOODEN CONSTRUCTIONS. ALL THE BUILDINGS ARE OLD, CHIPPED PAINT COATS THE 
FAADE OF THE COMMUNITY. FIELDS OF LONG GRASS WAVE IN THE WHISPY 
MORNING AIR AS IF BEING BRUSHED BY THE PALM OF CREATION. THE SUNLIGHT 
CASTS ITS LIFE-GIVING BEAM ACROSS THE LAND CASTING GRIM, FORGIVING, 
RELEIVING SHADOWS. 

INT. THE CAR:

JENNY:

"GOD. IT'S ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL TODAY. LOOK AT THAT SUN. IT'S WONDERFUL."

ANDY:

"YEAH, THAT IT SURE IS."

JENNY:

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO, WE SHOULD MOVE UP HERE. YOU KNOW, START 
AFRESH. MAYBE, HAVE A FAMILY, COUPLE OF KIDS. YOU COULD START YOUR OWN 
BUSINESS."

ANDY:

"I DON'T THINK THERE'S MUCH CALL FOR MY KIND OF ART AROUND HERE. I MEAN, 
THESE FOLK COULDN'T TELL PICASSO FROM THEIR ASS. ANYWAY, IT'S RIGHT OUT IN 
THE STICKS, IF WE DID MOVE HERE, I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO FIND ANY BUYER'S. 
ALSO, WE JUST GOT HERE. THIS TOWN MY ACTUALLY BE A RIGHT HELL HOLE."

JENNY:

"WELLIT WAS JUST AN IDEA."

ANDY:

"YEAH, I KNOW. WE'LL THINK ABOUT IT."

JENNY:

"OH YEAH. LIKE YOU DID WHEN I SUGGESTED CHANGING THIS HEAP OF JUNK."

ANDY:

"HEY, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THIS HERE IS A FINE EXAMPLE OF MOTORING 
INGINUITY. AT ITS FINEST PEAK, THIS BRAND OF AUTOMOBILE WAS THE BACK BONE 
OF AMERICA, THIS IS WHAT WE AMERICAN'S DROVE." HE SAYS IN A VALIANT 
VOICE.

JENNY:

"HONEY, IT'S A SEDAN. PLAIN AND BORING, A SEDAN. WE'RE NOT TALKING 
MUSTANG HERE."

ANDY LOOKS OVER TO JENNY AND GIVES HER A LIGHT DISMISSIVE GLARE.

ANDY:

"YEAH, IT REALLY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY, BET IT'S GONNA BE A SCORCHER."



JENNY:

"YEAH. BETTER GET THIS SWEATER OFF BEFORE I GET ALL SWEATED OUT."

JENNY PULLS OFF THE SWEATER, SLIGHTLY MESSING HER HAIR, SHE FLINGS IT OVER 
HER RIGHT SHOULDER INTO THE BACK SEAT WHERE WE SEE THE DISCARDED, 
CRUMPLED MAP SHE WAS USING EARLIER TO NAVIGATE WITH. 

THE SUN IS NOW FIRMLY BEATING DOWN ON THE CAR AND THE INCREASE IN 
HUMIDITY CAUSES THEM TO ROLL DOWN THE WINDOWS.

EXT. THE CAR: VIEW THROUGH WINDSHIELD:

JENNY IS NOW RESTING HER EYES AS SHE STRETCHES OUT IN HER SEAT. ANDY, WHO 
IS ALSO RESTING HIS EYES, HAS THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND. 
SOON, THE BLINDING SUN BECOMES TOO MUCH OF A GLARE AND HE REACHES UP 
AND PULLS DOWN BOTH SHADES, BLOCKING THE SUN FROM THEIR EYES. 

ANDY, NOW BORED OF THE SILENCE SWITCHES ON THE RADIO. THIS TIME RECEIVING 
A SIGNAL, WHICH IS STILL, SLIGHTLY FUZZY AT INTERVALS.

MONTAGE. THE OPEN SPACE OF THIS POINT IS COMPLETELY LIT NOW. THE SUN NOW 
MAKES THE GREY DAMPNESS OF THE SCENE DISAPPEAR. THEIR CAR SITS IDLE IN THE 
OPENING, FACING AWAY FROM THE GRIMACE OF THE CEMETARY.

WE NOW SEE THE CEMETARY GATES AGAIN. THIS TIME THE WEBS ARE BROKEN AS IF 
CLAWED BY SOMETHING, AND THE UNBLOCKED DOOR IS AJAR.

EXT: THE CAR: VIEW THROUGH WINDSHIELD:

THE RADIO CRACKLES INTO RECEPTION. WHAT WE HEAR IS THE LOCAL RADIO 
STATION. FIRST, A FEW LOCAL ADVERTS, WHICH ARE THEN CUT SHORT. A 
NEWSREADER IS HEARD. HIS VOICE TIRED, AS IF HE HAS BEEN AWAKE FOR MANY, 
MANY HOURS, SLIGHTLY DISTAUGHT DUE TO A SITUATION WHICH HAS PRESENTED 
ITSELF.

NEWSCASTER:

"IF YOU HAVE JUST TUNED IN, THIS IS THE SITUATION AS IT NOW STANDS. THE NEW 
CHEMICAL, KNOWN SUPERFICIALLY AS 'DETOXIM-5' HAS CAUSED MORE THAN A FEW 
RIPPLES IN ITS PRODUCTION. CREATED FOR THE USE AS A CATALYST IN THE SLOW 
DECOMPOSITION OF NUCLEAR WASTE, THE CHEMICAL WAS SUPPOSED TO SPEED UP 
THE PROCESS BY AT LEAST, 1000 TIMES. HOWEVER, IN THE FINAL STAGES OF 
PRODUCTION, THE MAIN TEST BATCH OF THIS CHEMICAL WAS INVOLVED IN A MAJOR 
SPILL AT THE 'FUTURE ERA' CHEMICAL PLANT JUST TEN-MILES SOUTH OF THIS TOWN. 
UNFORTUNATELY, THE SPILL CAUSED THE DEATH OF ONE MAN. GEORGE ANDREWS 
WAS DECLARED DEAD AT THE SCENE DUE TO MASSIVE INTAKE OF THE CHEMICAL 
THROUGH DROWNING."

ANDY AND JENNY SIT UPRIGHT AND GASP IN DISBELIEF. IN THE DISTANCE BEHIND 
THE CAR, THROUGH THE REAR WINDOW, WE BEGIN TO SEE A SHADOW, SLOWLY 
WORKING ITS WAY FORWARD. 

NEWSCASTER:

"MR ANDREWS, A NEWCOMER TO THE SMALL TOWN OF 'FALL VIEW' WAS HASTILY 
BURIED A DAY LATER. THAT WAS THREE DAYS AGO NOW. THE FUNERAL WAS 
ATTENDED BY NINE OF HIS CLOSEST FRIENDS, AND CONDUCTED IN THE DORMANT 
CEMETARY UP AT THE POINT. SOMEWHERE DURING THE PROCEEDINGS, THE 
TWO..SURVIVORS STATED THAT THEY SAWHIM RISE FROM THE..GRAVE. THE 
PRESUMED DEAD MAN THEN ADVANCED ON THE HORRORFIED PARTY, AND, 
AND..VICIOUSLY BIT SEVEN OF THE GROUP. DURING THIS EXTRA-ORDINARY 
EVENT, MR ANDREWS DISAPPEARED. SINCE THEN, THE SEVEN ATTACKED PEOPLE 
HAVE BEEN CONFINED IN A SEALED SECTION OF THE LOCAL HOSPITAL ON SUSPICION 
OF HAVING CONTRACTED A NEW FORM OF RABIES. THE VIRUS SPREADS QUICKLY AS 
WE NOW KNOW. WITHIN 24 HOURS, ALL BUT ONE OF THE SEVEN HAD DIED. ONLY TO 
BE FOLLOWED QUICKLY BY THE FINAL VICTIM.

THIS BIZARRE OCCURANCE HAS NOW WARRENTED THAT NOBODY LEAVE THE TOWN. 
PLEASE, STAY ON THE AIR. THE FOLLOWING OCCURANCES ARE EVEN MORE BIZARRE, 
BUT MUST BE KNOWN IN ORDER TO BE ABLE TO COPE WITH THE SITUATION.

SHORTLY AFTER, THE GROUP WHO WERE QUARENTEENED WE MOVED TO A SECURE 
PART OF THE HOSPITAL, AS SEVERAL MORE CASES OF VICIOUS ATTACKS PRESENTED 
THEMSELVES. A BIKER GROUP KNOWN AS 'THE DUMMIES' WERE WHEELED IN, MANY 
OF THEM DEAD AND SEVERELY BITTEN. THIS IS WHERE THE SITUATION LEAVES THE 
STATE OF SHOCK, AND BECOMES, AN EMERGEANCY. SINCE THEN, APPROXIMATELY 
30 HOURS AFTER THE FIRST CASES WERE ADMITTED, THE SEEMINGLY DEAD BODIES, 
BEGAN TO..RISE, AND ATTACK THE HOSPITAL STAFF. THE LOCAL LAW 
ENFORCEMENT HAVE SINCE ORDERED THAT MINOR CASES MUST BE KEPT IN A 
SECURE ROOM IN THE PERSON'S HOME, AND BE LOCKED UP TO PREVENT ANY 
FURTHER CASES OF ATTACKS. THE MORE SERIOUS CASES, OF WHICH THERE ARE 
MANY MORE, ARE TO BE KEPT TIED DOWN IN THE HOSPITAL. SHERRIF JOHNSON 
ENSURES THAT A 24 HOUR CURFEW IS NOT NEEDED AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME, HE 
SAYS THAT IT IS PERFECTLY SAFE TO GO ABOUT NORMAL EVERYDAY BUSINESS, 
HOWEVER, NO-ONE MUST LEAVE THE TOWN UNTIL COMMUNICATION CAN BE 
ESTABLISHED WITH THE NEAREST HEALTH AND SAFETY OFFICER. FURTHER REPORTS 
WILL BE COMING IN SHORTLY."

THE RADIO GOES BLANK. ALL THROUGH THE REPORT WE HAVE SEEN THE SHADOW 
GROW, AND FINALLY BECOME A FIGURE. THE FIGURE WORKS ITS WAY CLOSER TO 
THE CAR AS AN EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG VIOLIN CHORD SQUIRMS IN THE 
BACKGROUND. THE FIGURE SLUMPS IN ITS STEPS, SHUFFLING ITS FEET IN THE DIRT. 
THE FIGURE'S DARK SUIT IS RUMPLED, TORN AND SMEARED WITH STAINS. HIS HAIR IS 
IN A MESS, TANGLED AMONGST BLADES OF THICK GRASS. IT TURNS, AND SPOTS THE 
CAR. STRAINING TO TURN THE FIGURE STUMBLES FORWARD, ALMOST COLLAPSING 
ON THE FLOOR IN A MANGLED HEAP. THIS DARK, UNKNOWN, UNWANTED FIGURE 
LURCHES FURTHER TOWARDS THE SOLITARY VEHICLE. DUST ACCUMILATES AROUND 
ITS ALREADY FILTHY SHOES. EVENTUALLY WE BEGIN TO SEE THE FACE OF THIS 
MYSTERIOUS FIGURE. PALE AND DISTRESSED, YET EMOTIONLESS, A THICK STRIP OF 
DROOL CASCADES DOWN ITS LEATHERY FACE, DRIPPING FROM THE SCRAPED CHIN 
ONTO THE GREY AND MOULDY SHIRT OF THE FIGURE CREATING A DAMP PATCH. 
THEN, IT MANAGES TO REACH THE REAR FENDER, IT SLIGHTLY MISGUDGES ITS 
DISTANCE AND FALLS TO THE GROUND. NOW CRAWLING, THE HAGGERED FIGURE 
MAKES ITS WAY FOR THE PASSENGER DOOR. NOW SILENTLY SCRATCHING AT THE 
LOWER PART OF THE DOOR, SLIGHTLY TEARING AT THE PAINT. THEN, JUST AS THE 
BULLETIN ENDS. THE FIGURE GRABS THE RIM OF THE DOOR WINDOW WITH ITS RIGHT 
HAND.

INT. THE CAR:

THE SUDDEN SOUND OF THE FIGURE'S HAND BANGING ON THE WINDOW RIM SHOCKS 
JENNY AND ANDY. SHE JUMPS BACK, BUT HER RIGHT HAND IS STILL CLUTCHING THE 
DOOR. ANOTHER HAND JUMPS UP, THIS TIME GRABBING JENNY'S HAND. NOW, 
PULLING ITSELF UP, THE FIGURE'S FACE RISES INTO VIEW. SHE SCREAMS. ANDY 
ATTEMPTS TO PUSH THE FACE OF THE FIGURE AWAY WHILE HE TRIES TO GET THE 
ENGINE RUNNING. JENNY STRUGGLES, SMACKING HER HANDS INTO THE FACE OF THE 
RELENTLESS FIGURE. IT LUNGES AND SINKS ITS GREY TEETH INTO HER HAND. BLOOD 
NOW GUSHES FROM THE WOUND AS JENNY ATTEMPTS TO PULL AWAY FROM THE 
WINDOW. THE FIGURE NOW TRIES TO PULL ITSELF INTO THE CAR. ANDY IS STILL 
TWISTING THE KEY FRANTICALLY, PUSHING HIS FOOT ON THE GAS PEDAL. THE 
STRUGGLE CONTINUES, THEN FINALLY, JUST AS THE FIGURE IS ABOUT TO BITE JENNY 
AGAIN, THE CAR STARTS. THE ENGINE ROARS INTO LIFE. THE LIGHTS BLAZE ON. THE 
EXHAUST RUMBLES.

EXT. FALL VIEW POINT:

THE CAR ENGINE ROARS. ANDY STICKS IT IN REVERSE AND RAMS HIS FOOT ON THE 
GAS. AS THE CAR PULLS AWAY SHARPLY, THE FIGURE LOSES ITS GRIP AND FALLS 
BACK INTO THE DIRT. ANDY TWISTS THE WHEEL AND THE CAR SPINS ROUND HALF 
THE WAY TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE. HE GRABS THE GEAR STICK, PULLING ON IT 
MADLY, IT SEEMS TO BE JAMMED, THE GEARS GRIND AS HE CONTINUES TO WRESTLE 
WITH THE CLUTCH. MEANWHILE IN THE BACKGROUND, THE FIGURE HAS REGAINED 
ITS FOOTING AND IS SLOWLY MAKING ITS WAY FOR THE CAR AGAIN AS JENNY WAILS 
IN PAIN, CLUTCHING HER GUSHING HAND. ANDY IS NOW NEAREST THE FIGURE. HE 
STILL FRANTICALLY PULLS ON THE GEAR STICK, THEN, JUST AS THE FIGURE HAS 
REACHED THE DRIVER SIDE OF THE CAR, ANDY FINALLY MANAGES TO PUSH THE CAR 
INTO GEAR AND STAMPS ON THE GAS SENDING DUST FLYING AS THE REAR WHEELS 
SPIN CRAZILY. THE FIGURE CLUTCHES AT THE DOORFRAME, FRANTICALLY TRYING 
TO GRAB ANDY'S SHIRT. SUDDENLY, THE CAR SPEEDS OFF DOWN THE NARROW, 
ENCLOSED ROAD. AS THE DUSTY SEDAN ROARS AWAY, THE FIGURE GROWLS WITH 
FRUSTRATION AS IT SWAYS SLIGHTLY. IT STARES AT THE GROUND, AS THE DUST 
BLOWS AWAY, THE FIGURE NOTICES THE TYRE TRACKS, IT FOLLOWS THEM WITH ITS 
EYES AND GURGLES A MUFFLED MOAN. THEN, THE FIGURE BEGINS TO FOLLOW THE 
TRACKS LEADING DOWN PAST THE CEMETARY GATES.

EXT: ROAD TO FALL VIEW:

ANDY IS DRIVING THE CAR DOWN THE ROAD AT A FRANTIC PACE AS HE SWERVES 
ROUND THE WINDING CORNERS. THE CAR SCRATCHES THE GRASS VERGES ON THE 
ROADSIDE SENDING LONG STRANDS OF GRASS AND DUST FLYING INTO THE COOL 
AIR.

ANDY:

"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT THING? WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?"

JENNY:

"HE BIT ME! HE BIT ME! AHHHH! IT'S AGONY! ARHHHH!"

JENNY WAILS IN PAIN AS SHE TRIES TO STOP THE BLEEDING WITH A CLOTH SHE 
PULLED OFF THE BACK SEAT. SHE TIES IT AROUND HER PALM AS TIGHT AS IT WILL 
GO, BUT THE BLOOD KEEPS ON GUSHING. THE STEADY FLOW HAS NOW SOAKED HER 
SHIRT AND TROUSER LEGS AS THE BLOOD TRICKLES DOWN HER ARMS FORMING 
POOLS IN THE CREASES OF HER ELBOWS.

MONTAGE. ANDY IS STILL DRIVING AT A MAD PACE. HIS BREATHS ARE SHORT AND 
HE IS POURING WITH STRESS. HE WIPES HIS FACE QUICKLY AS JENNY SCRAMBLES 
HERSELF INTO THE FOETAL POSITION IN HER SEAT. CLUTCHING HER GUSHING HAND, 
SHE CLENCHES HER EYES SHUT AND GASPS IN PAIN. SHE IS NOW SHAKING BADLY 
AND SHE LOOKS INCREDIBLY PALE.

INT: THE CAR:

JENNY:

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?"
SHE WHISPERS.

ANDY:

"I'M GONNA GET YOU TO THE LOCAL HOSPITAL. HOW IS IT?"

HE RECEIVES NO ANSWER.

ANDY:

"I SAID HOW IS IT?..JENNY!"

JENNY HAS NOW PASSED OUT DUE TO THE PAIN. ANDY MOVES HIS HAND OVER TO 
TOUCH HER NECK. HE FEELS HER PULSE AND SIGHS WITH RELIEF.

EXT: ENTRANCE TO FALL VIEW:

MONTAGE. ANDY HAS NOW REACHED THE TOWN. HIS DRIVING IS STILL ERATIC. 
ABOUT 100 YARDS FROM THE TOWN ENTRANCE HE SEES SOMETHING IN THE ROAD. 
HE SWERVES TO AVOID IT, BUT AT THE INSANE SPEED HE IS DRIVING AT, HE BEGINS 
TO LOSE CONTROL OF THE CAR. HE STRUGGLES TO PULL THE CAR STRAIGHT, BUT IT 
SWERVES LEFT AND RIGHT UNTIL HE FINALLY SPINS THE REAR ROUND, HITTING THE 
TOWN SIGN. THE SIGN STATES: 'WELCOME TO THE TOWN OF FALL VIEW, ENJOY YOUR 
STAY.' THE LARGE, CHIPPED WOODEN SIGN BREAKS FROM ITS POSTS AND SHATTERS 
ONTO THE GRASS VERGE. THE REAR TYRES NOW SPIN IN THE DAMP MUD OF THE 
VERGE SENDING SPRAY, SPLATTERING OVER THE DESTROYED SIGN. ANDY GASPS AS 
THE CAR COMES TO REST. HE THEN REGAINS HIMSELF AND QUICKLY SHIFTS THE CAR 
INTO GEAR AND DRIVES OFF INTO THE TOWN.

EXT: FALL VIEW:

MONTAGE. ANDY DRIVES THE CAR INTO THE TOWN. THE SQUEALING TYRES ON THE 
DUSTY ROADS SEND A WAVE OF DIRT SHOOTING INTO THE AIR CREATING A CURTAIN 
OF BLINDNESS AROUND THE CAR. ANDY SWERVES THE CAR BETWEEN THE OLD 
WOODEN BUILDINGS. SEVERAL HAVE ALL THEIR WINDOWS BOARDED UP GIVING AN 
EERIE SENSE OF SEVERAL BAD APPLES IN THE BARREL. AS ANDY CAREERS THE CAR 
AROUND THE TIGHT STREET TURNS WHILE HE FOLLOWS THE SIGNS TOWARDS THE 
LOCAL HOSPITAL, THE FEW PEDESTRIANS LITTERED ABOUT THE DESERTED TOWN 
LEAP OUT OF THE PATH OF THE ONCOMING CAR. 

THEN, AS HE ROCKETS PAST THE SMALL TOWN POLICE STATION, THE LOCAL SHERIFF 
IS STANDING OUT ON THE PORCH OF THE SMALL BUILDING. 

SHERIFF:

"HOLY CHRIST!"

THE SHERIFF DROPS HIS MUG OF COFFEE AND STUMBLES DOWN THE STEPS, MAKING 
A RUN FOR HIS CAR. HE REACHES THE DOOR, TUGGING ON IT FORCEFULLY HE OPENS 
IT AND LEAPS IN. SWITCHING ON THE ENGINE QUICKLY HE REVS THE ENGINE HARD, 
RAMMING HIS FOOT ON THE GAS AND PULLING AWAY IN A FLURRY OF SQUEALING 
TYRES AND FLYING DUST. THE SHERIFF HITS A BUTTON ON THE DASHBOARD 
SENDING THE SIREN WAILING AND THE LIGHTS FLASHING MADLY.

AMIDST THE MADNESS, ANDY DOSEN'T NOTICE THE SCREECHING POLICE CAR 
CHASING HIM. HIS BROW IS SWEATING TERRIBLY SO THAT THE SWEAT STINGS HIS 
EYES, BLURRING HIS VISION. EVENTUALLY, HE REACHES A ROAD WHICH LEADS OFF 
UP A SMALL HILL TOWARDS THE LOCAL HOSPITAL. HE TURNS THE WHEEL AND THE 
CAR FOLLOWS HIM. YET AGAIN, THE ENGINE GRUNTS AS IT STRAINS TO CLIMB THE 
HILL.
SHERIFF:

"WHERE THE HELL YOU GOING BOY!"

THE SHERIFF TURNS HIS WHEEL SHARPLY AND FOLLOWS ANDY UP THE HILL. ANDY 
HAS NOW REACHED THE TOP OF THE SMALL HILL AND NEARLY MISSES A SHARP 
TURN, HE REACTS AT THE LAST MINUTE AND FLINGS THE EXASPERATED CAR ROUND 
TO THE LEFT CAUSING A CLOUD OF DUST TO SHOOT UP INTO THE AIR, BLINDING THE 
SHERIFF'S VIEW.

THE SHERIFF ACCELERATES FURTHER TO ESCAPE THE CLOAK OF DUST BUT COMES 
THROUGH ON THE OTHER SIDE FACED WITH A MUDDY DITCH. THE SHERIFF'S CAR 
PLUNGES NOSE FIRST INTO THE HOLE, DENTING THE HOOD BADLY, SMASHING THE 
LIGHTS, SENDING GLASS SPRAYING ACROSS THE MASS OF DARK BROWN MUD. THE 
SHERIFF LUNGES FORWARD ON IMPACT, HITTING HIS HEAD ON THE WHEEL, 
KNOCKING HIM FREE OF HIS SENSES FOR A MOMENT, DISORIENTATING HIM. AS THE 
HORN BEGINS TO BLARE, HE GASPS AND PUSHES HIMSELF AWAY FROM THE 
SLIGHTLY BLOOD SPATTERED STEERING WHEEL. HE GASPS FURTHER, UNSURE OF HIS 
SITUATION.

EXT: THE HOSPITAL PARKING AREA:

ANDY NOW PULLS THE CAR TO A STOP OUTSIDE THE DOORS OF THE HOSPITAL. 
RELEASING THE BRAKE AFTER THE CAR LUNGES TO A STANDSTILL, HE KICKS OPEN 
HIS DOOR AND DASHES OUT, RUNNING ROUND TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAR HE 
GRABS THE SCRATCHED HANDLE AND PULLS ON IT VICIOUSLY. RIPPING IT OPEN, HE 
DIVES INTO THE CAR AND GRABS JENNY. CAREFULLY, BUT AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE, 
ANDY PULLS HER FREE FROM THE CAR. LEAVING BOTH DOORS WIDE OPEN HE JUMPS 
JENNY UP IN HIS ARMS TO GAIN A BETTER HOLD, AND BENDS HIS KNEES TO 
ACCOMPANY THE EXTRA WEIGHT. HE THEN STARTS TO RUN FOR THE DOOR. 
REACHING THE STAIRS HE GRIPS JENNY TIGHT AND BEGINS TO CLIMBS THE SET OF 
STEPS APPROACHING THE MAIN DOORWAY.

THE HOSPITAL IS OLD AND VICTORIAN AND THE WOODEN WALLS SHOW SIGNS OF 
WOODWORM. THE GREY WHITE WINDOW FRAMES ECHO OUT FROM THE MAIN, 
GRAINY GREEN FAADE. THE MISTED WINDOWS ARE EITHER CRACKED OR STAINED 
FROM EITHER OUTSIDE OR INSIDE. GRIMEY LACE CURTAINS COVER SOME VIEWS 
INTO THE BUILDING WHILE SHADOWS OF NURSES PACE PAST IN AN UNUSUALLY 
QUICK MANNER. THIS OLD BUILDING SLIGHTLY RESEMBLES THE 'BATES' 
HOUSEHOLD, STANDING ON THE HILL WITH A SMALL TOWER-LIKE ASSEMBLY ON THE 
ROOF. SLATES LAY SCATTERED AROUND THE BUILDING, SHOWING SIGNS THAT 
FUNDING HAS FINALLY COME THROUGH TO REPLACE THE LONG-LEAKING ROOF. A 
FALLEN WOODEN LADDER LIES JUST LEFT OF THE MAIN ENTRANCE.

ANDY USES HIS RIGHT HAND TO SLIGHTLY STRETCH OUT AND GRAB THE SMALL 
BRASS HANDLE. PULLING THE HEAVY DOOR OPEN, HE ENTERS THE GLOOMY, DEATH-
RIDDEN HOSPITAL.

INT: THE HOSPITAL HALLWAY:

THE BUILDING HAS OBVIOUSLY BEEN RENOVATED, BUT MANY, MANY YEARS AGO. 
THE INSIDE IS JUST AS DECREPID AS THE OUTSIDE. TORN, MOULDY AND STAINED 
WALLPAPER BARELY CLINGS TO THE BROWNING, LOOMING WALLS. A ROW OF 
LIGHTS ILLUMINATE THE MAIN HALLWAY CREATING POCKETS OF CONCENTRATED 
LIGHT ON THE OAK BEAM FLOORS. ANDY DARTS HIS EYES AROUND THE IMMEDIATE 
AREA, GLANCING LONGER AT THE SIGNS POSTED AROUND THE BUILDING. SLIGHTLY 
ANXIOUS, HE STEPS FURTHER INTO THE HALLWAY. HE NOW SEES TO HIS LEFT 
ANOTHER CORRIDOR. IT LEADS FURTHER DOWN, RIGHT TO THE END OF THE 
BUILDING. LEADING OFF FROM THIS ARE ROOMS. DARK AND GLOOMY, A STENCH OF 
DEATH CIRCULATES THROUGH THE BASIC HEATING SYSTEM. GREASY STAINS 
SLITTER ACROSS THE LOWER PARTS OF THE WALLS AND FLOORS, REVEALING RAPID 
FOOTSTEPS, SOME SKIDDED AROUND CORNERS ENTERING THE PRISON LIKE CELLS OF 
THE HOSPITAL. STAFF RUSH AROUND LIKE HEADLESS CHICKENS, THEIR WHITE 
COATS COVERED AND SMEARED WITH BLOOD. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN 
AWAKE FOR MANY HOURS, THEIR EYES DARKENED, THEIR HAIR TANGLED AND 
GREASY. OCCASIONALLY THEY BUMB INTO ONE ANOTHER BUT JUST BOUNCE BACK 
AND CONTINUE ABOUT THEIR HECTIC BUSINESS. ONE NURSE BUMPS INTO THE 
SHOULDER OF A PASSING DOCTOR AND FALLS TO THE FLOOR. SHE IS CARRYING A 
TRAY FULL OF SYRINGES. THEY CLATTER TO THE FLOOR LIKE RAIN ON CONCRETE, 
SOME SHATTER. SHE SIGHS AND STROKES THE HAIR AWAY FROM HER FACE, SLOWLY, 
SHE MANAGES TO GET BACK ON HER FEET. TOO EXHAUSTED SHE JUST SWEEPS THE 
BROKEN NEEDLES TO THE EDGE OF THE CORRIDOR WITH HER FOOT. SHE NOW HOLDS 
THE TRAY IN ONE HAND DOWN BY HER SIDE AND SHE WALKS OFF INTO THE ROOM 
INTO WHICH SHE WAS ORIGINALLY HEADING. 

ANDY GLANCES TO HIS RIGHT, ANOTHER CORRIDOR, ALSO LEADING TO THE END OF 
THE BUILDING. MORE DARK, UNWELCOMING ROOMS LINE THE STRAIGHT, DIRTY, 
DECREPID WALLS. OUT OF ONE OF THESE MUSTY CHAMBERS, AN ORDERLY QUICKLY 
RUSHES A TROLLY OUT THROUGH THE DOOR, SCRAPING THE WOODEN FRAME AS HE 
GOES. HE PULLS IT TO THE LEFT AND RUNS IT DOWN TO THE END OF THE CORRIDOR. 
JUST BEFORE HE DASHES THE TROLLEY AWAY, ANDY MANAGES TO MAKE OUT THE 
SHAPE OF A FIGURE. MANY BLOODSTAINS HAVE SOAKED THROUGH THE WHITE 
SHEET AND A THIN DRIP OF STEADY FLOWING BLOOD TRICKLES ONTO THE FLOOR, 
LEAVING A LINE OF BLACKENED BLOOD FOLLOWING THE ORDERLY. THE MAN 
PUSHING THE TROLLEY THEN TURNS THE CART SHARPLY TO THE RIGHT. THE SUDDEN 
MOVEMENT CAUSES THE FIGURE'S RIGHT ARM TO FLOP OUT OF THE BLANKET. 
SPATTERED WITH BLACKENED BLOOD, THE ARM IS A GHOSTLY WHITE, THE VEINS 
ARE ALMOST PIERCING THE SLIGHTLY CRUSTED FLESH. THE FINGERS, STIFF AND 
STRESSED SHOW THAT THIS PERSON DIED IN A STRUGGLE. AS THE ORDERLY WHEELS 
THE CART DOWN A DARKLY GLOWING HALLWAY INTO WHICH ANDY CANNOT SEE, 
HE GLANCES UP SLIGHTLY AND SEES A SIGN. IT SAYS: FURNACE. SUDDENLY A BEAM 
OF LIGHT CATCHES ANDY'S EYE. HE TURNS BACK TO FACE THE CORRIDOR TO HIS 
LEFT, CATCHING A GLIMPSE OF THE HEAVY SUNLIGHT BLASTING IN THROUGH A 
CRACKED, GRIMEY WINDOW. CIRCULAR IN SHAPE, IT CASTS A SEARCHLIGHT ONTO A 
ROOM DOOR, SLIGHTLY BRIGHTENING THE HOLLOW CELL. WE THEN HEAR SOME 
ECHOED SCREAMS, COMING FROM THE DIRECTION OF THE FURNACE.

ANDY BLINKS QUICKLY AND TURNS HIS HEAD TO FACE FORWARD AGAIN. HE 
REGAINS HIMSELF AND GLANCES AT JENNY. HER WHITE FACE IS GETTING EVER 
MORE GHOSTLY AS THE BLOOD RUNNING FROM HER HAND SOAKS HER SLEAVE. 
ANDY NOW RUSHES FORWARD, NOW ENTERING THE MAIN CORRIDOR, WHICH SPANS 
THE ENTIRE WIDTH OF THE HOLLOW SHELL OF THE HOSPITAL. STAFF PACE 
STRESSFULLY BACK AND FORTH, IN AND OUT OF ROOMS. A NURSE BURSTS OUT OF A 
ROOM JUST RIGHT OF ANDY, GRABBING HER MOUTH WITH HER HAND, ATTEMPTING 
TO HOLD HER LUNCH IN. ANDY IS NOW AWARE THAT SOMETHING BIG IS GOING ON. 
TRYING TO SIGNAL SOMEONE HE PACES BACK AND FORTH UP AND DOWN THE 
CORRIDOR BUT ALL THE STAFF IGNORE HIM, THEIR MINDS FILLED WITH THE 
SITUATION. BAM! A SMALL EXPLOSION ROCKS THE BUILDING TO ITS FOUNDATIONS, 
THE STAFF ONLY TREMOR FOR A MOMENT, BUT HAVE SO MUCH TO BE DONE, THEY 
MUST NEGLECT IT. THEN, THE ORDERLY THAT WE SAW BEFORE COMES RUNNING OUT 
OF THE SMALL DARK HALLWAY INTO WHICH HE DISAPPEARED SCREAMING AND 
SHOUTING. SPEEDING UP THE CORRIDOR, HE LEAPS OUT OF THE WAY OF NURSES AND 
DOCTORS. HE RUNS PAST ANDY, ALMOST KNOCKING HIM OVER. AS THE MAN BURSTS 
INTO AN OFFICE ANDY WATCHES WITH WORRY STRICKEN EYES.

VOICE: THE ORDERLY:

"THE FURNACE! THE FURNACE! THE GOD DAMNED FURNACE BLEW! IT COULDN'T 
TAKE IT, IT.IT OVERHEATED.AND..AND JUST BLEW UP IN MY FACE!"

VOICE: DOCTOR:

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT BLEW UP?"

VOICE: ORDERLY:

"I MEAN, THE GOD FORSAKEN THING EXPLODED! WE CAN'T BURN ANYMORE OF THE 
CORPSES! WE'VE GOT TO BURN THEM!"

VOICE: DOCTOR:

"WELL FIND SOME WAY TO DISPOSE OF THEM WILL YOU! WE CAN'T LEAVE THEM FOR 
MORE THAN 24 HOURS, YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN! GO! GO! DO SOMETHING!"

THE ORDERLY COMES RUSHING OUT OF THE OFFICE, CRASHING INTO THE DOOR IN A 
MADDENED PACE, AND TEARS OFF DOWN THE CORRIDOR CUTTING AWAY FROM 
ANDY EVENTUALLY DISAPPEARING INTO THE CLOSE DARKNESS.

ANDY GLANCES BACK TO HIS RIGHT, NOTICING THE NURSE AGAIN. HE PACES OVER 
TO HER. HER EYES ARE FILLED WITH TEARS, BUT SHE WIPES THEM AWAY QUICKLY 
WHEN SHE SPOTS ANDY APPROACHING HER.

ANDY:

"EXCUSE ME. I NEED SOME HELP, NOW!"

THE NURSE OPENS HER MOUTH WHEN SHE NOTICES JENNY'S HAND.

NURSE:

"OH MY GOD." SHE MURMERS.

ANDY:

"HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME? I NEED HELP! MY GIRLFRIEND WAS BITTEN!"

THE NURSE RECOVERS HER COMPSURE AND STARES AT ANDY.

NURSE:

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?"

ANDY CLENCHES HIS EYES SLIGHTLY TO ESTIMATE THE TIME IT TOOK TO GET DOWN 
THERE.

ANDY:

"UHH.ABOUT FIVE, SIX MINUTES, WHY?"

NURSE:

"OH, JUST NEED TO GET AN IDEA OF HOW MUCH BLOOD LOSS WE'RE TALKING ABOUT 
HERE. FOLLOW ME, I'LL GET A DOCTOR."

THE NURSE GLANCES AT JENNY'S HAND AGAIN AND SHOWS A SORRY FACE, BUT NOT 
WILLING TO OFFER AN EXPLANATION OF THE CURRENT SITUATION. SHE TURNS AND 
BEGINS TO WALK DOWN THE DARKENED CORRIDOR. THE STENCH WHICH HAS 
ACCUMULATED AROUND THE BUILDING ONLY HELPS EXCENTUATE THE SEVERE 
CLAUSTROPHOBIA OF THE NARROW CORRIDORS AND LOOMING DARKNESS. ANDY 
HASTILY FOLLOWS ON. HE IS LEAD RIGHT DOWN, NEAR TO THE END OF THE 
CORRIDOR. ON HIS WAY DOWN INTO THE GLOOM OF THE VICTORIAN BUILDING, HE 
GLANCES INTO THE SMALL, FOUL, IMPURE PRISON LIKE ROOMS. THE PATIENTS ARE 
DWARFED BY THE HIGH WALLS AND OUT OF REACH CEILINGS AS THEY LIE ON COLD, 
STEEL METAL TROLLEYS, COVERED BY WHITE SHEETS WHICH ARE, IN ALL CASES, 
HEAVILLY STAINED WITH BLOOD AND GORE. THE NURSE AND ANDY FINALLY REACH 
THE ROOM WHERE THEY WERE HEADED, BUT JUST AS ANDY IS ENTERING, HE HEARS 
A NOISE. CALMLY AND CURIOUSLY TURNING TO FACE THE DOOR OF THE OPPOSITE, 
MOULD INFESTED BOX HE BARELY MAKES OUT THE SHAPE OF A FIGURE. SUDDENLY 
A DOCTOR IN A LONG WHITE, GORE STAINED COAT ENTERS THE ROOM CALMLY. HIS 
UNSHAVEN FACE, CRESENT GLASSES AND SUNKEN, BLACK EYES ARE ONLY OBVIOUS 
WHEN HE REACHES FOR A SWITCH AND ACTIVATES THE STRIP LIGHT HANGING 
ABOVE HIM. WITHOUT AKNOWLEDGING ANDY, THE DOCTOR QUICKLY LUNGES OVER 
TO THE FIGURE WHO IS LYING, STRAPPED TO THE TROLLEY. ANDY IS UNABLE TO SEE 
THE FIGURE'S FACE AS IT HAS BEEN COVERED LIGHTLY BY A CLOTH, PRESUMABLY 
TO STOP BLOOD SPLATTERING ONTO THE FACE. BUT, THE REST OF THE BODY IS PALE, 
RATHER LIKE JENNY'S SKIN. THE FIGURE SEEMS TO BE DEAD, BUT A SUDDEN TOUR DE 
FORCE OF TREMBLING OVERCOMES THE SORE FORM. REACHING OVER THE CHEST, HE 
LOSES HIS HAND IN THE CUPBOARD JUST ABOVE HIS HEAD. THE DOCTOR PULLS OUT 
TWO RUBBER, SURGICAL GLOVES AND A PAIR OF SAFETY GOGGLES. CALMLY 
PLACING THE GOGGLES ON THE TROLLEY BESIDE THE FIGURE'S LEG, HE STRETCHES 
THE GLOVES OVER HIS HANDS, CREATING A SHARP SNAP WHEN HE RELEASES THEM. 
AFTER HURRIDLY PULLING HIS FACE MASK OVER HIS MOUTH AND NOSE, THE TIRED 
DOCTOR PULLS THE GOGGLES OVER HIS EYES. 

NOW HOLDING HIS HANDS UP IN FRONT OF HIS FACE, HE CHECKS FOR TEARS IN THE 
RUBBER SKIN OF THE GLOVES. AFTER ACCEPTING THAT THEY ARE FINE, HE TURNS 
SHARPLY TO FACE A TRAY LITTERED WITH AN ASSORTEMENT OF SURGICAL TOOLS. 
SCALPALS AND KNIVES AND CHEST OPENERS LAY IN A DISORGANISED CLUTTER ON A 
THIN BLUE PAPER SHEET. THE STAINLESS STEEL INSTRUMENTS ARE INDEED STAINED, 
WITH BLOOD. THESE GROSSLY UNSANITARY TOOLS DON'T SEEM TO PHASE THE 
DOCTOR WHEN HE GRABS HOLD OF THE SCALPAL. AS IF WITH THE SKILL OF A BRAIN 
SURGEON, THE DOCTOR WIELDS IT IN AN ALMOST CURIOUS, PONDERING MANNER 
BEFORE HE TURNS. HE NOTICES ANDY STARING AT HIM, SOMEWHAT MIFFED AT 
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THE TOWN. THE DOCTOR GLARES AT HIM ANGRILLY 
AND HE PULLS A TATTERED BROWN SHEET ACROSS A RAIL, KILLING THE VIEW INTO 
THE BOX OF GLOOM.

ANDY STARES AT THE SHEET, BLOCKING HIS VIEW, TRAPPED IN A DAZE. HE IS ONLY 
BROKEN FROM THIS TRANCE LIKE STATE BY THE ELECTRIC SPATTER OF THE STRIP 
LIGHT IN THE ROOM BEHIND HIM COMING INTO LIFE. AGAIN, ANDY RECOVERS HIS 
COMPOSURE, AND TURNS TO FACE THE DOORWAY OF ANOTHER, GRIM CELL. 

INT: HOSPITAL ROOM:

THE NURSE MOVES FRANTICALLY INSIDE, ORGANISING EQUIPMENT AND BINNING 
BLOODY TOWELS IN THE LONG OVERFLOWING RECEPTICLE IN THE FAR CORNER. 
ANDY MOVES IN QUICKLY AND PLACES JENNY DOWN ON THE TABLE, HOISTING A 
SHEET OVER HER SLIGHTLY QUIVERING BODY.

RUBBING HIS HANDS ON THE BACK OF HIS TROUSERS HE TURNS TO SEE THE NURSE 
LOADING A SYRINGE WITH A HEFTY DOSE OF A CLEAR LIQUID. SHE CAREFULLY, BUT 
AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE WITHDRAWS THE FULL NEEDLE FROM THE SMALL BOTTLE, 
NOW SUCKED NEARLY HALF DRY. PLACING THE BOTTLE ON THE SIDEBOARD 
SURFACE SHE HOLDS THE NEEDLE UP INFRONT OF HER FACE AND SQUEEZES THE 
PLUNGER, RELEASING A QUICK SQUIRT OF THE CLEAR LIQUID INTO THE AIR WHICH IS 
SENT CASCADING DOWN ONTO THE BLACKENED FLOOR.

AS SHE SPINS ROUND TO LOOK A JENNY, THE NURSE GLANCES AT ANDY'S FACE. THE 
NURSE NOW PULLS JENNY'S RIGHT ARM UP OVER HER BODY LETTING IT SIT ACROSS 
HER STOMACH. THE NURSE TAPS THE MAIN VEIN IN JENNY'S ELBOW BEND AND 
POSITIONS THE NEEDLE JUST ABOVE THE AREA. SHE PAUSES. SNAPPING OUT OF IT, 
THE NURSE QUICKLY PLUNGES THE SHARP NEEDLE INTO JENNY'S ARM, SQEEZING 
OUT THE LIQUID QUICKLY AND WITHDRAWING THE SYRINGE JUST AS FAST.

ANDY IS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY LEANING AGAINST THE CHIPPED WOODEN 
FRAME. HE IS CALMER NOW, BUT IS STILL FULL OF WORRY.

ANDY:

"WHAT WAS IN THAT NEEDLE?"

NURSE:

"IT'S JUST A DRUG THAT WILL KEEP THE INFECTION AT BAY FOR AS LONG AS WE CAN 
GET."

ANDY:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'AS LONG AS WE CAN GET?"

NURSE:

"WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS IS A VIRUS. YOU SAY SHE WAS BITTEN?"

ANDY:

"YEAH. BY THIS WEIRD PSYCHO UP AT THE POINT. WHY?"

NURSE:

"I'M SORRY. BUT SHE HAS CONTRACTED A RARE FORM OF RABIES. OR AT LEAST, 
THAT'S WHAT WE THINK IT IS AT THIS TIME."

ANDY:

"YOU THINK!?"

NURSE:

"AGAIN, I'M SORRY, BUT WE DO NOT KNOW ALL THE FACTS YET. WE ARE STILL 
TRYING TO COME TO TERMS WITH WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE."

ANDY:

"WELL WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? IT MUST BE BIG, THIS PLACE IS CRAZY!"

NURSE:

"WE DON'T FULLY KNOW AS YET. ALL WE KNOW IS THAT THERE IS A STRAIN OF A 
VIRUS CIRCULATING THE AREA AND WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH IT."

ANDY:

"WELL THEN GET SOMEONE THAT KNOWS FOR CHRIST SAKE! PEOPLE ARE DYING 
HERE! YOU'VE GOT TO GET SOME HELP!"





NURSE:

"WE CAN'T! THE COMMUNICATION TOWER WAS KNOCKED OUT FIVE DAYS AGO. THIS 
SITUATION BEGAN FOUR DAYS AGO. THE TOWN IS IN A QUARANTINE SITUATION. 
NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE TOWN. THE INFEDCTION IS SPREADING TOO 
QUICKLY. WE HAVE TO KEEP IT CONTAINED. AND WITH NO MEANS OF 
COMMUNICATION, WE CAN'T GET HELP!"

ANDY:

"WHAT THE HELL DID HAPPEN TO THE COMMUNICATION ANYWAY?"

NURSE:

"LIGHTENING. WE HAD A BAD STORM THE DAY BEFORE, IT ALL, STARTED, AND THE 
TOWER WAS BLOWN UP. THE CLOSEST THING WE HAVE IS FIRE SIGNALS, WHICH 
NOBODY CAN READ ANYWAY, AND THE LOCAL RADIO STATION, WHICH CAN ONLY 
TRANSMIT JUST OUTSIDE THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN."

ANDY:

"WHY CAN'T IT TRANSMIT FURTHER?"

NURSE:

"ALL THIS TOWN COULD AFFORD WAS A PATHETIC TRANSMITTER. AS YOU MAY 
HAVE NOTICED. THIS TOWN AIN'T EXACTLY STANDING ON A GOLDMINE!"

ANDY:

"SO THAT'S IT? WE'RE STUCK HERE UNTIL WE DIE! AS MORE DUMB SONS A BITCHES 
COME WONDERING INTO TOWN LIKE WE DID, AND GET KILLED TOO!"

NURSE:

"AS I SAID. THE SITUATION IS GETTING OUT OF HAND. WE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. 
IF WE ALL DIED, NOBODY WOULD EVEN KNOW!"

ANDY SIGHS WITH FRUSTRATION AND BRUSHES HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR. 
OBVIOUSLY LONG SINCE FED UP WITH IT ALL HE NOTICES A STOOL JUST NEXT TO 
HIM INSIDE THE ROOM. HE PUSHES HIMSELF AWAY FROM THE DOORFRAME AND 
ENTERS THE ROOM. ANDY SITS DOWN ON THE SMALL STOOL AND PLACES HIS HANDS 
FIRMLY ON HIS THIGHS. TAKING A DEEP BREATH AND SQEEZING HIS EYES CLOSED 
FOR A MOMENT, HE LOOKS AT JENNY. HER BREATHING IS SLOW, VERY SLOW. HER 
SKIN IS STILL VERY, VERY PALE AND HER FACE SHOWS SIGNS OF DISTRESS, LIKE A  
BAD DREAM IS INVADING HER MIND. 

UNSURE WHAT TO DO, ANDY JUST SITS AND GLANCES AT JENNY'S ARMS, AND THEN 
MAKING HIS WAY DOWN TO HER HANDS. THE RIGHT, TORN AND STILL BLEEDING, 
BUT THE INJECTION SEEMS TO HAVE SLOWED IT DOWN AND CAUSE THE BLOOD TO 
CLOT. HER LEFT, GREY AND CLENCHED. THE ONLY COLOUR COMES FROM THE RING 
ON HER FINGER. HIS EYES FILL AND HE TURNS HIS FACE AWAY, STARING AT THE 
FLOOR JUST OUTSIDE THE WOODEN FRAME OF THE DOORWAY. HE IS ALMOST 
REDUCED TO TEARS BUT HER FIGHTS IT. HE FIGHTS AND FIGHTS IT AND EVENTUALLY 
REGAINS CONTROL OF HIS EMOTIONS. WITHOUT ANYTHING TO OCCUPY HIS MIND, HE 
MOVES HIS LEFT HAND OVER TO THE CURTAIN, WHICH HANGS DEADLY FROM THE 
RUSTED RAIL. HE PICKS AT IT WITH HIS FINGERS, SCRATCHING THE CRUSTED STAINS 
OFF, WHICH BEGIN TO COLLECT UNDER HIS FINGERNAILS. HE CONTINUES TO DO SO 
UNTIL THE NURSE TURNS TO FACE HIM.

NURSE:

"CHRIST! WASH YOUR HANDS! WASH YOUR HANDS! QUICK!"

ANDY:

"WHAT? WHY?"

NURSE:

"JUST DO IT!"

ANDY JUMPS OFF HIS STOOL AND WALKS OVER TO THE BLACKENED SINK. HE TWISTS 
THE HOT TAP AND SQUIRTS SOME ORANGE SOAP FROM THE DISPENSER, 
BRIGHTENING HIS HAND. THE ONLY COLOUR IN THE ROOM. HE PICKS UNDER HIS 
NAILS AND WASHES THEM THOROUGHLY. 

ANDY:

"WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS ANYWAY?"

NURSE:

"THOSE STAINS ARE BLOOD. EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE CRUSTY AND STALE, IT 
DOSEN'T MEAN THEY AIN'T DANGEROUS!"

ANDY:

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT DANGEROUS?"

NURSE:

"THAT DISEASE I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT. IT IS CARRIED IN THE BLOOD. LIKE 
MANY DISEASES ARE, BUT IT INVADES SO QUICKLY THAT IT IS ALMOST INPOSSIBLE 
TO STOP IT!"

ANDY:

"JESUS CHRIST! ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU CAN DO DAMNED ALL FOR MY 
GIRLFRIEND?"

NURSE:

"I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW IF THE INFECTION HAD PROGRESSED FAR ENOUGH TO 
BE A REAL THREAT. BUT IT PROBABLY HAS. IT SPREADS LIKE WILD FIRE!"

ANDY:

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE. YOU SAY THIS DISEASE TRAVELS IN THE BLOOD 
STREAM RIGHT?"

THE NURSE NODS.

ANDY:

"THEN CAN'T YOU JUST DO A TRANSFUSION, YOU KNOW, CHANGE THE BLOOD, MAKE 
IT NEW AGAIN?"



NURSE:

"O.K. FOR STARTERS, WHERE DID YOU HEAR THIS?"

ANDY:

"A MOVIE."

NURSE:

"A MOVIE. FIRSTLY, THAT WAS A MOVIE! SECOND, THIS IS A SMALL TOWN HOSPITAL, 
DO YOU REALLY THINK WE HAVE ENOUGH BLOOD TO DO THAT? THIRD, EVEN IF WE 
DID, THERE NO TELLING HOW MUCH DAMAGE HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE. THE BODY 
CELLS COULD HAVE BEEN INFECTED. IF THEY WERE INFECTED, THERE IS NO POINT IN 
DOING A TRANSFUSION, IT WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING. FINALLY, IF WE DID CHANGE 
THE BLOOD, THE NEW BLOOD WOULD MIX WITH THE OLD EVENTUALLY, AND THE 
NEW BLOOD WOULD BE INFECTED. SO YOU SEE, WE'RE ALL SCREWED IF WE CATCH 
THIS DAMN THING!"

ANDY HAS BEEN PUT IN HIS PLACE. ATTEMPTING TO FIND A COMEBACK, HE FAILS 
AND JUST STANDS THERE.

THEN, THE NURSE NOTICES HE HAS BLOODSTAINS, JENNY'S BLOOD, ON MOST OF HIS 
CLOTHES.

NURSE:

"CHRIST!"

SHE RUSHES OVER TO THE TRAY OF NEEDLE AND PICKS UP A FRESH ONE. THEN SHE 
PICKS UP ANOTHER SMALL BOTTLE OF CLEAR LIQUID.

NURSE:

"DO YOU HAVE ANY CUTS OR ANYTHING ON YOU? DID YOU INGEST IN ANY WAY, ANY 
OF THE BLOOD ON YOUR CLOTHES?"

ANDY:

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? NO, I DON'T THINK SO."

THE NURSE HURRIDLY FILLS THE SYRINGE WITH THE LIQUID AND SPRAYS A LITTLE 
OUT TO REMOVE ANY AIR FROM THE NEEDLE.

NURSE:

"SIT DOWN THERE."

SHE POINTS TO THE STOOL BY THE DOORWAY.

NURSE:

"PULL UP YOUR SLEAVE AND HOLD OUT YOUR ARM. I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU AN 
INJECTION."

ANDY:

"WHAT? WHY?"


NURSE:

"JUST A PRECAUTION, IF YOU HAVE INGESTED ANY OF THAT INFECTED BLOOD, YOU 
DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN TO YOU FIRST HAND!"

SHE QUICKLY ADMINISTERS THE DRUG INTO ANDY'S BLOODSTREAM. THROWING THE 
NEEDLE INTO THE BIN IN THE HEAVILY STAINED FAR CORNER, SHE STANDS BACK 
FROM ANDY, LOOKING AT HIS BLOOD STAINED CLOTHES.

NURSE:

"WAIT HERE. I'LL GET YOU NEW CLOTHES. WE MUST BURN THOSE THAT YOU ARE 
WEARING!"

ANDY:

WHAT? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"

NURSE:

"YOUR CLOTHES HAVE HER BLOOD ON THEM. HER INFECTED BLOOD. IF YOU DON'T 
TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, THE INJECTION I GAVE YOU WAS POINTLESS, AND UNLESS 
YOU WANT TO STAND A GOOD CHANCE OF DYING, AND BEING A WASTE OF SORELY 
NEEDED SUPPLIES, I SUGGEST YOU GET YOUR DAMN CLOTHES OFF!"

THE NURSE RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM AND DISAPPEARS DOWN THE CORRIDOR INTO 
THE MEDICAL SUPPLY ROOM. ANDY POKES HIS HEAD OUT OF THE CURTAINED 
DOORWAY. HE STANDS AND PULLS THE CURTAIN TO AND BEGINS TO UNDRESS. FIRST 
BY PULLING OFF HIS SHIRT, THEN HIS SHOES, SOCKS AND TROUSERS. 

NOW STANDING IN JUST HIS BRIEFS, ANDY SHIVERS ON THE COLD FLOOR, WAITING 
FOR THE NURSE TO RETURN WITH HIS NEW CLOTHES. AS HE WAITS, HE LOOKS AT THE 
PILE OF BLOODIED GARMENTS SITTING IN A CORNER BESIDE HIM. HE SIGHS. HE 
LOOKS BACK OVER TO JENNY. HIS ALREADY DROPPED FACE DROPS EVEN FURTHER 
WITH SORROW FOR JENNY. 

INT: HOSPITAL STOREROOM:

THE NURSE DASHES ABOUT THE SMALL SPACE, GRABBING BOOTS AND CLOTHES OFF 
THE NUMEROUS SHELVES THAT LITTER THE WALLS. HOLDING TIGHTLY IN HER ARMS, 
THE NEW CLOTHES FOR ANDY ARE ALL STERILE AND RIGID. THE NURSE WALKS TO 
THE DOOR AND PULLS THE DOOR HANDLE DOWN WITH HER ELBOW. CAREFULLY 
OPENING THE DOOR WITH HER FOOT, SHE TURNS THE STRIP LIGHT OFF WITH HER 
FOREARM BY BRUSHING IT UP AGAINST THE SOCKET. 

INT: THE HOSPITAL HALLWAY:

AGAIN ENTERING THE RAUCUS MADNESS OF THE HOSPITAL, THE NURSE SWERVES IN 
BETWEEN SPEEDING DOCTORS AND TROLLEYS LOADED WITH THE DEAD. AS SHE 
OCCAISIONALLY SKITTERS ALONG IN HER ONCE WHITE SHOES, SHE OBSERVES THE 
CARNAGE TAKING PLACE IN THE OTHER ROOMS. SHE REACHES THE ROOM IN WHICH 
SHE IS CURRENTLY WORKING AND ENTERS.

INT: THE HOSPITAL ROOM:

ON ENTERING THE DANK ROOM, SHE NOTICES ANDY STILL STANDING IN HIS BRIEFS. 
LIGHT STAINS SHOW THAT BLOOD HAD SOAKED THROUGH HIS TROUSERS.



NURSE:

"THOSE WILL HAVE TO GO ASWELL."

SHE POINTS WITH A FREE FINGER TO ANDY'S BRIEFS.

ANDY:

"WHAT? YOU'RE JOKING RIGHT?"

NURSE:

"NO SIR I'M NOT. COME ON! GET 'EM OFF!"

ANDY GRUDGINGLY PULLS OFF HIS BRIEFS, CONCEILING HIMSELF WITH HIS FREE 
HAND WHILE HE KICKS HIS BREIFS OVER TO THE PILE BESIDE HIM.

NURSE:

"AWWW, COME ON NOW. NOT LIKE IT'S ANYTHING I HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE."

ANDY:

"JUST HAND ME THE CLOTHES."

THE NURSE TURNS THEM OVER WITH A SLIGHT GRIN ON HER FACE, BUT IT QUICKLY 
DISAPPEARS ONCE SHE COMES BACK INTO REALITY AGAIN.

ANDY:

"DO YOU MIND? TURN ROUND PLEASE."

THE NURSE TURNS HERSELF TO FACE THE GRUBBY SHEET HANGING IN THE 
DOORWAY AGAIN AS ANDY QUICKLY WHIPS A PAIR OF WHITE TROUSERS AND A 
NAVY BLUE T-SHIRT. HE SLIGHTLY STRUGGLES TO PULL THE SHIRT ON.

ANDY:

"A SIZE TOO SMALL I RECKON."

NURSE:

"WELL YOU'LL HAVE TO MAKE DO. THAT'S ALL WE GOT."

SHE NOW PULLS A BLACK BAG OUT FROM HER BACK POCKET AND OPENS IT.

NURSE:

"THROW YOUR CLOTHES IN HERE AND WASH YOUR HANDS AGAIN."

ANDY BUNCHES THE NOW USELESS RAGS INTO A BUNDLE AND SCOOPS THEM UP 
INTO HIS ARMS. STEPPING SLOWLY OVER TO THE NURSE HE DUMPS THEM IN. 
QUICKLY, SHE CLOSES THE BAG AND TIES TWO KNOTS IN THE TOP. SHE NOW CHUCKS 
IT OVER INTO THE CORNER WHERE EVERYTHING ELSE SEEMS TO GET CHUCKED.

ANDY:

"SHOULDN'T YOU CLEAN ALL THAT CRAP UP. I MEAN, YOU KEEP SAYING TO WASH 
MY HANDS, BUT, THIS PLACE IS A STY."

NURSE:

"YEAH WELL, THE CLEANING STAFF CAME DOWN WITH THE SAME VIRUS. THE 
SITUATION OUT OF HAND ANYWAY. SAVING LIVES IS MORE IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW, 
WE'RE BEING AS SANITARY AS POSSIBLE, BUT IT'S JUST TOO HARD TO KEEP GOING. 
PEOPLE ARE COMING IN ALL THE TIME WITH BITES, AND AS MORE COME IN, MORE 
DIE."

ANDY:

"AND WHERE DO YOU PUT THE DEAD? NOT OUTSIDE I HOPE."

NURSE:

"WE PUT THEM IN THE FURNACE. UNDER LOCK AND KEY NOW. IN A FEW HOURS, WE 
WON'T BE ABLE TO GO IN THERE ANY MORE."

ANDY:

"WHY?"

NURSE:

"IN 24 HOURS, THE VIRUS WOULD HAVE TAKEN CONTROL OF THEIR ENTIRE BODIES. 
WE THINK THEY GO INTO SOME KIND OF COMA WITH DEATH LIKE SIGNALS, BUT 
AFTER THEY WAKE, THEY AIN'T DEAD, AND YOU DON'T WANNA BE ROUND WHEN 
THEY COME KNOCKIN'." 

ANDY SIGHS AND LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM.

NURSE:

"WHY DON'T YOU GO AND GET SOME COFFEE?"

ANDY:

"COFFEE?"

NURSE:

"YEAH, GO UP THE STAIRS AT THE END OF THE CORRIDOR AND TURN LEFT, YOU'LL 
SEE IT. THERE'S A LITTLE SEATING AREA AS WELL. YOU CAN GET SOME REST THERE 
IF YOU WANT."

ANDY SMILES AND WALKS SLOWLY OUT OF THE ROOM, GLANCING OVER TO JENNY 
ONCE MORE BEFORE HE EXITS.

INT: THE HOSPITAL HALLWAY:

ANDY IS NOW IN A DIFFERENT WORLD. IN THE ROOM ALL YOU GOT WAS THE 
DROWNING NOISE OF THE MAD SITUATION HERE, BUT NOW, HE WAS SWIMMING IN IT. 
HE GLANCES ROUND AND CATCHES THE SIGHT OF A SIGN POINTING AT THE 
REFRESHMENT AREA. HE BEGINS TO WALK SLOWLY DOWN THE BUSY CORRIDOR, 
CATCHING THE FACES OF THE STAFF, TIRED AND GREASY, SOME SPATTERED WITH 
BLOOD. HE PROCEEDS FURTHER DOWN UNTIL HE COMES TO THE END OF THE 
HALLWAY. AS HE TURNS TO WALK UP THE STEPS HE TURNS HIS HEAD TO SEE A 
CRAZY MAN BURSTING FROM ONE OF THE ROOM. HIS MOUTH IS DROOLING WITH 
FOAM AND RED SALIVA. HIS ARMS FLAIL ABOUT MADLY AND VICIOUSLY. OUT OF 
THE ROOM, TWO DOCTORS RUSH OUT AND TACKLE THE MAN. PUSHING HIS DOWN TO 
THE GROUND, THE CRAZY MAN'S JAW CRACKS ON THE HARD SURFACE OF THE 
FLOOR. A SPURT OF BLOOD FLIES FROM HIS BLACKENED LIPS. HIS FACE IS 
SCRUNCHED UP WITH THE FEELING OF PAIN. THE THREE MEN STRUGGLE, THE TWO 
DOCTORS CAN BARELY CONTAIN HIM. THEN SUDDENLY, THE CRAZY MAN BURSTS UP 
FROM THE FLOOR, KNOCKING ONE DOCTOR DOWN TO THE FLOOR AGAIN, THE OTHER 
AGAINST THE WALL, FACE FIRST SO THAT HE IS KNOCKED ON CONSCIOUS. THE MAN 
STAGGERS AS HE CONTROLS HIMSELF. THEN HE SPOTS ANDY AT THE OTHER END OF 
THE HALLWAY. HE GROWLS AS MORE RED SALIVA AND DROPS OF GORE RUN FROM 
HIS MOUTH, FURTHER STAINING HIS SPLATTERED VEST. AS THE MAN BEGINS TO PACE 
FORWARD ANDY'S EYES WIDEN. HIS MOUTH DROPS WITH SHOCK. THE MAN GROWLS 
FURTHER AND BEGINS TO PACE FASTER AND FASTER. HE IS REACHING HIS TARGET. 
HE IS GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER. BAM! THE FIRST DOCTOR TO BE SHOVED TO THE 
FLOOR FIRES A ROUND FROM A PISTOL. THE BULLET RIPS THROUGH THE MAN LEFT 
SHOULDER. BLOOD SPURTS OUT, BUT HE KEEPS COMING. BAM! ANOTHER SHOT. BAM! 
BAM! TWO MORE. THEN, BAM! THE FINAL SHOT COMES BLASTING THROUGH THE 
MAN'S SKULL, SPRAYING GORE ACROSS THE WALL, JUST BESIDE ANDY'S FACE. AS 
BLOOD RUNS STEADILY IN PUMPING ACTIONS, THE NOW FACELESS FORM WAVERS 
AND COLLAPSES ON THE GROUND LIKE A ROCK. MORE BLOOD COMES GUSHING OUT, 
FORMING BURGANDY PUDDLES ON THE HARD, GRITTY SURFACE OF THE FLOOR.

DOCTOR 1:

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

ANDY NODS HIS HEAD SLOWLY AS HE STARES AT THE BLEEDING FIGURE ON THE 
FLOOR. HE SLIPS AWAY, HIS EYES STILL FULL AND ROUND.

DOCTOR 1:

"WHERE'S THE ORDERLY. SOMEONE GET THE ORDERLY. I NEED HIM TO DISPOSE OF 
THIS BODY. SOMEBODY, GET THIS BODY IN THE FURNACE ROOM!"

DESPITE THIS EXTRAORDINARY EVENT, THE MASS OF STAFF CONTINUE ABOUT THEIR 
BUSINESS, RUSHING IN AND OUT OF ROOMS IN A MAD PANIC. OBVIOUSLY, THEY 
HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE.

NOW PULLING HIS FEET UP THE STAIRS, ANDY SLIDES HIS RIGHT ARM AGAINST THE 
WALL WHILE HE WALKS. FLAKES OF YELLOW PAINT FLICKER OFF, TWISTING IN THE 
STALE AIR AS THEY FALL TO THE GROUND, LEAVING A TRAILS OF SMALL LEAVES OF 
FADED COLOUR LEADING UP THE STAIRWELL.

INT: THE FIRST FLOOR:

ANDY HAS NOW REACHED THE TOP OF THE STAIRS. AS HE PLACES HIS FOOT ON THE 
LANDING, HE PAUSES. STARING BLANKLY AT THE RED SKIRTING AT THE BOTTOM OF 
THE WALL HE QUIVERS SLIGHTLY. THEN THE NOISE AND HUBUB OF THE AREA FILLS 
HIS HEAD AGAIN. WAKING HIM UP TO THE SITUATION ONCE MORE.THE DRUG IS NOW 
STARTING TO KICK IN. HIS VISION IS SLIGHTLY BLURRED AND HE STRAINS HIS NECK 
TO FACE THE OPEN AREA.

INT: THE REST AREA:

THE HOSPITAL REST AREA IS THE MOST BARREN AREA OF THE BUILDING. ONLY A 
FEW, LUCKY DOCTORS, WHO HAVE BEEN UP FOR MORE THAN 36 HOURS ARE 
ALLOWED TO CATCH A COUPLE OF HOURS SLEEP. FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T SLEEP DUE 
TO THE ECHOEING, TORTUROUS NOISE THERE ARE COFFEE AND SNACK MACHINES TO 
LEAN AGAINST. THE HOSPITAL FUNDING SEEMS SOMEWHAT ONE SIDED. THIS PAD 
FOR THE DOCTORS IS DEFINITELY IN BETTER ORDER THAN THE ACTUAL HOSPITAL 
AREA DOWNSTAIRS. TO THE LEFT OF ANDY'S VISION IS AN AREA PURELY DEVOTED 
TO THE MACHINES. EMPTY WRAPPERS AND COFFEE CUPS LIE LITTERED ABOUT THE 
AREA AS IF DROPPED IN A DESPERATE MANNER DUE TO A NEW EMERGEANCY 
DOWNSTAIRS. AN OLD MAP OF THE AREA HANGS ON THE COFFEE MACHINE WALL, 
NOW COVERED WITH NOTES AND THOUGHTS, EVEN SUICIDE NOTES. DESPITE THE 
FACT THAT THIS IS THE DOCTOR'S AREA, THERE ARE PATIENTS LITTERING THE RIGHT 
SIDE OF THE ROOM. THESE ONES AREN'T LIKE THE OTHERS, THEY ARE JUST FRESH 
NEW CASES, WHERE THE VIRUS ISN'T A REAL THREAT. TWO PEOPLE ARE SHARING 
THE SAME DRIP, WHILE GROUPS OF THREE HUDDLE UNDER THE SAME BLANKET. 
THEY HOLD EACH OTHER, AFRAID OF WHAT'S TO COME. THEY HAVE BEEN LED 
THROUGH THE MAZE OF THE DEAD DOWNSTAIRS BEFORE THEY HAVE REACHED 
HERE.

THE YELLOW PAINT HELPS BRIGHTEN THE SITUATION A LITTLE, BUT THE ONGOING 
NOISE SOON DRENCHES ANY GOOD FEELING. THE CEILING TILES ARE IN MOST CASES 
MISSING, THE OTHERS, MOULDY AND STAINED WITH BROWN WATER MARKS WHERE 
THE ROOF HAS LEAKED. BUCKETS, HALF FULL WITH WATER DOT AROUND THE AREA, 
THE OCCAISIONAL DRIP FLOPPING INTO THE CYLINDRICAL VESSEL, AND DROWNING 
IN ITSELF. AS THIS AREA IS ABOVE THE TREES, SUNLIGHT ILLUMINATES THE ROOM. 
BLASTING IN FROM EVERY ANGLE, LIGHTING UP FACES OF TIRED, HUNGRY MEN AND 
WOMEN, SLEEPING IN THE SAME CLOTHES THEY HAVE BEEN WEARING FOR TWO 
DAYS, ALL DAY.

AS ANDY BEGINS TO WALK INTO THE ROOM, A SLIGHT STENCH OF THE DOCTORS HITS 
HIM. THEY HAVEN'T WASHED EITHER, AND THE IMMENSE HUMIDITY OF THE 
HOSPITAL IS JUST OVERWHELMING, BUT NOBODY REALLY NOTICES IT ANYMORE. 
ANDY MAKES HIS WAY FOR THE COFFEE MACHINE. ON HIS ARRIVAL HE REALISES 
THAT THESE AREN'T HIS CLOTHES. HE PANICS FOR A MOMENT, TRYING TO FIND HIS 
WALLET, BUT HE REMEMBERS TAKING THAT WITH HIM. HE PATS HIS BACK POCKET, 
AND PULLS IT OUT. FLIPPING IT OPEN IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND, HE UNDOES A ZIP. 
DIPPING HIS FINGERS IN, HE RETURNS WITH A QUARTER. AS HE PLACES THE WALLET 
BACK IN HIS POCKET, HE DROPS THE COIN INTO THE SLOT IN THE FACE OF THE STEEL 
BOX INFRONT OF HIM. PLACING HIS INDEX FINGER ON THE BUTTON, HE LEANS 
AGAINST IT TO PRESS. HE IS TIRED NOW, VERY TIRED. A POLYSTYRENE CUP DROPS 
INTO THE HOLDER AT THE BOTTOM, FOLLOWED BY A TRICKLE OF HOT BROWN 
LIQUID, THE MACHINE CREAKS AS IT FILLS HIS CUP, FINALLY STOPPING ABOUT HALF 
WAY.

ANDY:

"CHEAP ASS."

HE SMIRKS AS HE LEANS OVER TO PICK THE CUP OUT OF THE MACHINE. LIFTING IT TO 
HIS FACE TO PEER INSIDE AT THE HOT, STEAMING BROWN LIQUID. HIS EYES CLOSE, 
NOW SLIGHTLY REFRESHING HIM, HE DROPS THE CUP TO HIS LIPS AND TAKES A SLOW 
SIP. RETRACTING IT SLOWLY, HE TURNS SLIGHTLY AND IS NOW FACING AS GROUPING 
OF SOFT, PADDED CHAIRS. HE BEGINS TO WALK OVER TO THEM. ALTHOUGH THEY 
ARE TORN, STAINED AND THE FOAM IS LEAKING OUT, THEY ARE STILL 
COMFORTABLE, GOOD ENOUGH FOR A SLIGHT REST. AS HE REACHES THE SEAT OF HIS 
CHOICE, THE NOISE FROM BELOW LEAVES HIM AND HE SITS DOWN GRADUALLY INTO 
THE CHAIR, PLACING HIMSELF AGAINST THE BACK OF IT. HE NOW TAKES ANOTHER 
SIP AND THEN LOWERS HIS CUP TO HIS SIDE. AS HE SWALLOWS, HE SHUT HIS EYES 
AND RELAXES. AS HE DRIFTS OFF INTO A MILD SLEEP, THE DRUG TAKES OVER AND 
AS HE SHUTS HIS EYES, HIS HAND RELEASE THE CUP, SENDING IT FALLING TO THE 
FLOOR IN A GRACIOUS TUMBLE SENDING SPURTS OF THE STEAMING BROWN LIQUID 
INTO THE AIR, TWISTING IN THE MID-DAY SUN.

FADE OUT.

INT: THE HOSPITAL REST AREA: 1 HOUR LATER:

FADE IN. THE NOISE OF THE BUILDING SOON FILLS ANDY'S HEAD AGAIN AND SNAPS 
HIM OUT OF HIS DEEP, SHORT SLEEP. HIS EYES ARE FASTENED SHARP, BUT HE 
MANAGES TO PULL THE LIDS APART. HE FLICKERS HIS EYES AS THE BEAMING 
SUNLIGHT HURTS HIS EYES. HE TENSES THE MUSCLES AROUND HIS EYES, 
SCRUNCHING THEM UP IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS FACE. AS HE STRETCHES, HIS MUSCLES 
TENSE THEMSELVES. HE STRAINS AS HE REGAINS HIMSELF. REMEMBERING THE 
STATE OF THE SITUATION, HE SNAPS HIS HEAD LEFT AND RIGHT IN A PANIC, BUT 
REALISES HE'S SAFE. HE SHAKES HIS HEAD A COUPLE OF TIMES, AND SINKS HIS HEAD 
INTO HIS HANDS. HE RUBS HIS FACE A FEW TIMES AND THEN PULLS HIMSELF OUT 
AGAIN. RESTING HIS CHIN ON HIS FISTED HANDS, HE NOTICES HIS CUP OF COFFEE 
SPLATTERED ON THE FLOOR, THE BROWN FLUID IS NOW COLD, STALE AND HAS 
STAINED THE ALREADY FILTHY LINO FLOORING. AGAIN HE SHAKES HIS HEAD 
SHARPLY, FULLY CATCHING HIMSELF UP. PLACING HIS HANDS ON HIS THIGHS, ANDY 
PRESSES ON HIS FEET AND COMES TO A STAND. THE RAUCUS, BLARING SOUND OF 
THE BUILDING IS IN FULL SWING TO HIM AGAIN. HE NOW LOOKS ABOUT THE ROOM. 
THE SEVERAL PEOPLE WHO WERE HUDDLED ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROOM HAS 
REDUCED. WHAT WAS ONE AT LEAST EIGHT, HAS NOW BECOME THREE. THESE THREE 
ARE STILL LYING ON THE FLOOR, SHARING THE DRIP, WHICH IS NEARLY DRY NOW, 
SHARING THE ONE BLANKET THEY ARE NOW LEFT WITH. THEIR FACES, MUCH, MUCH 
GREYER NOW. THEIR EYES ARE EVEN MORE SUNKEN AND BLACK, LIFELESS AND 
UNWELCOMING AS WELL AS UN-NERVING. 

ANDY:

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF.

HIS WORRIED, STRESSED EXPRESSION OVERRIDES AGAIN. THE DISTRESSING 
SITUATION IS WORSENING SEVERLY EVERY HOUR. ANDY CAN'T BELIEVE HIS EYES. 

DOCTOR 1 NOW SPEAKS.

DOCTOR 1:

"WE DON'T KNOW. WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. ALL WE KNOW IS 
THAT WE CAN'T KEEP UP. WE DON'T KNOW WHETHER WE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP IT IN 
TIME."

ANDY GLANCES DOWN AT THE DOCTOR WHO SAVED HIS LIFE, STILL WORRIED, ANDY 
JUST WALKS AWAY AS THE DOCTOR'S HEAD FLOPS BACK ONTO HIS SHOULDER. 

SLIDING AWAY, ANDY MAKES HIS WAY FOR A WINDOW NEXT TO THE STAIRWELL. 
GRIPPING THE WINDOW SILL, HE LOOKS OUT INTO THE OPEN WORLD. MANAGING TO 
SEE OVER THE TREES, HE GLANCES DOWN ONTO THE EDGE OF THE TOWN. A FEW 
PEOPLE STILL WALK THE STREETS, BUT THERE ARE MORE POILCE OFFICERS FROM 
THE LOCAL STATION WALKING AROUND. THEY ARE GRIPPING RIFLES AS THEIR SUN 
GLASSES BLOCK OUT THE BURNING BLAST OF THE LIGHT. ONE MAN WALKS SLOWLY, 
GLANCING AT THE HOUSES THAT LINE THE STREET. BOARDED WINDOW APPEAR ON 
ALMOST EVERY HOUSE, EVERY HOUSE THAT'S OCCUPIED OF COURSE. HE CHEWS ON 
TOBACCO, THEN HE STOPS. LEANING SLIGHTLY TO THE LEFT HE POINTS HIS FACE TO 
THE END OF THE ROAD, THEN HE LOOKS DOWN TO THE DUSTY SURFACE OF THE 
ROAD, AND SPITS OUT A MOUTHFULL OF BROWN, STICKY SALIVA. STANDING UP 
STRAIGHT AGAIN, HE MOVES ON.

ANDY TURNS AWAY FROM THE WINDOW AGAIN. BREATHING SLOWLY, HE BEGINS TO 
DESEND THE SET OF CREAKY STEPS, DESENDING INTO MADNESS, INTO HELL.

EXT: ROAD TO HOSPITAL:

THE SHERIFF FINALLY WAKES FROM UNCONSCIOUSNESS. RAISING HIS HEAD 
SLIGHTLY HE SEES INFRONT OF HIM, THE DITCH HE'S IN. UNDETECTED AS HIS CAR 
PLUMETTED INTO A 20FT DRAINAGE SLOPE. THE SHERIFF SHAKES HIS HEAD TO 
REGAIN HIS SENSES AND KICKS TO SLIGHTLY AJAR DOOR OPEN. IT HITS A TREE 
STUMP AS IT OPENS AND BOUNCES BACK ONTO HIS SHIN AS HE BEGINS TO CLIMB 
OUT OF THE VEHICLE. HE SHOUTS ABUSE AT THE EVENT AND CONTINUES TO 
SCRAMBLE OUT OF THE CAR UNTIL HE FALLS INTO THE MUDDY DITCH. HE FALLS 
FRONT FIRST INTO THE STREAM, WHICH RUNS STEADILY DOWN THE SLOPE. HE 
CAUGHS AS THE GRUBBY WATER ENTERS HIS NOSE AND MOUTH, FLOWING DOWN HIS 
THROAT. HE JUMPS UP SUDDENLY AND BENDS OVER TO COUGH AND COUGH. SALIVA 
DRIBBLES FROM HIS LIPS AS HE CONTINUES TO ATTEMPT TO BRING THE WATER BACK 
UP, BUT HE CAN'T.  HE STRAIGHTENS AND RAISES HIS HAND TO WIPE BLOOD FROM 
HIS FOREHEAD. THE LEFT OVER SMEAR CROSSES THE LEFT SIDE OF HIS FOREHEAD, 
AND TRICKLES DOWN HIS NOSE, ENDING JUST ABOVE HIS UPPER LIP. WAVERING 
SLIGHTLY, THE LOOMING HOSPITAL CATCHES HIS EYE AMONG THE CROOKED TREES 
AND SHAFTS OF BRIGHT LIGHT. HE REMEMBERS THE PURSUIT AND BEGINS TO 
SCRAMBLE UP THE DITCH SIDE. AS HE FRANTICALLY PULLS HIMSELF UP HE PULLS 
CLUMPS OF MUD FROM THE GROUND, FILLING HIS ROUGH HANDS. AS HE REACHES 
THE TOP HE SUDDENLY FEELS A SHARP TWINGE IN HIS RIGHT HAND. AN OOZING CUT, 
SPATTERED AND SMEARED WITH THE BROWN, GREENISH MUD, PUMPS PAIN 
THROUGH HIS BODY AND BRAIN. HIS FACE SCRUNCHES UP WITH FURTHER STABBING 
AGONY.


THE SHERIFF IS NOW STANDING JUST OUTSIDE THE ENTRANCE TO THE HOSPITAL AND 
IS SLIGHTLY HUNCHED OVER, CLUTCHING HIS HAND. HE GASPS, HIS BREATHS SHORT, 
HIS BROW SWEATING, HE ACHES ALL OVER. AFTER THIS SLIGHT SETBACK, HE TWISTS 
HIS HEAD, NOW FACING THE SHAMBLED HOSPITAL, HE TURNS THE REST OF HIMSELF 
AROUND AND BEGINS TO APPROACH HIS TARGET. 

EXT: THE HOSPITAL PARKING AREA:

THE PAIN RIDDEN SHERIFF STUMBLES CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE MAIN ENTRANCE. 
FINDING THE STEPS A TASK, HE FINALLY GETS TO THE DOOR. PULLING ON THE 
HANDLE HARSHLY, THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN, HITTING THE STOPPER WITH A THUD. HE 
STANDS THERE IN THE DOORWAY FOR A MOMENT, ASSESSING THE SITUATION, 
GLANCING AT FACES, TRYING TO MAKE A POSITIVE I.D. 

INT: THE HOSPITAL HALLWAY:

NOW STEPPING IN, THE SHERIFF IS CONSUMED BY THE BLUNT NOISE OF THE 
SITUATION. HE FLIPS HIS FINGER OVER HIS HOLSTER BELT, WHICH HOLDS HIS 44. 
MAGNUM. HOVERING HIS HAND OVER THE WEAPON, HE PROCEEDS FURTHER INSIDE 
THE BUILDING. STEPPING SLOWLY ALL THE TIME, HE WALKS PAST ROOMS FILLED 
WITH DYING MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN. IN SOME CASES, THE SHERIFF CRINGES 
AND FACES AWAY FROM THE CARNAGE HE SEES. NOW QUICKENING HIS PACE, HE 
HAS ENTERED THE MAIN CORRIDOR.

INT: THE HOSPITAL MAIN CORRIDOR:

THE SHERIFF IS STILL PROCEEDING DOWN THE CORRIDOR, KEEPING A FIRM EYE OUT 
FOR ANDY. THEN, AT THE END OF THE CORRIDOR HE SPOTS ANDY FINISHING HIS 
DESENT OF THE STAIRS.

SHERIFF:

"FREEZE ASSHOLE!"

THE SHERIFF'S GRUFF, RUSTY VOICE BOOMS OUT ABOVE THE NOISE. THE BUILDING 
GOES SUDDENLY QUIET. STAFF JUMP AT THE SUDDEN BURST OF SPEECH AND CATCH 
A GLIMPS OF A 44. MAGNUM COMING THEIR WAY. THEY DIVE OUT OF THE WAY LIKE 
STARTLED RABBITS. 

ANDY FREEZES. HIS BODY TENSE. HIS EYES WIDE AND FRIGHTENED.

ANDY:

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

SHERIFF:

"I SAID FREEZE! NOT TALK ASSHOLE! NOW GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!"

ANDY JUMPS AT THE ORDER, SLIGHTLY QUIVERING IN HIS BOOTS, THE GLEAMING 
MAGNUM HAS PUT THE FEAR OF GOD INTO HIM.

ANDY BEGINS TO FOLLOW HIS ORDERS, SLOWLY BEGINNING TO CROUCH DOWN, BUT 
AT THE LAST SECOND HE GLANCES UP AT THE UNRULEY SHERIFF.

ANDY:

"I DON'T TAKE ORDERS!"

HE JUMPS BACK TO HIS FEET AND MAKES A RUN TO HIS LEFT DOWN THE DARKENED 
HALLWAY OPPOSITE THE STAIRWELL, TOWARDS THE FURNACE ROOM.

WITH THE SHOCK, THE SHERIFF FIRES A BLAST OUT OF HIS GUN. BLAM! THE BULLET 
PIERCES A HOLE IN THE CORNER OF THE WALL AT THE END OF THE CORRIDOR. DUST 
AND SMALL SHARDS OF DEBRIS SPLINTER OUT ONTO THE FLOOR, SPRAYING 
THROUGH THE AIR.

SHERIFF:

"GOD DAMN IT!"

THE SHERIFF SPITS HIS CHEWING TOBACCO OUT ON THE FLOOR AND POINTS HIS GUN 
AT THE FLOOR WHILE HE SPRINTS OFF IN PURSUIT OF ANDY. CHASING HIM THROUGH 
THE HALLWAY AND DOWN A FLIGHT OF WOODEN STAIRS INTO THE DANK 
BASEMENT, THE SHERIFF LOSES ANDY IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NEW AREA.

INT: THE HOSPITAL BASEMENT:

THE SHERIFF IS NOW CONFRONTED WITH SEVERAL OPTIONS. THREE DOORS LINE THE 
WALL TO HIS LEFT, AND ONE TO HIS RIGHT. LOOKING OVER TO HIS RIGHT, THE 
SHERIFF ADVANCES ON THE DOOR TO HIS RIGHT. SLOWLY WALKING TOWARDS IT, 
HIS ARMPITS AND FACE SWEAT CRAZILY, HIS GUN IS AGAIN FREE FROM ITS PRISON.

THE SHERIFF REACHES THE DOOR. HE GLANCES AT THE SIGN: FURNACE. THE HEAT IS 
ALMOST UNBEARABLE. HIS BREATHS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE. SLOWLY, TWISTS THE 
DOOR HANDLE. IT SQUEAKS AS HE PULLS DOWN ON IT. HE BEGINS TO CREAK THE 
DOOR OPEN. SLOWLY, IN SMALL TUGS, THE SHERIFF PULLS THE DOOR FULLY OPEN. 
HE AIMS HIS GUN INSIDE. HIS VIEW IS DISFIGURED BY THE STEAM AND RED LIGHT 
FROM THE FIRE OF THE NOW DISFUNCTIONAL FURNACE. THE FIRE ROARS STRONGLY 
AS THE GAS PIPE HANGS ABOVE, HISSING WHILE A JET OF FIRE DANCES IN THE SHAFT 
OF WHITE LIGHT COMING FROM OUTSIDE THE ROOM.

THE SHERIFF GLANCES ABOUT THE ROOM. HE CRINGES. BODIES LAY STREWN 
AROUND THE CONCRETE ROOM, MANGLED DUE TO THE EXPLOSION. LIMBS ARE LAID 
OUT LIKE WOUNDED MEN. HE GAGS. TURNING AWAY FROM THE HORROR, HE DUCKS 
DOWN, COUGHING, TRYING TO BRING SOMETHING BACK UP, BUT HE JUST GAGS FOR 
A SECOND OR TWO. HE GASPS HIMSELF BACK INTO EXISTENCE AND LOOKS OVER TO 
THE OTHER ROOMS TO THE LEFT OF THE BASEMENT. RAISING HIS GUN ONCE MORE, 
HE BEGINS TO SLOWLY ADVANCE ON THE FIRST DOOR. 

NERVOUSLY, THE SHERIFF REACHES DOWN TO THE HANDLE. WANTING TO SEE HIS 
PREY STANDING THERE HELPLESS, HE DIDN'T WANT TO OBSERVE MORE OF WHAT HE 
HAD JUST SEEN. GRIPPING THE DOOR HANDLE TIGHTLY, HE TWISTS IT AND SWINGS 
THE DOOR OPEN.

IT SQUEALS OPEN AND HITS THE WALL. ANDY IS NOT INSIDE, ONLY FIGURES 
COVERED WITH BLOOD SOAKED SHEETS. RUNNING OFF QUICKLY, THE SHERIFF 
APPROACHES THE SECOND DOOR. WITH THE SAME ANXIETY, HE TWISTS THE 
HANDLE.

BAM! THE THIRD DOOR BURSTS OPEN, RELEASING ANDY. THE SHERIFF IS SHOCKED, 
BUT AS ANDY MAKES A RUN FOR THE STAIRS, THE SHERIFF IS AMBUSHED BY A 
HOARD OF VICTIMS. VICTIMS OF THE VIRUS, DRIVEN CRAZY BY INSANITY AND THE 
TERRIBLE VIRUS WHICH NOW STALKS THEM. 

THE SHERIFF SCREAMS AS HE PUSHED TO THE GROUND. THE CROWD OF PATIENTS 
PLUMET OUT OF THE DOORWAY, PUSHING AND GRABBING AT EACH OTHER, THEIR 
MOUTHS FULL OF DROOL AND BLOOD.

JUST BEFORE HE REACHES THE RICKETY STAIRCASE, ANDY TURNS AND FALLS INTO 
THE WORLD OF MADNESS, WHICH HIS HUNTER IS BEING SUBJECTED TO. THEY TEAR 
AND CLAW AT HIM. HE STRUGGLES AND LEAPS ABOUT IN FITS OF FEAR AND RAGE. 
HE LIFTS HIS GUN UP TO ONE OF HIS ATTACKER'S HEADS AND BLOWS IT AWAY IN A 
SHOWER OF BRAINS AND GORE. BLAM! ANOTHER SHOT, THIS TIME RIPPING THROUGH 
THE CHEST OF ANOTHER VICTIM.

ANDY GAGS, AND FORCES HIMSELF UP THE STAIRS. THE SCREAMS OF THE SHERIFF 
AND THE MOANS AND GRUNTS OF HIS ATTACKERS FOLLOW ANDY UP THE STEPS. 
MORE OF THE VICTIMS COME GUSHING OUT OF THE ROOM, SPILLING ONTO THE 
FLOOR IN A FIT OF HUNGER AND LUST FOR BLOOD. 

INT: THE HOSPITAL HALLWAY:

ANDY:

"RUN! GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! THEY'RE COMING, THEY'RE OUT! RUN!"

HE RUSHES THROUGH THE HALLWAYS, LUNGING FROM ROOM TO ROOM, SPREADING 
HIS DISTRESS AND HORROR. HE IS TRYING TO LOCATE JENNY. HE BOUNCES OFF THE 
WALLS AS HE GAGS, THE HORROR RUNNING A RAMPAGE IN HIS HEAD. FINALLY, HE 
FINDS THE ROOM INWHICH JENNY IS LYING. LUCKILY FOR ANDY, SHE IS JUST COMING 
ROUND AFTER A LONG REST INDUCED BY THE DRUG SHE AND ANDY WERE GIVEN. HE 
RUSHES OVER, THE NURSE IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. SUDDENLY, AS HE BEGINS TO 
SCOOP HER INTO HIS HANDS, THE SCREAMING STARTS. CURIOUS STAFF HAVE RAN 
DOWN INTO THE CELLAR ONLY TO BE EITHER ATTACKED OR MOWN DOWN BY THE 
CRAZY HOARD OF PATIENTS.

ANDY HESITATES FOR A MOMENT, BUT QUICKLY LIFTS JENNY UP INTO HIS ARMS. SHE 
IS DELERIOUS, UNSURE OF WHAT IS GOING ON, SHE ASKS HIM TIREDLY AS IF SHE HAD 
JUST WOKEN UP.

ANDY, WITH JENNY IN HIS ARMS, BURST OUT OF THE CURTAINED ROOM, RUNNING 
INTO THE HALLWAY AMIDST THE NEW SPREE OF MADNESS. QUICKLY GLANCING TO 
HIS LEFT, HE SEES THE BEGINNINGS OF THE CROWD ADVANCING ON THE STAFF AT 
THE END OF THE CORRIDOR, BITING AND LUNGING AT THEM VICIOUSLY, THEIR PALE 
SKIN, SPATTERED WITH THE BLOOD THAT SPRAYS FROM EVERYWHERE.

ANDY GASPS AND TURNS TO RUN. MAKING HIS WAY FOR THE DOOR, HE REACHES IT 
QUICKLY, KICKING IT OPEN, HE KNOCKS THE ORDERLY TO THE GROUND, KNOCKING 
HIM UNCONSCIOUS. 

EXT: THE HOSPITAL PARKING AREA:

ANDY DASHES FOR HIS CAR. HE PULLS THE DRIVER'S DOOR OPEN AND PLACES JENNY 
IN THE OPPOSITE SEAT. THEN JUST AS HE IS GETTING IN, A FIGURE POUNCES ON HIM. 
IT'S THE HOSPITAL NURSE.

NURSE:

"WHAT'S HAPPENING? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
SHE'S HISTERICAL.

ANDY:

"THEY'RE OUT! THEY'RE OUT! GET IN THE CAR! GET IN!"

THE NURSE DIVES INTO THE CAR, FOLLOWED BY ANDY WHO QUICKLY GUNS THE 
ENGINE AND THROWS IT INTO GEAR. RAMMING HIS FOOT ON THE GAS, HE PULLS 
AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL IN A CLOUD OF DUST. AS HE SPINS THE CAR ROUND TO 
FACE THE RIGHT WAY, THE MAIN ENTRANCE TO THE HOSPITAL BURST OPEN, 
SEVERAL STAFF MEMBERS, SOME BITTEN COME RUSHING OUT OF THE BUILDING, 
FOLLOWED BY MEMBERS OF THE ATTACKING CROWD. THEY SCREAM AND SHOUT AS 
THE NURSE LOOKS OUT FROM THE BACK SEAT. THE DARK WINDOWS ARE 
ILLUMINATED AS THE TRAPPED AND ENCLOSED FIRE THEIR PISTOLS FRANTICALLY.

NURSE:

"OH MY GOD! GO! GO! GO!"

ANDY:

"HOLD ON!"

HE PRESSES FIRMLY DOWN ON THE GAS AGAIN, PUSHING THE CAR DOWN THE HILL IN 
A FRENZY OF SPEED AND SMOKE.

EXT: THE ROAD TO THE HOSPITAL:

ANDY CRAZILY FORCES THE DENTED CAR DOWN THE ROAD APPROACHING TOWN.

EXT: FALL VIEW:

MONTAGE. THE CAR COMES CAREERING DOWN THE ROAD, ENTERING THE SMALL, 
WOODEN TOWN. AS THEY ENTER, THREE POLICE CARS COME ROARING UP IN THE 
OTHER DIRECTION, PASSING THEM AT THE ENTRANCE. THEIR SIRENS BLARE WHILE 
THE RED AND BLUE LIGHTS BLINK ON AND OFF. IT BARELY ATTRACTS ANDY'S 
ATTENTION, AND IT BARELY ATTRACTS THE ATTENTION OF THE OFFICERS THAT 
ANDY IS DRIVING SO FAR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT.

THE CAR HAS NOW ENTERED THE ACTUAL TOWN FULLY AND IS STILL SPEEDING 
THROUGH THE TIGHT, DUSTY ROADS. THE STREETS ARE NOW EMPTY, THE OFFICERS 
GONE, THE BUILDINGS QUIET. ANDY IS CONFUSED, WHERE IS EVERYONE?

BAM! HE HITS A PASSER BY. ANDY SLAMS ON THE BREAKS AND JUMPS OUT OF THE 
CAR. 



ANDY:

"CHRIST!"

HE DUCKS DOWN TO THE MAN KNOCKED OUT ON THE GROUND. HE SLAPS THE MAN'S 
FACE, TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP. EVENTUALLY HE DOES, HE'S GROGGY, BUT HE'S 
AWAKE. ANDY GRABS HIM UNDER THE ARMS AND DRAGS HIM OVER TO THE CAR. 
STRUGGLING TO HOIST THE MAN INTO THE CAR, ANDY FINALLY MANAGES TO GET 
HIM INTO THE BACK SEAT WHERE THE NURSE HOLDS ON TO HIM.

EXT: VIEW INTO THE CAR:

ANDY LEAPS BACK INTO THE DRIVER'S SEAT AND POPS IT INTO GEAR AND ROARS 
BACK OFF FURTHER INTO THE TOWN. THEN, JUST AS HE SHIFTS THE CAR INTO TOP 
GEAR, JENNY'S EYES BURST OPEN IN A FLASH. THE DRUG HAS DONE WHAT IT CAN 
AND SHE HAS COME OUT OF ITS EFFECTS. SHE SCREAMS WILDLY, WAVING HER ARMS 
IN A MADDENED FRENZY, SHOCKED AND UNAWARE OF HER SITUATION. ANDY JUMPS 
OUT OF HIMSELF. ATTEMPTING TO KEEP CONTROL OF THE NOW SLIPPING AND 
SLIDING CAR, HE GRABS JENNY'S ARM AND TRIES TO PULL HER OUT OF HER 
MADNESS.

ANDY:

"JENNY! JENNY! CAN YOU HEAR ME! IT'S ANDY. SNAP OUT OF IT!"

HE CONTINUES TO SHAKE HER ARM WILDLY, FORGETTING THE ROAD. BUT THEN, AS 
HE SHAKES JENNY, HE CATCHES A GLIMPSE OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYE, A 
BUILDING APPROACHES THEM. HE RELEASES HIS HAND AS HE TURNS TO FACE THE 
ONCOMING GENERAL STORE. HE SHOUTS IN FRIGHT AND CAN NO LONGER CONTROL 
THE CAR, IT SPINS BACK AND FORTH CRAZILY, BUT THEN STRAIGHTENS JUST AS THE 
CAR IS ABOUT TO MAKE CONTACT WITH A SUPPORT BEAM FOR THE PORCH OF THE 
STORE.

ANDY THROWS HIMSELF OVER JENNY, COVERING HER HEAD AND SUPPORTING HER 
QUAKING BODY WHILE THE NURSE CLINGS TO THE MAN.

EXT: FALL VIEW GENERAL STORE:

CRASH! THE CAR PLUMETS INTO ONE OF THE LARGE WOODEN BEAMS AT THE FRONT 
OF THE BUILDING, CRUSHING THE ENGINE, WRITING THE WHOLE CAR OFF. AS THE 
BACK END RISES IN THE COLLISION, ANDY FLYS UP AND HIS BACK HITS THE 
WINDSHEILD, SMASHED GLASS FLIES EVERYWHERE AS HIS TORSO IS SENT FLYING 
ONTO THE HOOD. HIS HEAD HITS THE RUSTED METAL BODY, ALMOST KNOCKING HIM 
OUT. AS THE CAR COMES TO A THUMPING REST, ANDY'S LEGS GET FURTHER CAUGHT 
UNDER THE STEERING WHEEL. HE GRUNTS AS HE TRIES TO RECOVER. JENNY, NOW 
FULLY AWAKE, JUMPS OUT OF THE CAR AND RUSHES TO ANDY'S AID. 

JENNY:

"ANDY!"

AS SHE HELPS PULL HIS HURTING BODY OUT OF THE CAR AND ONTO THE GROUND, 
THE NURSE AND THE MAN ALSO STRUGGLE OUT OF THE VEHICLE. KICKING THE 
DOOR OPEN SHARPLY, THE MAN RUBS HIS BLEEDING HEAD.

MAN:

"GOD, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED."
HE MUTTERS.

THE NURSE IS NEXT OUT AND STAGGERS OVER TO ANDY WHO IS NOW LAID OUT ON 
THE FLOOR DELIRIOUS. 

NURSE:

"ANDY? ANDY? CAN YOU HEAR ME? HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?"
SHE SAYS AS SHE WAVES THREE FINGERS SLOWLY INFRONT OF HIS EYES.

SLOWLY, HE OPENS HIS EYES, AND BLINKS A COUPLE OF TIMES. PUSHING THE 
NURSE'S FINGERS AWAY, HE PULLS HIMSELF UP TO LIE ACROSS THE HOOD OF THE 
TRASHED CAR. THE ENGINE STEAMS SLOWLY WHILE WATER POURS OUT OF THE 
RADIATOR.

JENNY:

"WELL YOUR DEFINITELY CHANGING THE CAR NOW ANDY."
SHE SMERKS AMIDST THE SITUATION.

ANDY LOOKS UP FROM THE HOOD AND FACES JENNY. HE RUSHES OVER TO HUG HER.

ANDY:

"OH JENNY!"
HE GASPS.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. OH THANK GOD YOU'RE ALRIGHT! THANK GOD!"

MAN:

"HEY, I HATE TO BREAK UP THE REUNION, BUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

ANDY RELEASE HIMSELF FROM JENNY AND FACES THE MAN.

ANDY:

"OH GOD, ARE YOU ALRIGHT. I, I HIT YOU AS WE CAME THROUGH THE TOWN. YOU 
CAME OUT OF NOWHERE, I DIDN'T SEE YOU."

MAN:

"YOU MEAN. YOU RAN ME OVER, AND THEN YOU CRASH ME IN YOUR CAR. HOW 
IRONIC."

ANDY:

"YEAH, SORRY ABOUT THAT. THE BUILDING CAME OUT OF NOWHERE TO. IS 
EVERYONE ALRIGHT? NURSE? HOW ABOUT YOU?"

THE NURSE DOESN'T ANSWER. SHE IS FACING AWAY FROM ANDY.

ANDY:

"NURSE! NURSE! HEY WHAT'S THE MATTER?"

NURSE:

"I DON'T KNOW WHATS GOING ON HERE, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S THE SHERIFF 
COMING DOWN THE HILL OVER THERE. FOLLOWED, FOLLOWED BY, BY THE REST OF 
THE INFECTED PATIENTS! RUN! GET INSIDE! LOCK THE DOOR! GO!

SHE TURNS WITH A SHOCKED FACE AND RUNS THROUGH ANDY AND JENNY 
TOWARDS THE STORE ENTRANCE. AS SHE REACHES THE DOOR, SHE BEGINS TO PULL 
ON THE HANDLE, IT'S BARRACADED. SHE STRUGGLES WITH IT, THUMPING HER FISTS 
ON THE WOODEN PANELS.

NURSE:

"LET US IN! LET US IN! QUICK! THEY'RE COMING! THEY'RE COMING!"

SHE CONTINUES TO BASH HER FISTS AGAINST THE DOOR FRANTICALLY. THE ROUGH 
WOODEN HAS BEGUN TO SPLINTER OFF AND IS BEGINNING TO TEAR AT HER SKIN, 
SMEARING BLOOD WHERE SHE HITS.

ANDY, JENNY AND THE MAN TURNS AWAY FROM THE NURSE AND LOOK ONTO THE 
ADVANCING CROWD OF VIRUS VICTIMS.

MAN:

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

ANDY:

"I DONT KNOW, BUT LETS GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY GET HERE!"

THEY TURN AND RUN TOWARDS THE NURSE WHO IS STILL PUMMELLING HER FISTS 
INTO THE DOOR. HER HANDS ARE RIDDEN WITH SPLINTERS OF CHEAP WOOD AND 
SMEARED WITH BLOOD. THEY ALL BEGIN TO BANG ON THE DOOR.

THE STORE IS AN OLD WOODEN BUILDING. THE OVERHANGING FIRST FLOOR IS 
SUPPORTED BY FOUR WOODEN BEAMS. THE TWO MAIN WINDOWS ON THE FRONT OF 
THE BUILDING LOOK LIKE EYES STARING OUT ONTO THE TOWN CENTRE WITH AN 
EERIE, UNWELCOMING BLACKNESS. ANY PAINT THAT IS VISIBLE IS EITHER CHIPPED 
AND FLAKED OR SPLATTERED WITH MUD AND GENERAL GRIME. ON THE FLOOR 
ABOVE THE SAME STYLED TWO WINDOWS STARE OUT ONTO THE TOWN WITH EVER 
MORE ETERNAL BLACKNESS. IN BETWEEN THESE TWO UPSTAIRS WINDOWS IS A BIG 
PAINTED SIGN STATING: 'JACK'S GENERAL STORE.'

THE GROUP:

"LET US IN! LET US IN!"

AS THEY SHOUT LOUDER AND LOUDER, THE SOUND OF THE SQUEALING AND 
GROANING PATIENTS BEGINS TO FADE IN OVER THEIR STRESSED VOICES.

ANDY TURNS, THE CROWD IS GAINING SLOWLY.

ANDY:

"QUICK! LET US IN NOW!"

HE BANGS HARDER AND HARDER. THEN, THE DOOR OPENS SUDDENLY, THEY FALL 
INSIDE IN A CRUMPLED HEAP. AS THEY HIT THE FLOOR, THE DOOR IS SWUNG SHUT 
AGAIN AND QUICKLY BARRICADED BY DARK FIGURES.

ANDY IS THE FIRST TO LOOK UP. HE IS CONFRONTED WITH A TALL COLOURED MAN. 
HIS STRONG FACE AND BULKY BODY LOOMS OVER ANDY, MAKING HIM A DWARF BY 
COMPARISON.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

TALL MAN:

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

ANDY:

"TO STAY ALIVE FOR ONE THING! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON OUT THERE?"

THE TALL, DARK MAN GLANCES AT THE FALLEN GROUP AND SHOWS SLIGHT 
PUZZLEMENT.

TALL MAN:

"WE DON'T QUITE KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, NO. WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

NURSE:

"VIRUS! A VIRUS!"
SHE GASPS.

TALL MAN:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN A VIRUS?"

NURSE:

"ITS LIKE RABIES, ONLY FASTER AND MORE DEVESTATING! IT MOVES WITH 
REMARKABLE SPEED! THERE'S NO STOPPING IT! ALL WE CAN DO IS HIDE! HIDE!"

THE TALL MAN REACHES DOWN AND PULLS THE NURSE UP, HE SLAPS HER ACROSS 
THE FACE.

TALL MAN:

"GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

SHE GASPS AS THE SLAP TINGLES HER CHEEK. ANDY BURSTS UP.

ANDY:

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

TALL MAN:

"SHUT THE HELL UP. SHE'S HISTERICAL. TAKE HER IN BACK SOMEBODY!"

THE MAN WHO ANDY RAN DOWN HAS ALREADY FOUND HIS FOOTING AND HAS MADE 
HIS WAY TO THE BACK OF THE STORE, EXAMINING THE SHELVES AS HE RUBS HIS 
HEAD.

JENNY HELPS THE NURSE TO THE BACK.

ANDY STANDS UP TO THE TALL MAN, HE IS AT LEAST SIX INCHES SHORTER THAN THE 
DARK FIGURE. 

TALL MAN:

"SO WHAT'S YOUR NAME MAN?"

ANDY:

"ANDY, MY NAME'S ANDY."
HE SAYS SHAKILY, STILL SLIGHTLY AFRAID OF THE TALL FIGURE INFRONT OF HIM.

THE TALL MAN TAKES A DEEP SIGH, RELAXING.

TALL MAN:

"PLEASED TO MEET YOU ANDY, I'M DAVID. IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND BACK THERE?"


ANDY:

"YES. HER NAME'S JENNY."

DAVID:

"YOURE A LUCKY MAN ANDY."
HE THEN REMEMBERS ABOUT THE OTHER TWO.
"HEY, WHO ARE THOSE OTHERS?"

ANDY:

"OH, THAT NURSE I MET AT THE HOSPITAL AND THAT MAN I, I KINDA RAN OVER ON 
THE WAY THROUGH TOWN."

DAVID:

"I WONDER IF HE LOOKED THAT BAD BEFORE YOU RAN HIM DOWN?"
HE SAYS JOKING.

ANDY LAUGHS SHORTLY AND TURNS TO FACE THE BACK OF THE STORE.

ANDY:

"HEY, WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES ANYWAY?"

NURSE:

"SANDRA."

MAN:

"JON, NICE TO MEET YOU."

DAVID WALKS ROUND FROM BEHIND ANDY.

ANDY:

"ARE YOU ALONE, OR ARE THERE ANY MORE PEOPLE HERE?"

DAVID:

"NO, I'M NOT ALONE. UPSTAIRS THERE ARE TWO OTHERS UPSTAIRS. A MAN AND A 
WOMAN. I'LL CALL THEM DOWN."

DAVID WALKS OVER TO THE STAIRWELL AT THE BACK OF THE STORE PAST THE 
REGISTER AND LEANS INTO IT.

DAVID:

"HEY, MARTHA, STEVE. GET DOWN HERE, THERE ARE SOME MORE PEOPLE."

WE HEAR FOOTSTEPS COMING DOWN THE STEPS. CLUNK, CLUNK, CLUNK FILLS THE 
QUIET ROOM. ANDY STEPS UP TO THE COUNTER AND PLACES HIS HANDS ON THE 
WOODEN SURFACE. FINALLY THE CLUNKING FOOTSTEPS STOP. DAVID PULLS AWAY 
FROM THE DOOR LEADING INTO THE STAIRWELL AND THE TWO PEOPLE COME OUT 
OF HIDING. 

MARTHA IS A YOUNG WOMAN, LATE 20'S. SHE IS QUITE SHORT COMPARED TO THE 
OTHERS, ABOUT 5'4". SHE IS WEARING A FLOWING FLORAL DRESS AND WHITE SHOES. 
HER HAIR IS RED BLONDE AND GROWS OVER HER SHOULDERS.

STEVE IS SLIGHTLY OLDER, AROUND 33. HE IS ABOUT 5'10", 3 SHORT OF ANDY, BUT 
THE SAME HEIGHT AS JENNY. HIS HAIR IS BEGINNING TO RECEED, BUT WHAT HE HAS 
IS JET BLACK AND SHAVED QUITE SHORT. HIS TIGHT SUMMER SHIRT REVEALS HIS 
STRONG ARMS AND CHEST, SHOWING THAT HE WORKS AS A BUILDER OR IN SOME 
SORT OF PHYSICAL PROFESSION. HIS BLUE DENIM JEANS ARE WORN AND RIPPED AT 
THE KNEES. HIS HANDS ARE FIRMLY PLANTED IN HIS POCKETS. 

THE COUPLE STAND IN THE DOORFRAME CALMLY STARING AT ANDY AND THE 
OTHER NEW ARRIVALS. THE AIR IS AT FIRST DEAD, QUIET AND MUSTY.

STEVE:

"SO WHERE DID YOU COME FROM THEN?"

ANDY:

"WELL, ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND JENNY, THAT'S HER OVER THERE.."
HE POINTS TO HER AND SHE SMILES.
"WERE ON A SHORT HOLIDAY UP HERE. WE HEARD ABOUT IT A WHILE AGO, AND 
NEVER GOT THE CHANCE UNTIL NOW TO TAKE A BREAK UP HERE. WHEN WE FIRST 
ARRIVED WE DROVE UP TO THE POINT, BUT WERE ATTACKED BY A CRAZY MAN. HIS 
MOUTH WAS FOAMING BLOOD. HE BIT JENNY ON THE HAND THERE, AND WE JUST 
MANAGED TO ESCAPE UP TO THE HOSPITAL. THEY TREATED HER, BUT EVENTUALLY, 
THERE WAS A WHOLE CROWD OF THOSE THINGS THAT CAME CRASHING OUT OF THE 
BASEMENT AND WENT RUNNING AMOK AROUND THE BUILDING. JENNY, MYSELF AND 
SANDRA OVER THERE ONLY JUST GOT AWAY WITH OUR LIVES."

STEVE:

"AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM THEN MISTER?"
HE LOOKS OVER TO JON WHO IS WONDERING THE BACK OF THE STORE.

JON:

"HMM? OH YEAH. I'VE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR A FEW WEEKS NOW. THIS PLACE IS 
STILL PRETTY NEW TO ME AND I WAS JUST TAKING A WALK AROUND THE TOWN, 
THEN, BEFORE I KNOW IT, ANDY HERE RUNS ME OVER IN HIS CAR. AND HERE I AM."

STEVE:

"JUST LIKE TO KNOW WHO EVERYBODY IS THATS ALL."
HE SAYS SOFTLY AS HE SMILES POLITELY.

THE GROUP ALL RELAX NOW THAT THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER A LITTLE BETTER 
AND BEGIN TO WALK AROUND THE STORE.

DAVID:

"HEY, ANDY, JON. FOLLOW ME UPSTAIRS, WHOEVER OWNED THIS STORE WAS A BIT 
OF A COLLECTOR, COME AND HAVE A LOOK AT ALL THIS STUFF."

DAVID BEGINS TO WALK UP THE STAIRS, CLOSELY FOLLOWED BY A CURIOUS ANDY 
AND JON AS STEVE AND MARTHA PART TO LET THEM THROUGH AND SPLIT UP. THE 
STAIRWAY IS DARK AND COLD, THE WOODEN STEPS CREAK AS THEY MAKE THEIR 
WAY UP. THE WALLS ARE DUSTY AND THE ODD PAINTINGS AND PHOTOS HANGING 
ON THE WALLS ARE EVEN MORE DUSTY. AS THE WALK UP, ANDY STOPS BY ONE OF 
THE PICTURES AND WIPES THE GRIME AWAY WITH HIS FINGERS. A PHOTO OF THE 
STORE OWNER'S FAMILY IS NOW VISIBLE. THEY ARE FULL OF SMILES AND HOLDING 
BEER GLASS UP IN THE AIR AS THEY LAUGH AND JOKE. ANDY LOOKS TO THE BOTTOM 
OF THE PICTURE AND WIPES THE NAME PLATE CLEAN. IT SAYS: 'HARRISON FAMILY 
PICNIC 1994.' 

JON:

"HEY ANDY, WAKE UP. STOP DAYDREAMING AND FOLLOW THE MAN WILL YA, COME 
ON."

ANDY LOOKS BACK AT THE IMPATIENT JON AND BEGINS TO WALK FURTHER UP THE 
STAIRS UNTIL A DARK CORRIDOR COMES INTO VIEW. DAVID IS ALREADY AT THE END 
AND IS WAITING BY THE DOOR, TAPPING HIS FINGERS ON THE HANDLE AS HE LOOKS 
ON AT ANDY.

ANDY:

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'M COMING."

INT: THE CORRIDOR:

ANDY ENTERS THE SMALL HALLWAY AND BEGINS TO WALK CLOSER TO DAVID. AS 
HE WALKS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO DAVID, ANDY GLANCES INTO THE OPEN 
DOORWAYS OF SOME OF THE ROOMS. IN ONE, HE SEES A FIGURE LYING ON THE 
FLOOR. A COLT PISTOL IS GRIPPING TIGHTLY IN ITS HAND, ON BULLET SPENT. A 
SMEAR OF BLOOD IS SMUDGED ACROSS THE WALL BEHIND THE FIGURE'S HEAD 
WHERE THE BODY SLID DOWN THE WALL. ANDY SEES THE BODY'S EYES, THEY ARE 
STARING RIGHT AT HIM. ANDY FLINCHES NERVOUSLY AND FACES DAVID AGAIN.

DAVID:

"BLOODY, AIN'T IT?"
HE GRINS WILDLY AS IF HE'S ENJOYING THE WHOLE THING.

ANDY TAKES A DEEP SWALLOW AND WALKS UP TO DAVID WHILE JON WHOS 
DRAGGING BEHIND TAKES A PEEP INTO THE ROOM. HE PULLS HIS HEAD OUT AND 
SLAMS THE DOOR. HE LOOKS AT DAVID AND ANDY'S FACES AND GAGS SLIGHTLY, 
BUT HE TRIES TO FORGET IT AND MOVE ON.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

MARTHA MAKES HER WAY OVER TO SANDRA AND JENNY, AT LAST, SOME WOMEN TO 
TALK TO SHE THINKS.

MARTHA:

"BOYS AND THEIR TOYS HEY, CAN'T LIVE WITH THEM, CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM."
SHE SMILES.

SANDRA:

"YEP, ALWAYS GAWPING AT CARS OR GUNS, CARS OR GUNS."

JENNY:

"OR GIRLS!"
SHE ADDS IN JOKINGLY.

THEY ALL LAUGH AND MAKE THEMSELVES COMFORTABLE ON BAGS OF GRAIN ON 
THE FLOOR.

STEVE APPROACHES THE BACK DOOR.

STEVE:

"I SAW OUT OF THE WINDOWS UPSTAIRS THAT THERE'S A BACK YARD TO THIS PLACE, 
IT'S ALL SEALED OFF, NOBODY CAN GET IN, I'M GOING TO CHECK IT OUT."

MARTHA TURNS AND LOOKS AT HIM.

MARTHA:

"BE CAREFUL."

STEVE:

"I'LL BE FINE."

HE LOOKS AT THE COUNTER AND NOTICES A HOLLOWED OUT SECTION. HE DUCKS 
DOWN AND PULLS A BOX OUT OF THE WAY, IT'S STACKED WITH AMMO, AND BEHIND 
IT, A SHOTGUN.

STEVE:

"JACKPOT!"

MARTHA, SANDRA AND JENNY:

"WHAT?"

STEVE:

"GOT ME A REAL MAN'S GUN!"

HE DRAGS THE WEAPON OUT AND PLACES IT ON THE COUNTER SURFACE BESIDE THE 
REGISTER. LIFTING THE AMMO FILLED BOX ONTO THE COUNTER AS WELL, HE PULLS 
OUT A BOX OF SHELLS AND SPREADS THEM ACROSS THE COUNTER TOP. NOW LIFTING 
THE GUN UP, HE WEDGES IT UNDER HIS ARM AND BEGINS TO LOAD IT. RAMMING THE 
SHELLS IN HARD, HE FINALLY FILLS IT. NOW COCKING IT HARD AND GRIPS IT 
TIGHTLY AND HEADS FOR THE DOOR. HE PLACES HIS EAR UP TO THE DOOR AND 
SLOWLY OPENS IT. HE LEAPS BACK FROM IT AND POISES THE GUN AT THE OPEN 
SPACE. NOTHING LUCKILY. HE SLOWLY BEGINS TO WALK OUTSIDE.

EXT: THE GENERAL STORE BACK YARD:

STEVE IS CONFRONTED BY A SMALL, DEAD YARD OF GRASS. TO HIS LEFT, A DEAD 
TREE LOOMS LARGE OVER THE FENCE IN A TWISTED MESS OF BRANCHES AND 
GLITTERING METAL CHAINS. THE SUNLIGHT GLIMMERS OF THE CHAINS, STARTLING 
STEVE AS HE WALKS PAST. OPPOSITE THE DEAD TREE IS A CAR WREAK. STEVE STEPS 
CLOSER AND EXAMINES THE REMNANTS OF THE CAR BODY.

STEVE:

"CHRIST! A '57 CHEVY!"
HE GASPS TO HIMSELF.

HE TAKES ONE HAND OFF THE GUN AND RUBS IT ACROSS THE RUSTED METAL OF THE 
HOOD. HE SMILES. THEN, HE HEARS A CRACK FROM BEHIND. HE TURNS SHARPLY AND 
AIMS HIS GUN. NOTHING, JUST A RAT SCUTTLING ACROSS A COUPLE OF WOODEN 
BOXES STACKED IN THE CORNER OF THE YARD, FLUSH WITH THE BACK END OF THE 
WALL. HE LOOKS UP FROM THE BOXES AND SEES A SIDE WINDOW OF THE STORE. THE 
SHADOWS OF DAVID, ANDY AND JON MOVE AROUND WITHIN.

INT: THE SECOND FLOOR OF THE GENERAL STORE:

THE THREE MEN STEP INTO A ROOM AT THE END OF A SHORT CORRIDOR.

DAVID:

"GENTLEMEN, COMMENCE SHOPPING!"

HE SWINGS THE DOOR OPEN AND A SMALL ROOM, STACKED WITH BOXES OF GUNS, 
BULLETS, FOOD AND EVERYTHING THE STORE HAS TO OFFER.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE STOREROOM:

THE THREE MEN CROWD INTO THE CLAUSTROPHOBIC, SLIGHTLY LIT ROOM. A SINGLE 
BULB ILLUMINATES THE STACKED ROOM, LIGHTING THE CRATES THAT ARE STACKED 
FLOOR TO CEILING. JON WALKS OVER TO ONE CRATE AND PULLS ON THE LID. IT 
DOESN'T OPEN. 

JON:

"HEY, GOT A CROBAR?"

ANDY SPOTS ONE LYING ON ANOTHER CRATE. HE PICKS IT UP AND THROWS IT OVER 
TO JON. AS DAVID AND ANDY STARE BEWILDERED AT THE NUMEROUS BOXES, 
UNSURE WHERE TO START SNOOPING, JON CRACKS OPEN THE CRATE INFRONT OF 
HIM. PLACING THE CROBAR ONTO ANOTHER CRATE BESIDE HIM, HE LIFTS THE 
WOODEN LID OPEN REVEALING A SHIPMENT OF VIDEOCASSETTES. HIS FACE LIGHTS 
UP AND A HUGE SMILE STRETCHES ACROSS HIS FACE, HE GASPS WITH GLEE.

ANDY:

"WHAT DID YOU FIND?"

JON:

"THERE'S A WHOLE COLLECTION OF TAPES HERE. SOME OF THE GREAT CLASSICS 
HERE. AS HE DIGS THROUGH THE SELECTION HIS GLEE ENFORCES ITSELF OVER AND 
OVER WHILE ANDY AND DAVID GO DIGGING FOR GUNS AND AMMUNITION.

DAVID CATCHES A GLANCE AT A CRATE LABELLED 'HANDLE WITH CARE.' THE TALL 
MAN PICKS UP THE CROBAR AND WEDGES IT UNDER THE LIP OF THE LID. HE SNAPS IT 
OPEN WITH AN ALMIGHTY BLOW AND RIPS THE LID OPEN. HE GRINS SLOWLY AS HIS 
EYES INHALE THE SIGHT OF SEMI-AUTOMATICS AND SHOTGUNS AND RIFLES. THE 
LONG, RECTANGULAR CRATE IS FILLED WITH WEAPONS.

ANDY:

"I THINK OUR FRIENDLY GENERAL STORE OWNER WAS A BIT OF A BLACK MARKET 
DEALER."

DAVID:

"WELL, IT DON'T BELONG TO HIM ANYMORE MY MAN, WE'RE IN GUN HEAVEN."

ANDY:

"SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU'RE A SUBSCRIBER TO 'SOLDIER OF FORTUNE.'"

DAVID SMILES FURTHER AND BEGINS TO UNLOAD THE GUNS ONTO THE FLOOR.

DAVID:

"TAKE YOUR PICK BROTHER, ALL THE GUNS YOU CAN CARRY. FOUR OR FIVE TIMES!"

DAVID EAGERLY CONTINUES TO GRAB THE GUNS OUT OF THE CRATE AND DROP 
THEM ONTO THE FLOOR.

DAVID:

"OKAY, I THINK THAT'S ALL WE SHOULD TAKE FOR NOW. JON! STOP GAWPING AT 
THOSE TAPES AND GIVE ANDY A HAND TO DRAG THESE GUNS DOWNSTAIRS WHILE I 
FIND THE AMMO."

JON LEAPS OVER TO HELP ANDY, SLIGHTLY AFRAID OF DAVID DUE TO HIS IMMENSE 
SIZE TOWERING OVER HIM, HE'S OBVIOUSLY THE BOSS NOW. ANDY AND JON MOUNT 
THE RIFLES OVER THEIR SHOULDERS AND GRABS HOLD OF THE SHOTGUNS AND 
PISTOLS IN THEIR ARMS AND WALK OFF DOWN THE SMALL STAIRCASE AT THE END 
OF THE HALLWAY. 

EXT: THE GENERAL STORE BACK YARD:

STEVE HAS NOW MOVED THE BOXES AROUND AND HAS FASHIONED A BASIC SET OF 
STEPS TO CLIMB ONTO THE ROOF OF THE STORE NEXT TO THE ONE IN WHICH THEY 
ARE HIDING. HE SCRAMBLES UP, FINALLY REACHING THE TOP HE PULLS HIMSELF UP 
AND READYS HIS GUN AS HE STANDS. NO THREAT IS EVIDENT SO HE JUST GRIPS THE 
GUN WITH HIS RIGHT HAND AND LETS IT DROP DOWN BY HIS SIDE. HE LOOKS 
AROUND HIM, WATCHING THE SURROUNDING LAND BEING LIT BY THE SUN, WHICH 
BEAMS DOWN ON HIM. THEN HE LOOKS OVER TO THE WEST AND SPOTS A MASS OF 
DARK CLOUD MOVING IN. 

STEVE:

"GREAT, A KILLER VIRUS, AND RAIN, IF THIS WAS MONDAY I DON'T KNOW IF I COULD 
COPE!" HE LOOKS OVER TO THE PART OF THE ROOF THAT IS NEAREST THE STREET, HE 
WALKS OVER QUICKLY AND THEN DUCKS DOWN ON THE GROUND. NOW LYING WITH 
THE SHOTGUN NESTLED IN HIS ARMS HE DARTS HIS EYES ACROSS THE IMMEDIATE 
AREA. THE INFECTED PATIENTS ARE NOW INTO THE CENTRE OF TOWN, BUT ARE 
MORE SPREAD OUT THAN BEFORE. THEY EXPLORE THE LANDSCAPE AS IF THEY HAD 
NEVER BEEN THERE BEFORE, OR AT LEAST A VERY LONG TIME. THEY SEEM TO BE 
HUNTING FOR SOMETHING. OPPOSITE THE GENERAL STORE, STEVE NOTICES ONE 
MOVING NEARER THE BAR ACROSS THE STREET. IT STUMBLES UP THE STAIRS AND 
CRASHES INTO THE DOOR. IT THUMPS AND THUMPS, BUT NOT MANAGING TO GET IN. 
STEVE HEARS A NOISE, A SCREECH. OVER TO HIS LEFT, A CAR ENTERING THE TOWN 
FULL OF PEOPLE HAS GROUND TO A HALT INFRONT OF A CROWD OF FIVE OR SIX OF 
THE VICTIMS. THE PASSENGERS SCREAM AS THEIR ATTACKERS MOVE IN FOR THE 
KILL, ENCIRCLING THE CAR THEY FORCE THEIR ARMS THROUGH THE GLASS AND 
ATTEMPT TO DRAG THE PEOPLE OUT THROUGH THE BROKEN WINDOWS. ONE VICTIM 
MANAGES THIS AND PULLS ITS PREY TO THE GROUND AND SETS UPON HIM. RIPPING 
INTO HIS ARM WITH ITS TEETH, THE ATTACKER IS SOAKED WITH BLOOD AS HE GOES 
FOR THE JUGULAR. THEN, THE REST OF THE PASSENGERS ARE ATTACKED, AND SOON, 
THE SCREAMING STOPS.

STEVE GAGS AS HE COVERS HIS MOUTH AND CLOSES HIS EYES, BUT THE IMAGE IS 
STAPLED TO THE INSIDE OF HIS EYELIDS, HE IS UNABLE TO REMOVE IT FROM HIS 
MIND. EVENTUALLY, HE GATHERS HIMSELF. CRASH! A MAN PUNCHES A GIRDER 
FROM THE VENTALTION SHAFT JUST BEHIND STEVE. HE JUMPS AS THE MAN 
STRUGGLES TO PULL HIMSELF OUT, HE IS SCREAMING IN AGONY AS HIS LEFT LEG 
HAS BEEN SEVERELY DAMAGED, HE'S BEEN BITTEN! STEVE SCURRIES OVER TO THE 
WOUNDED MAN, BLOOD SOAKING THE ROOF AND TRICKLING BACK INTO THE AIR 
DUCT.

MAN:

"KI..KI.KILL.MME."
HE GASPS.

STEVE IS DEEPLY SHOCKED AS MORE AND MORE BLOOD PUMPS OUT OF THE WOUND. 
THE MAN CONTINUES TO PLEAD UNTIL FINALLY, STEVE PULLS A SMALL PISTOL OUT 
OF THE BACK OF HIS TROUSERS AND AIMS IT AT THE MAN'S CHEST. HE PAUSES AND 
LOOKS AT THE MAN, STEVE'S FACE IS FULL OF SORROW, HE REGAINS HIMSELF AND 
REAIMS THE GUN. THEN, BLAM! HE SHOOTS THE MAN CLEAN THROUGH THE CHEST, 
KILLING HIM INSTANTLY. 

THE GUNSHOT ECHOES THROUGH THE TOWN. THE STAGGERING VICTIMS HEAR IT, 
BUT CANNOT PLACE IT. THEY GROAN AND MOAN LONGINGLY EVEN LOUDER AND 
CONTINUE TO ROAM THE DESERTED STREETS.

CRASH! ANOTHER LOUD NOISE ATTRACTS STEVE'S ATTENTION. HE LOOKS UP FROM 
THE MAN'S BODY AND GLANCES AROUND, HE CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. HE LOOKS DOWN 
AGAIN AND NOTICES A GUN STRAP AROUND HIS BODY. STEVE ROLLS HIM OVER AND 
FINDS A RIFLE. HE DROPS THE SHOTGUN AND GRABS THE RIFLE OFF THE MAN. STEVE 
LOOKS OVER HIS SHOULDER AND REMEMBERS ABOUT THE BAR. HE TURNS AND 
CRAWLS OVER TO A GAP BETWEEN THE SIGNS OF THE GENERAL STORE AND THE 
STORE ON WHICH HE IS LYING. HE GLANCES DOWN AND SEES ONE OF THE VICTIMS 
JUST ENTERING THE BAR DOOR. A TABLE SCRAPES ACROSS THE FLOOR AS THE 
PATIENT PUSHES THE DOOR FURTHER IN AND ENTERS THE BUILDING. A SCREAM. 
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! THE GUNSHOTS LIGHT UP THE 
WINDOWS AND SEND THE VICTIM FALLING BACK OUT THE FRONT DOOR AND 
LANDING ON THE SIDEWALK. BLAM! A FINAL GUNSHOT PIERCES THE AIR. 

STEVE HESITATES FOR A MOMENT BUT THEN COCKS THE RIFLE AND CAREFULLY 
AIMS AT THE VICTIM WHO IS STILL LYING ON THE GROUND. THE SEVEN SHOTS HAVE 
TORN THROUGH HIS ARMS AND LEGS AND CHEST, BUT, TO STEVE'S HORROR, THE 
PERSON BEGINS TO SIT BACK UP AND WALK BACK OVER TO THE STORE. STEVE GASPS 
AND FOLLOWS THE FIGURE WITH THE RIFLE. HE WAITS, AND THEN JUST AS THE 
FIGURE BEGINS TO ENTER THE BUILDING ONCE AGAIN, HE FIRES.

A BULLET RIPS THROUGH THE PERSON'S THROAT AND THE GROANING OF THE 
INDIVIDUAL STOPS, BUT IT STILL ISN'T DEAD. STEVE QUICKLY COCKS THE GUN 
AGAIN AND THIS TIME FIRES A SHOT THROUGH THE HEAD OF THE CREATURE. 

BLOOD AND GORE IS SENT FLYING ACROSS THE IMMEDIATE AREA NEAR THE VICTIM. 
THEN AS THE FIGURE FLOPS TO THE GROUND LIKE A USELESS RAG, MORE BLOOD 
SPRAYS OUT VIGOROUSLY OVER THE PORCH AND STEPS OF THE BUILDING.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

ANDY, JON AND DAVID ARE BACK DOWN INTO THE MAIN PART OF THE BUILDING AND 
HEAR THE GUNSHOTS. 

DAVID:

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
HE SAYS AND THEN GRABS HOLD OF ONE OF THE STOLEN GUNS WHICH NOW LIE ON 
THE COUNTER.

DAVID RUSHES OUTSIDE AND WAITS. HE SPOTS THE RAMSHACKLE PILE OF BOXES 
LEADING UP TO THE ROOF OF THE NEXT BUILDING. THEN, HE SEES STEVE CRAWLING 
BACK TO THE CONSTRUCTION AND THEN BEGINNING TO DESEND.

STEVE REACHES THE BOTTOM AND HITS THE GRASS HARD WITH HIS FEET. NOW 
HOLDING BOTH SHOTGUN AND RIFLE, HE WALKS PAST DAVID AND BACK INTO THE 
STORE WITH A QUEESY EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. DAVID LOOKS CONFUSED AND 
QUICKLY FOLLOWS STEVE INTO THE BUILDING, CLOSING AND LOCKING THE DOOR 
ON HIS WAY BACK IN.

DAVID:

"WELL? WHAT HAPPENED?"

STEVE TURNS TO FACE DAVID, STILL SHOCKED BY RECENT EVENTS, HE TAKES A 
SEAT ON A STOOL NEAR MARTHA. SLOWLY, STEVE LEANS THE TWO GUNS AGAINST 
THE WALL TO HIS RIGHT AND RUBS HIS HANDS TOGETHER. HE THEN LOOKS UP AT 
DAVID AND JUST STARES AT HIM.

DAVID:

"STEVE! STEVE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED OUT THERE? HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH YOU? 
ANSWER ME GOD DAMN IT!"
HE BELLOWS.

STEVE TAKES A DEEP BREATHE AND OPENS HIS MOUTH.

STEVE:

"THEY'RE OUT THERE."

DAVID:

"WHAT?"

STEVE:

"THEY'RE OUT THERE. THEY'RE COMING. THEY'RE ROAMING THE STREETS."

DAVID:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HOW MANY OF THEM ARE OUT THERE?"

STEVE:

"IS THERE WOOD AROUND HERE?"

DAVID:

"YES, BUT"

STEVE:

"THEN WE BETTER GET STARTED."

ANDY:

"STARTED? WHAT DO YOU MEAN GET STARTED? WHAT? BOARD THIS PLACE UP?"

STEVE:

"YES. NOW. BEFORE THEY INCREASE IN NUMBER. WE'VE GOTTA GET THE PLACE 
BOARDED UP, OR.OR IT'S THE END."

ANDY AND DAVID LOOK AT EACH OTHER WHILE JON JUST SITS THERE AND LOOKS 
QUEESY.

DAVID:

"THE MAN'S RIGHT! LET'S GET STARTED, NOW! JON! GET THE HELL UP AND HELP 
DAMN IT!"

JON STANDS AND WIPES HIS FACE WITH HIS HAND AND GLANCES ABOUT THE ROOM 
SEARCHING FOR A TOOLBOX.

JON:

"ONE THING. TOOLS!"

DAVID:

"DON'T WORRY MAN, THERE'S SOME UPSTAIRS, IN THE STORE ROOM. I'LL GO GET 'EM, 
AND YOU AND ANDY FIND SOME WOOD. TEAR DOWN THE COUNTER, USE DOORS WE 
DON'T NEED, ANYTHING, IRONING BOARDS, ANYTHING."

WITH THAT DAVID DARTS BACK OFF UP THE STAIRS WHILE JON AND ANDY SEARCH 
FOR USEFUL WOOD.

STEVE:

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?"

ANDY:

"LOAD THE GUNS. YOU'LL FIND THE BULLETS IN THAT BOX SOMEWHERE. GET THEM 
LOADED, THEN COME HELP US." 

ANDY THEN LOOKS DOWN AT JENNY, SANDRA AND MARTHA.

"SANDRA, YOU STAY WITH JENNY, AND MARTHA, YOU HELP STEVE GET THOSE GUNS 
LOADED. IF THOSE 'PEOPLE' BUST IN HERE SUDDENLY, WE'RE GONNA NEED 
FIREPOWER ON THE SPOT."

ANDY AND JON SEPARATE, JON CAREFULLY WONDERS OUT INTO THE BACK YARD, 
REMEMBERING SOME TIMBER HE SAW ON THE ROOF WHILE ANDY MOVES INTO THE 
CENTRE OF THE STORE LOOKING AT THE SHELVES.

MARTHA AND STEVE SPREAD THE BOXES OF BULLETS ACROSS THE COUNTER AND 
LAY OUT THE GUNS IN AN ORDERLY FASHION BEFORE THEY BEGIN FILLING THEM 
WITH BULLETS. PISTOLS, SHOTGUNS, SEMI-AUTOMATICS AND MACHINE GUNS LAY 
STREWN ACROSS THE COUNTER TOP WHILE BULLETS ARE PUMPED INTO THEM 
HASTILY. 

ANDY GLANCES AT THE SHELVES, HE SCRATCHES HIS ARM AND THEN TESTS ONE OF 
THEM FOR WEIGHT. INCLUDING THE FOOD AND SUPPLIES WHICH ARE LINED ON THE 
SHELVES, THE RACKS ARE QUITE SUBSTANTIAL, BUT HE CAN'T MOVE THEM HIMSELF. 
HE LOOKS FOR JON.

ANDY:

"HEY, STEVE, WHERE'S JON?"

MARTHA:

"HE WENT OUTSIDE, UP ON THE ROOF, HE SAID THERE WAS WOOD UP THERE. HE'LL BE 
BACK IN A MOMENT."

CLUNK, CLUNK CLUNK! DAVID RUSHES DOWN THE STAIRS AND THROWS THE 
TOOLBOX ON THE FLOOR NEAR ANDY.

DAVID:

"THERE YOU GO. ALL THE TOOLS YOU NEED RIGHT AT YOUR FINGERTIPS."

ANDY:

"CHRIST ALMIGHTY! A YOU SURE THIS GUY DIDN'T HAVE AN UNDERGROUND 
TRADING ORGANISATION GOING?"
HE JOKES.

BAM! JON DROPS A PILE OF WOODEN TIMBERS ON THE FLOOR SENDING DUST 
SHOOTING UP INTO THE AIR.

JON:

"HERE YOU GO, THERE'S MORE OUTSIDE. DAVID, GIVE ME A HAND."

DAVID LOOKS AT THE PILE AND FOLLOWS JON OUTSIDE. 

EXT: THE GENERAL STORE BACK YARD:

THE FENCED OFF AREA IS SMALL AND CLAUSTROPHOBIC. THE FENCING IS MADE OUT 
OF WOODEN PLANKS WHICH STAND EIGHT FOOT TALL. SOME ARE SLIGHTLY 
CROOKED, CREATING A CRACK BETWEEN TWO PLANKS THROUGH WHICH THEY CAN 
SEE OUT INTO THE TOWN.

STEVE WALKS OVER TO THE STACK OF WOODEN CRATES AND PULLS MORE WOODEN 
PLANKS FROM THE WALL. HE MOVES PAST DAVID AND DRAGS THE WOOD INTO THE 
STORE. THEN DAVID PICKS UP THE REST OF THE WOOD AND RE-ENTERS THE 
BUILDING, AGAIN CLOSING AND LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

STEVE AND DAVID DROP THE FINAL PLANKS ONTO THE FLOOR. JOINING THE WOOD IS 
A COUPLE OF DOORS, WHICH ANDY HAS PRISED FROM THEIR HINGES.

CLUNK, CLUNK, CLUNK! ANDY COMES WALKING DOWN THE STAIRS AS DAVID LOCKS 
THE DOOR. HE IS TIGHTLY GRIPPING TWO MORE DOORS, AS HE REACHES THE 
BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS HE DUMPS THE EXTRA DOORS ONTO THE FLOOR, NOW 
MAKING THE COLLECTION OF FIVE DOORS UP TO SEVEN.

ANDY SIGHS AND PLACES HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS, HOLDING A SCREWDRIVER IN HIS 
FINGERS.

ANDY:

"DAVID, GIVE ME A HAND PULLING THIS SHELVING STACK OVER TO THE DOOR."

DAVID AND ANDY MOVE IN ON THE SHELVING UNIT AND GRAB AND END EACH. THEY 
STRUGGLE TO LIFT IT, BUT AS THEY DO THEY HELP SHIFT IT WITH THEIR LEGS. 
EVENTUALLY, THEY MANAGE TO SCRAPE THE UNIT ACROSS THE FLOOR AND BLOCK 
THE DOOR WITH IT.

ANDY:

"HOLD THIS."

ANDY DARTS OVER TO THE COUNTER AND POURS A LOAD OF NAILS INTO HIS POCKET 
AND THE REST INTO HIS LEFT HAND. HE THEN GRABS TWO HAMMERS FROM THE 
TOOLBOX AND DASHES BACK OVER TO THE DOOR. HE HANDS ONE OF THEM TO 
DAVID AND A HANDFUL OF NAILS. THEY THEN BEGIN TO HAMMER NAILS INTO THE 
WOOD MADLY.

DAVID:

"STEVE! GET SOME OF THOSE PLANKS AND BLOCK UP THOSE WINDOWS FOR GOD'S 
SAKE!"

STEVE STARTLES INTO ACTION AND LIFTS SEVERAL OF THE PLANKS OVER TO THE 
WINDOWS, GRABBING HAMMER AND NAILS AS HE PASSES THE COUNTER. 

STEVE GRIPS ONE OF THE PLANKS AND STRUGGLES WITH IT.

STEVE:

"JON, GIVE ME A HAND!"

JON DASHES OVER AND HOLDS THE PLANK UP OVER THE SHEETED WINDOW WHILE 
STEVE HAMMERS NAILS THROUGH THE WOOD AND INTO THE WALLS. THEN, 
ANOTHER PLANK OF WOOD, THEN ANOTHER, AND ANOTHER. EVENTUALLY, THEY 
COVER ONE OF THE WINDOWS AND MOVE ONTO THE NEXT.

THEY POSITION THE WOOD OVER THE WINDOW AND BEGIN TO HAMMER. BAM! A 
LOUD KNOCK ON THE WINDOW. THEN ANOTHER AND ANOTHER, THEN SOON, TWO 
DIFFERENT KNOCKS AT THE SAME TIME.

JON:

"OH CHRIST! OH CHRIST! JESUS! THEY'RE HERE!"

ANDY:

"DAMN IT! SHUT THE HELL UP! KEEP HAMMERING! KEEP HAMMERING!"

STEVE IS STILL HAMMERING MADLY, SEVERLY SHAKEN NOW WHILE JON'S EYES 
WIDEN AS HIS HANDS TREMBLE.

CRASH! THE GLASS SHATTERS AS ONE OF THE VICTIMS PUSHES HIS ARMS THROUGH 
THE FRAME. THE SHEET COVERING THE WINDOW IS DRAGGED FROM ITS RAIL AND 
SWIPED DOWN TO THE FLOOR BY ONE OF THE ARMS WHICH NOW WAVER IN 
THROUGH THE WINDOW. THEY GROAN AND GRUNT AS THEY CLAW AT THE AIR, 
THEIR EYES GLAZED AND THEIR SKIN AS WHITE AS SNOW. THEY DRIBBLE BLOODY 
SALIVA DOWN THEIR FACES AND SHIRTS AND CONTINUE TO CLAW AT THE AIR. 

THE WOODEN PLANK CRASHES TO THE FLOOR AND JON STAGGERS BACK SLIGHTLY. 
THEN ONE OF THE PEOPLE BEGINS TO CLIMB IN THROUGH THE WINDOW FRAME BUT 
DAVID PULLS OUT A PISTOL AND BLASTS THE VICTIM IN THE FACE. A SHOWER OF 
BLOOD SPATTERS THE SURROUNDING AREA AND FACES AND THEN THE BODY FLOPS 
TO THE GROUND, BUT GIVES WAY TO THREE MORE OF THE PEOPLE. BLAM! BLAM! 
BLAM! DAVID FIRES OFF MORE SHOTS AS THEY CONTINUE TO CLAW AFTER THEM 
WHILE STEVE AND JON ATTEMPT TO REBOARD THE WINDOW. BLAM! BLAM! 
ANOTHER GOES DOWN. CLICK! CLICK! DAVID'S GUN IS EMPTY AND HE QUICKLY 
REACHES FOR MORE BULLETS FROM HIS POCKET.

ANDY:

"MARTHA! MARTHA! GET A GUN OVER HERE NOW!"

SHE STARTLES INTO ACTION AND GRABS A RIFLE FROM THE COUNTER TOP AND 
RUSHES IT OVER TO ANDY WHO QUICKLY SCOOPS IT UP INTO HIS HANDS AND COCKS 
IT. BAM! BAM! HE FIRES OFF TWO SHOTS, KILLING ANOTHER VICTIM. BLAM! 
ANOTHER, BUT MORE OF THEM KEEP COMING.

DAVID:

"QUICK! GET IT BOARDED UP!"

HE GRABS TWO BOARDS FROM THE NEAREST PILE AND DARTS BACK TO THE WINDOW 
AND BEGINS HAMMERING MADLY. AS MORE OF THEM APPROACH, ANDY FIRES THE 
REST OF THE MAGAZINE. CLICK! HE LOOKS AT THE GUN AND THROWS IT TO THE 
FLOOR AND PULLS A PISTOL OUT FROM THE BACK OF HIS TROUSERS AND AIMS 
CAREFULLY. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! HE EMPTIES THE GUN INTO 
THE CROWD, KILLING ONE AND WOUNDING THREE OTHERS.

DAVID, STEVE AND JON ARE STILL HAMMERING, PLACING NEW BOARDS UP ALL THE 
TIME, SLOWLY COVERING THE WINDOW, MAKING IT STRONGER AND STRONGER SO IT 
CAN HOPEFULLY RESIST THE HOARD FROM OUTSIDE. 

EVENTUALLY, THEY FINISH THE JOB AND SUCCESSFULLY MANAGE TO COVER THE 
WINDOW AS WELL AS POSSIBLE. DAVID AND JON DROP THEIR HAMMERS TO THE 
FLOOR WHILE STEVE PLACES IT INTO HIS BELT.

DAVID REMOVES THE FEW NAILS HE IS HOLDING IN HIS MOUTH AND RETURNS THEM 
TO HIS POCKET. SLOWLY, THEY STEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW AS ANDY PICKS UP 
THE RIFLE AGAIN.

THEY WALK BACKWARDS TO THE COUNTER, AND WHEN THEY ARE SURE IT'S SAFE, 
THEY TURN ROUND TO FACE THE OTHERS.

ANDY SIGHS WITH RELEIF WHILE DAVID PULLS A CIGAR FROM HIS TOP POCKET AND 
PLACES IT IN HIS MOUTH. HE THEN PULLS OUT A LIGHTER WHILE SANDRA STEPS 
OVER TO MARTHA. JENNY IS QUIETLY RESTING IN THE CORNER, COVERED BY A 
BLANKET NOW FROM UPSTAIRS.

DAVID:

"IT'S BOARDED UP GOOD NOW. I DONT THINK THOSE THINGS CAN GET IN HERE TOO 
EASILY."

SANDRA SIGHS AS SHE LOOKS DOWN AT THE COUNTER AT THE ARRAY OF GUNS. SHE 
PICKS UP A MAGNUM AND EXAMINES IT CLOSELY.

ANDY:

"ER, DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE THAT?"

DAVID:

"YEAH, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?"

SANDRA MEARLY LOADS THE GUN SLOWLY, AND COCKS THE GUN, THEN UNCOCKS IT 
AND RAMS IT IN HER NEWFOUND TROUSERS FROM UPSTAIRS. SHE PAUSES HER HAND 
OVER IT AND GRABS IT, SWINGING IT OUT AND SPINNING IT BACK AND FORTH ON 
HER FINGER AS THE MEN LOOK ON IN AMAZEMENT. SHE FINISHES THE SHOW AND 
PLACES IT BACK IN HER TROUSER WAIST.

SANDRA:

"SIX WEEK GUN TRAINING HOLIDAY. I THINK I MIGHT JUST BE ABLE TO FIGURE OUT 
HOW TO USE THIS THING."

ANDY LOOKS AT DAVID WHILE JON AND STEVE GLANCE AT EACH OTHER IN SLIGHT 
SHOCK, THEN LOOK BACK AT HER.

EXT: FALL VIEW TOWN CENTRE: EVENING:

THE CROWD OF VICTIMS HAS INCREASED BUT DISPERSED. SOME STILL BANG 
WEAKLY AT THE STORE WINDOWS AND DOOR WHILE OTHERS STAGGER AROUND 
AIMLESSLY AS THEY GROAN AND SHUFFLE ABOUT. THEY CLAW AND HAMMER AT 
THE DOORS AND WINDOWS OF SEVERAL OF THE BUILDINGS IN THE TOWN, THE BAR, 
THE BOWLING ALLEY, HOUSES, AND THE GENERAL STORE.

THERE IS NOW NO MORE ECHOES OF SCREAMS FILTERING FROM THE HOSPITAL AND 
GUNSHOTS ARE NO LONGER HEARD. THESE 'PEOPLE' GRUNT AND GROAN OVER THE 
WIND WHICH BLOWS LOUDLY BUT LIGHTLY AS THE SUN BEGINS TO SINK AND THE 
HEAVENS BEGIN TO OPEN.

A LOUD BURST OF THUNDER IS HEARD FOLLOWED BY A BLINDING FLASH OF 
LIGHTENING AND SMALL PATTERS OF RAIN DROPS FALLING FROM THE DARK SKY. 
THE TOWN RUMBLES AS THE THUNDER INTENSIFIES AND THE LIGHTENING BECOMES 
MORE FREQUENT AND AS THE RAIN INCREASES AND BEGINS TO SPLATTER ONTO THE 
VICTIMS WHICH ROAM THE AREA.

ONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD FEELS THE RAIN ON HIS HEAD AND IN CONFUSION 
LOOKS UP. THE RAIN SPATTERS INTO HIS EYES AND HE GROANS AS HE WIPES THE 
WATER FROM HIS EYES. THEN HE SLUMPS BACK AGAIN AND CONTINUES TO MOVE. 
ANOTHER FLASH AND ANOTHER VICTIM IS STARTLED AND LOOKS TO THE EVER 
DARKENING SKY WITH EVER MORE CONFUSION. CRASH! A RUMBLE OF THUNDER 
AND A FLASH OF LIGHTENING, THE VICTIM FLINCHES AND CURLS ITS ARMS BACK 
CLOSE TO HIS BODY AND ARCS SLIGHTLY AS IF BEING CENTENCED TO DEATH BY 
GOD HIMSELF. 

SUDDENLY, THE RAIN BEGINS TO POUR AND THE ROAMING PEOPLE ARE SOON 
DRENCHED WITH THE RAIN AS THEY CLUTCH AT THEIR BODIES WONDERING WHAT IS 
HAPPENING. SOME OF THEM STAGGER TO SHELTER, ONE UNDER A TREE. THEN 
CRASH! A BOLT OF LIGHTENING ROCKETS THROUGH THE SKY, STARTLING THE ONE 
UNDER THE TREE. CRASH! ANOTHER, AND THE FIGURE DECIDES TO BEGIN TO MOVE 
OUT INTO THE OPEN, BUT CRASH! A STROBE OF LIGHTENING PIERCES THE TREE, 
BREAKING A BRANCH OFF IN A FLASH, CRUSHING THE HELPLESS VICTIM. AS THE 
BRANCH SNAPS ITS SPINE, THE VICTIM WAILS IN PAIN AND GROANS IN AGONY, BUT 
HE ISN'T DEAD YET. HE CONTINUES TO STRUGGLE AND FIDGET UNDER THE BRANCH 
UNTIL HE NEARLY SEPARATES HIS BODY FROM HIS LEGS IN FRUSTRATION.

EXT: FALL VIEW: NIGHT:

THE RAIN IS STILL POURING DOWN AND THE VICTIMS ARE COMPLETELY SOAKED 
WITH RAIN. THE STREETS ARE FLOODED IN PARTS WHILE SOME POOLS OF SURGING 
WATER ESCAPE DOWN INTO THE DRAINAGE CANALS UNDER THE STREETS. THE 
LIGHTENING IS STILL FLASHING AND ILLUMINATING THE FIGURES WHICH HAMMER 
AND CLAW AT EVERYTHING WITH CURIOSITY AND ANGER. THE WOODEN BUILDINGS 
DRIBBLE WITH MUDDED RAINWATER AS THE DUST AND LEAVES AND ROTTEN BIRDS 
AND ANIMALS GUSH FROM THE ROOFS AND FLOP ONTO THE SIDEWALK. THE SOIL 
REGURGITATES THE RAIN FROM ITS CLUTCHES AND OUT ONTO THE ROAD, BUT THE 
RAIN PULLS THE SOIL WITH IT, LOOSENING THE GROUND AND LEAVING THE GRASS 
WRIGGLING IN THE FLOODED AREAS.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE FIRST FLOOR:

JON IS LOOKING OUT OF THE TOP STORY WINDOW OF THE STORE ONTO THE STREET. 
HE IS WATCHING THOSE THINGS WONDER AROUND AIMLESSLY, CLAWING AND 
GRIPPING THINGS AND BUILDINGS WHILE THE ONE IDLE CAR SITS LONELY IN THE 
MIDDLE OF THE ROAD, JUST SITTING. 

JON GRIPS THE WINDOW SIL TIGHTLY WITH HIS FEARFUL HANDS AS HIS RIFLE IS 
HANGING, SLUNG OVER HIS SHOULDER. THE MOONLIGHT SHINES IN THROUGH THE 
WINDOW AND LIGHTS UP HIS FACE AGAINST THE DARK BLACKNESS OF THE 
BACKGROUND OF THE STORE INTERIOR. HE SIGHS AND SINKS INTO HIMSELF WITH 
FRIGHT.

ANDY:

"JON?"

ANDY WALKS UP BEHIND JON, STARTLING HIM SLIGHTLY. JON TURNS AND REACHES 
FOR HIS RIFLE, BUT SEES ANDY STANDING THERE SO HE JUST DROPS HIS HANDS TO 
HIS SIDE AND STARES AT ANDY. 

JON:

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

ANDY:

"NOTHING. JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE SOME COMPANY UP HERE. WHAT YOU 
LOOKING AT ANYWAY? ARE THOSE THINGS STILL OUT THERE?"

JON TURNS BACK TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW.

JON:

(SIGH) "YES. THERE'S EVEN MORE OF THEM NOW THAN BEFORE. LOOK AT THEM OUT 
THERE. JUST, WALKING AROUND IN THE RAIN LIKE THEY DON'T KNOW WHERE 
THEY'RE GOING, BRAINLESS AND DUMB. GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?"

ANDY STEPS UP TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW AND STARES DOWN INTO THE STREETS. 
AROUND FIVE OR SO ARE WONDERING AROUND HIS CAR AT THE FRONT OF THE 
STORE, SOME STEPPING BACK UP TO HAMMER AND CLAW AT THE WINDOWS AGAIN, 
BUT THE BARRICADE SHOULD HOLD THEM.

ANDY LOOKS AROUND THE REST OF THE VISIBLE PART OF TOWN FROM THE WINDOW.

ANDY:

"GOD. IT'S EVERYWHERE. NOBODY'S SAFE."

JON:

"DO YOU THINK EVERYONE'S LIKE THIS?"

ANDY:

"I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE. I HOPE NOT THOUGH OTHERWISE WERE AS GOOD AS DEAD 
NOW. WE MIGHT AS WELL WALK OUT THERE AND LET THEM TAKE US DOWN."

JON:

"THE RADIO!"

ANDY:

"WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THE RADIO?"

JON:

"YEAH! MAYBE THEY'RE STILL ON THE AIR. MAYBE THEY BARRICADED THE RADIO 
STATION!"

ANDY:

"HAVE YOU SEEN A RADIO AROUND HERE?"

JON:

"I DON'T KNOW. MIGHT BE. WHAT SORT OF PERSON WOULDN'T HAVE A RADIO, 
ESPECIALLY IN THIS TOWN. IF YOU'VE GOT TV YOU'RE LUCKY. MOST FOLKS HAVE 
RADIOS. CHRIST MAN! WE GOTTA FIND THAT RADIO!"

JON DARTS OFF INTO THE DARKNESS IN SEARCH OF THE RADIO. ANDY LOOKS BACK 
AND THEN TURNS TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW AGAIN. THEY'RE STILL WONDERING 
THE STREETS WITH ULTIMATE PERSISTENCE TO FIND SOMETHING. PROBABLY 
SURVIVORS.

ANDY:

"GOD I HOPE THEY DON'T LEAVE THE TOWN."

HE THEN WALKS AWAY FROM THE WINDOW AND FOLLOWS AFTER JON.

ANDY:

"JON? JON? WHERE ARE YOU?"

JON:

"I'M IN HERE! THE STOREROOM!"

INT: THE STOREROOM:

ANDY DASHES INTO THE SMALL BOX ROOM AND SEES JON KNEELING OVER A CRATE.

JON:

"I FOUND A RADIO! MAN! THIS GUY WOULD SELL ANYTHING ON THE BLACK MARKET! 
SON OF A BITCH!"

JON GRABS ONE OF THE RADIOS AND LIFTS IT OUT OF THE CRATE AND STARTS FOR 
THE DOOR. ANDY FOLLOWS.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

JON:

"HEY, GUYS. I FOUND A RADIO! WHERE'S THE SOCKET?"

DAVID SPOTS ONE IN THE CORNER NEAR JENNY.

DAVID:

"OVER THERE MAN!"

HE POINTS TO A SOCKET NOT FAR FROM JENNY. JON RUSHES OVER AND PLUGS IT IN. 
HE TWIDDLES WITH A DIAL ON THE SIDE OF THE SMALL RADIO WHILE THE REST 
GATHER ROUND BEHIND HIM, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR AN ANSWER.

SLOWLY, A WEAK SIGNAL COMES INTO AUDIBLE RANGE. JON CONTINUES TO FIDDLE 
WITH THE DIAL. EVENTUALLY, HE FINDS THE LOCAL RADIO STATION.

DAVID:

"TURN IT UP MAN!"

JON PUTS THE VOLUME UP A BIT AND WITHDRAWS FROM THE RADIO.

NOTHING, JUST SILENCE IS THERE.

STEVE:

"DAMN IT! EVERYBODY'S DEAD. I KNEW IT! THEY'RE ALL DEAD! ALL OF THEM!"

DAVID:

"SHUT THE HELL UP FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! GIVE IT A CHANCE!"

SLOWLY, A SLIGHTLY WEAKENED, FUZZY SIGNAL COMES THROUGH. THEY COME 
INTO THE BROADCAST PART WAY THROUGH.

NEWSCASTER:

"TO FIND A SECURE AND WELL PROTECTED AREA IN WHICH THEY CAN HIDE. 
RESIDENTS ARE ADVISED TO BOARD UP WINDOWS AND DOOR ON THE GROUND 
FLOOR OF THEIR HOUSES OR STORES AND HIDE IN A SAFE PLACE UNTIL OUTSIDE 
HELP CAN BE REACHED."

".THIS JUST IN, RESIDENTS ARE ADVISED TO HIDE IN A WELL PROTECTED AND 
BARRICADED PLACE UNTIL OUTSIDE HELP CAN BE REACHED. ALSO, IF YOU HAVE 
ACCESS TO A GUN OR GUNS, ONLY USE THEM IF NECESSARY. ADVISE FROM THE 
LOCAL POLICE DEPARTEMENT STATES THAT ONLY A SHOT TO THE HEAD WILL KILL 
THESE VICTIMS OF THE VIRUS. REPEAT, A GUNSHOT TO THE HEAD OR HEAVY BLOW 
WILL KILL THE VICTIMS OF THE VIRUS."

DAVID:

"JESUS. ITS SPREADING."

ANDY:

"THEY CAN'T STOP IT CAN THEY? THEY WON'T CATCH IT IN TIME WILL THEY?"

DAVID:

"TO BE HONEST BROTHER, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE."

NEWSCASTER:

"IF YOU HAVE JUST TUNED IN, THIS IS THE SITUATION AS IT STANDS NOW. RESIDENTS 
ARE ADVISED TO HIDE IN A WELL BARRICADED PLACE UNTIL OUTSIDE HELP CAN BE 
REACHED."

"TO HELP COME UP WITH AN EXPLANATION, GROUPS AROUND THE STATION ARE 
USING PAST NEWS AND EYE WITNESS ACOUNTS TO TRY AND SOLVE THIS BIZARRE 
OCCURANCE. WHAT WE HAVE FOUND SO FAR IS THAT THE VIRUS IS SIMILAR TO THAT 
OF RABIES. HOWEVER, THIS VIRUS MOVES MUCH MORE FASTER THROUGH A 
PERSON'S BLOODSTREAM THAN THAT OF A RABIES VICTIM. REPORTS FROM THE 
HOSPITAL OF VICTIMS OF THE VIRUS SEEMINGLY DYING, AND THEN RISING AGAIN 
HAVE BEEN DISMISSED AS ABSURD AND IMPOSSIBLE. A MORE REALISTIC 
EXPLANATION IS THAT THE VIRUS SENDS A VICTIM INTO A COMA IN THE FINAL 
STAGES OF ITS OCCUPATION OF THE HOST AND LOWERS LIFE FUNCTIONS TO AN 
INCREDIBLE LOW THAT THE VICTIM SEEMS DEAD. THEN, AND ONLY THEN ONCE THE 
VIRUS HAS COMPLETELY TAKEN OVER THE HOST WILL THE VICTIM AWAKEN FROM 
THE COMA AND ATTACK."

"TO REPEAT..WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HOW DID THEY GE."

THE BROADCAST IS CUT OFF WITH THE BEGINNINGS OF A SCREAM AND SCRAMBLES.

DAVID SINKS HIS HEAD INTO HIS HANDS IN DISBELIEF.

DAVID:

"IT'S OVER. IT'S ALL OVER."

EXT: FALL VIEW TOWN CENTRE:

THE HOARDS OF VICTIMS ARE STILL WONDERING THE STREETS AIMLESSLY AS THE 
MOONLIGHT GLOWS IN THE NIGHT SKY. SUDDENLY, BANGING CAN BE HEARD. IT 
COMES FROM THE BOARDED UP HOUSES AND BUILDINGS WHERE THE 'MINOR CASES' 
WERE SENT.

THE BOARDS COVERING THE WINDOWS AND DOORS OF THE BUILDINGS SHAKE AND 
CREAK AS A FORCE PUSHES AND HAMMERS AT THEM FROM BEHIND. THEN, THE 
BOARDS BEGIN TO CRACK AND BREAK. CRASH! THE BOARDS COVERING THE 
WINDOWS OF MANY OF THE TOWN WINDOWS SCATTER ONTO THE SIDEWALKS AS 
MORE VICTIMS DIVE OUT OF THE WINDOWS AND FALL THROUGH DOORS, FLOODING 
ONTO THE STREETS. THEY'RE OUT.

IN SMALL CLUMPS, MORE VICTIMS DRIBBLE OUT OF THE HOUSES AND BUILDINGS 
AROUND THE TOWN. ONE BY ONE THE HOUSES BEGIN TO BREAK OPEN FROM THE 
INSIDE, POURING THE VIRUS RIDDEN 'PEOPLE' INTO THE OPEN. THEY GUSH OUT ONTO 
THE STREETS AS THEY GROAN AND STAGGER ABOUT IN A DISORGANISED MESS. 
THEIR FACES ARE ALL WHITE AND GREY, THEIR EYES SUNKEN AND THEIR MOUTHS 
DRIBBLING WITH BLOOD AND GORE. SOON, THE TOWN IS FILLED WITH THEM, THEY 
HAVE TAKEN OVER AND ARE LOOKING FOR SURVIVORS. 

EXT: THE GENERAL STORE:

AS THE EVER INCREASING CROWD OF VICTIMS GATHERS IN THE TOWN, SEVERAL 
NOW HAMMER VICIOUSLY AT THE BOARDED UP WINDOWS AND DOOR OF THE 
GENERAL STORE. DUMBLY THEY FLAIL THEIR LIMBS SLOWLY, CLASHING THEM 
AGAINST THE WOODEN DOOR AND GLASS WINDOWS. SMASH! THE ONE INTACT 
WINDOW BREAKS SENDING SHATTERED GLASS SPEWING OVER TWO OF THE VICTIM 
ATTEMPTING TO CLAW THEIR WAY IN WHILE OTHERS SCRATCH AT THE WOOD 
BLOCKING OFF THE BROKEN WINDOW ON THE OTHER END OF THE STORE.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

ANDY:

"CHRIST! THEY'RE COMING!"

DAVID:

"STEVE. YOU SAID THERE WAS A BUILDING NEXT TO THIS ONE. WHAT IS IT?"

STEVE:

"YEAH, IT WAS ONE OF THOSE SURVIVAL STORES, YOU KNOW ITS GOT ALL THE STUFF 
FOR CLIMBING AND SHOOTING AND ALL THAT."

DAVID:

"RIGHT, THAT SETTLES IT. ANDY, YOU COME WITH ME. WE'RE GOING TO CLIMB ONTO 
THE ROOF AND GET DOWN INTO THAT STORE AND SEE WHAT WE CAN FIND, SEE IF WE 
CAN GET A CAR OR TRUCK OR SOMETHING AS WELL."

ANDY:

"RIGHT. JENNY, YOU STAY HERE. SANDRA, YOU LOOK AFTER HER, WE'LL BE BACK 
SOON."

DAVID:

"STEVE, JON, MARTHA, YOU GET THOSE WINDOWS AND THAT DOOR RE-ENFORCED 
AGAIN WHILE WE'RE GONE. MARTHA, YOU GOT THOSE GUNS LOADED?"

MARTHA:

"YES, THEY'RE ALL DONE."

DAVID:

"GOOD. ANDY AND I WILL TAKE A COUPLE JUST IN CASE AND A FEW MAGAZINES. I 
SUGGEST YOU ALL GET AT LEAST TWO GUNS EACH AND AS MUCH AMMO AS YOU 
CAN CARRY, WHEN WE LEAVE THAT'S IT, NO CHANCE OF GETTING BACK HERE FOR 
ANYMORE AMMO."

STEVE AND JON GRAB HAMMER AND NAILS AND DRAG MORE WOODEN PLANKS UP 
TO THE WINDOWS AND BEGIN RE-ENFORCING THEM. THEY FIRST START ON THE 
BROKEN WINDOW BY PLACING A PLANK DIAGONALLY BETWEEN THE FLOOR AND 
THE WINDOW AND BEGIN TO HAMMER CRAZILY.

DAVID WALKS OVER TO THE COUNTER AND GRABS A RIFLE AND A PISTOL AND A 
COUPLE OF HANDFULS OF MAGAZINES AND HEADS OFF TO THE BACK DOOR. ANDY 
FOLLOWS AND DOES THE SAME.

DAVID:

"YOU READY BOY?"

ANDY NODS HIS HEAD AND TAKES A DEEP BREATH TO READY HIMSELF. DAVID 
UNLOCKS THE DOOR AND PULLS ON THE HANDLE, HOISTING THE DOOR OPEN. 

DAVID IS FIRST OUT AND RUNS ROUND THE CORNER TO THE RIGHT AND RUSHES UP 
TO THE PILE OF BOXES. HE GLANCES UP AT THE ROOF OF THE STORE NEXT DOOR AS 
ANDY RUSHES OUT AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. ANDY RUNS INTO DAVID 
WHO IS STOOD FAST. ANDY LOOKS AT DAVID'S HORROFIED FACE. ANDY THEN LOOKS 
UP AT THE ROOF OF THE SURVIVAL STORE AND SEES WHAT DAVID IS SEEING.

THE VICTIM FROM BEFORE WHEN STEVE WAS LOOKING OUT ON THE TOWN IS 
BEGINNING TO STAND BACK UP AGAIN. THE FIGURE'S BODY IS TWISTED AND 
STRAINED WHILE HIS FINGERS ARE JUST AS GREY AS HIS FACE AS WELL AS BEING 
CROOKED AND CLENCHED. HIS EYES ARE BLACKENED AND SUNKEN, HIS FACE A 
VISION OF DOOM. 

THE FORM BEGINS TO STUMBLE TOWARDS THE STAIRCASE OF CRATES AND BEGINS 
TO ATTEMPT TO DESEND. FOR A MOMENT THE FIGURE PAUSES AS IT LOOKS DOWN ON 
DAVID AND ANDY. THEN IT STARTS AGAIN AND MOVES ITS LEFT FOOT DOWN TO 
REACH THE CRATE BUT HE MISGUDGES AND COLLAPSES TO THE GROUND, BOUNCING 
OFF THE CRATES AS HE FALLS. 

THE FORM LANDS ON THE GROUND WITH A MUFFLED THUD AND GROANS. HE 
STRUGGLES TO GET BACK UP AND SCRABBLES AROUND ON THE GROUND FOR A 
MOMENT.

ANDY LIFTS HIS RIFLE AND COCKS IT HARD, THEN AIMS IT QUCIKLY.

DAVID:

"NO! THERE'S TOO MANY OF THOSE THINGS OUT THERE. IF THEY HEAR THE SHOT 
THEY'LL BASH IN HERE LIKE CRAZY MEN!"
HE WHISPERS HARSHLY AS HE KNOCKS THE RIFLE END DOWN TO THE FLOOR. 

ANDY STUMBLES BACK A BIT WITH THE FORCE OF DAVID KNOCK AND LOOKS AT 
HIM.

DAVID LOOKS AT ANDY, THEN DARTS OVER TO THE FALLEN FIGURE ON THE 
GROUND. DAVID LIFTS HIS LEG AND CRAMS HIS BOOT INTO THE HEAD OF THE 
FALLEN FIGURE. THE FORM LETS OUT ONE LAST, WEAK GROAN AND THEN GOES LIMP 
IN THE MUD.

DAVID BREATHES IN DEEPLY A COUPLE OF TIMES AND THEN MOTIONS TO ANDY TO 
GET UP TO THE ROOF.

AS ANDY CLIMBS THE CONSTRUCTION OF SMALL RICKETY BOXES, THE PILE 
WOBBLES AROUND UNDER HIS FEET.

DAVID:

"CAREFUL FOR GOD'S SAKE! WE DON'T WANT IT FALLING DOWN ON US MAN!"

ANDY REACHES THE TOP AND GASPS AS HE PULLS HIMSELF UP ONTO THE ROOF. HE 
REACHES OUT HIS HAND AS HE TURNS ROUND TO FACE DAVID WHO IS JUST BEHIND 
HIM. DAVID GRABS HOLD AND HOISTS HIMSELF UP.

ANDY:

"YOU ALRIGHT?"

DAVID:

"YEAH. COME ON, LETS GET IN THAT BUILDING!"

DAVID CRAWLS OVER TO THE VISIBLE AIR CONDITIONING SHAFT AND PEERS DOWN. 
THE SMALL LONG SHAFT IS DARK BUT DAVID CAN CLEARLY SEE THAT IT TURNS LEFT 
AT THE END. HE WAVES HIS HAND TO SIGNAL ANDY OVER.

DAVID:

"DOWN HERE. I FIGURE IT TAKES US INTO THE STORE, PROBABLY JUST ABOVE THE 
COUNTER, SO IT SHOULD BE EASY ENOUGH TO GET BACK UP IN A HURRY IF NEED BE. 
I'LL GO FIRST, THEN YOU. REMEMBER, STICK CLOSE BEHIND ME AND NOTHING 
SHOULD HAPPEN TO YOU. KEEP THAT GUN READY THOUGH, 'COS IF SOMETHING 
HAPPENS, YOU DON'T WANNA BE CAUGHT OFF-GUARD."

DAVID THEN LUNGES INTO THE VENTING SYSTEM AND SLIDES DOWN TO THE TURN.

DAVID:

"COME ON!"
HE WHISPERS FROM DOWN THE SHAFT.

ANDY SIGHS AND DIVES DOWN AFTER HIM CAUTIOUSLY.

INT: THE VENTILATION SHAFT:

AS ANDY FOLLOWS ON, DAVID CRAWLS DOWN THE REST OF THE SHAFT AND 
REACHES A GIRDER AT THE END. IT IS JUST HANGING ON BY A SCREW AND HAS 
OBVIOUSLY BEEN REMOVED IN A HURRY AS CLEAR DENTS CAN BE SEEN IN THE 
SURROUNDING METAL. HE LOOKS DOWN INTO THE STORE WHILE ANDY CATCHES UP.

DAVID IS LOOKING DOWN INTO ONE BIG ROOM. IT IS A FAIRLY BIG STORE AND ALL 
THE WINDOWS ARE BARRED. THE DOOR ALSO IS HEAVILY GUARDED BEHIND A 
SMALL STEEL CAGE WHICH IS LUCKILY LOCKED. THE WINDOWS ARE BLACKED OUT 
BUT IT IS STILL POSSIBLE TO JUST SEE BLURRED FORMS WRIGGLING PAST THEM. 

DAVID NOW POKES HIS HEAD OUT SO THAT IT IS INSIDE THE MAIN ROOM OF THE 
SURVIVAL STORE.

DAVID:

"JESUS GOD ALMIGHTY. CHECK OUT ALL THIS STUFF HERE. TALK ABOUT SHOPPING 
PARADISE. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK BROTHER?"

ANDY:

"GO FOR IT MAN."

INT: THE SURVIVAL STORE:

DAVID NOW PULLS HIS HEAD BACK INTO THE VENTILATION SHAFT AND SWINGS HIS 
LEGS ROUND UNDERNEATH HIMSELF AWKWARDLY SO THAT THEY ARE POINTING 
OUT OF THE SHAFT OPENING. DAVID GRIPS HIS HANDS ONTO THE TOP OF THE 
OPENING AND SWINGS HIMSELF OUT OF THE SMALL OPENING. HE DROPS AND LANDS 
ON A CHAIR, WHICH HAS BEEN POSITIONED BESIDE A SMALL DESK NEAR THE 
VENTILATION SHAFT. DAVID READIES HIS GUN AND POINTS IT AROUND THE ROOM IN 
A PANIC. FORTUNATEL, THERE IS NO APPARENT DANGER LURKING IN THE STORE. HE 
DROPS HIS WEAPON TO HIS SIDE AND JUMPS OFF THE CHAIR. HE TURNS AND LOOKS 
UP AT ANDY WHO IS POKING HIS HEAD OUT OF THE SHAFT OPENING. DAVID SIGNALS 
FOR HIM TO COME DOWN AND ANDY USES THE SAME MANOUVER, WHICH DAVID 
USED. ANDY LANDS AWKWARDLY ON THE CHAIR AND COLLAPSES ON THE FLOOR 
BESIDE DAVID'S FEET.

DAVID:

"NO TIME FOR PRAISING ME NOW BROTHER. WE'RE GOT OURSELVES A JOB TO DO."
HE SAYS AS HE SMIRKS AT AN EMBARRASSED ANDY.

ANDY SCRAMBLE TO HIS FEET AND READIES HIS RIFLE TOO. 

DAVID:

"JUST TAKE IT NICE AND SLOW. YOU WAIT HERE WHILE I GO AND CHECK OUT THAT 
STORE ROOM DOWN THERE."

ANDY NODS AND GLANCES AROUND THE ROOM. A BIN IN THE CORNER IS 
OVERFLOWING WITH PAPERS AND GENERAL JUNK WHILE A NOTICE BOARD ON THE 
WALL IS BARREN OF PAPER EXCEPT FOR ONE PIECE. IT READS: 'SORRY HONEY, I HAD 
TO DO IT.' ANDY LOOKS SLIGHTLY SHOCKED, NOT KNOWING WHAT THE NOTE 
MEANS. HE SIGHS AND TURNS HIS HEAD TO LOOK AT THE REST OF THE ROOM. 
TATTERED WALLPAPER AND CHIPPED PAINT LINES THE ROOM WHILE ANDY IS 
HORRORFIED TO CATCH THE SIGHT OF A PAIR OF LEGS COMING OUT OF THE 
CUPBOARD BEHIND A FILING CABINET BESIDE HIM. HE GASPS AS HE MOVES HIMSELF 
ROUND. THE MAN WHO WROTE THE NOTE IS LYING ON THE GROUND. THE BACK OF 
THE GRIMEY CUPBOARD IS SPLATTERED WITH BLOOD AND GORE WHILE HIS FACE IS 
AS PALE AS A SHEET. ANDY LOOKS DOWN TO THE MAN'S ARM, A HUGE CHUNK OF 
FLESH AND BONE HAS BEEN RIPPED OUT OF HIS ARM AND BLOOD IS SMEARED 
ACROSS THE FLOOR AND THE MAN'S BODY. 

ANDY TURNS AWAY QUICKLY AND PLANTS HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH TO HOLD 
BACK THE GAGGING.

ANDY:

"DAVID! DAVID! COME LOOK AT THIS!"

HE RECEIVES NO ANSWER.

ANDY:

"DAVID! DAVID! HEY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING 
BACK THERE? DAVID!"

ANDY LOOKS OVER TO THE ENTRANCE TO THE BACK ROOM OF THE STORE. SLOWLY, 
DAVID'S SHIVERING FIGURE STEPS OUT BACKWARDS. HIS HANDS ARE TREMBLING 
WHILE HE GRIPS HIS GUN. HE IS VIOLENTLY TUGGING ON THE TRIGGER. THE GUN IS 
JAMMED. HE DROPS IT IN FRIGHT AND STAGGERS BACK FURTHER FROM THE ROOM.



ANDY:

"DAVID? WHAT'S THE MATTER? DAVID?"

ANDY THEN GLANCES DOWN TO THE FLOOR NEAR TO WHERE DAVID'S RIFLE IS. HE 
SEES A SHADOW SLOWLY CRAWLING ALONG THE LINOLIUM FLOOR. HE GASPS AND 
LOOKS UP TO SEE ONE OF THE VICTIMS SLOWLY STAGGERING OUT OF THE BACK 
ROOM DOOR.

WHAT COMES OUT OF THE DOOR IS A BADLY MANGLED MAN. THE LEFT SIDE OF HIS 
FACE IS SHREDDED. BLOOD AND GORE HAS POURED OVER HIS SHOULDER AND 
SPEWED DOWN HIS BODY. HIS CLOTHES ARE AS BADLY TORN AS HIS FACE. BENEATH 
HIS BLOOD SOAKED FACE HE IS AS PALE AS ALL THE OTHER VIRUS VICTIMS. HIS 
ARMS ARE WRINKLES WITH VIENS AND HANGING FLESH WHILE HIS WALK IS 
STUMBLED AND CLUMSY. THEN, THE FIGURE BEGINS TO REACH OUT HIS ARMS AND 
ADVANCE FASTER ON DAVID.

ANDY GRABS THE PISTOL FROM THE BACK OF HIS TROUSERS AND POINTS IT AT THE 
ADVANCING MAN. CAREFULLY, ANDY KEEPS THE GUN POINTED AT THE MAN. BLAM! 
HE FIRES OFF A SHOT, WHICH TEARS THROUGH THE VICTIM'S JAW, SEVERING IT FROM 
HIS FACE. THE SEVERED JAWBONE FLOPS DOWN THE VICTIMS CHEST AND SLOPS 
ONTO THE FLOOR AS THE MAN TURNS SLOWLY TO FACE ANDY. 

THE MAN'S RIGHT EYE IS MISSING AND A HUGE TORN HOLE REPLACES IT. MORE 
BLOOD IS SPLATTERED DOWN THE REST OF THE MAN'S FACE. ANDY BLINKS HIS EYES 
WITH HORROR AS THE ADVANCING VICTIM'S SHORTENED TONGUE WRIGGLES 
AROUND ON HIS NECK. THE CREATURE GIRGLES AS IT TRIES TO GROAN AND CRY 
OUT.

ANDY LOWERS HIS GUN IN HORROR AND STEPS BACK WITH FRIGHT AS THE MAN 
INCREASES HIS PACE. HE GETS CLOSER AND CLOSER AND THEN BLAM! A BULLET 
BLASTS THE MAN'S BRAINS ACROSS THE WALL BESIDE HIM. THE VICTIM'S EYE ROLLS 
UP INTO HIS HEAD AND THEN HE COLLAPSES ON THE FLOOR IN A USELESS BLOODY 
HEAP.

ANDY GASPS FOR AIR AS HE SLOWLY LOOKS OVER TO DAVID WHO IS STOOD WITH 
HIS GUN STILL POISED AT THE WALL. HE SHAKES SLIGHTLY, BUT THEN HE LOWERS 
HIS PISTOL AND REPLACES THE HAMMER TO IT'S ORIGINAL POSITION AND POPS IT 
BACK INTO THE BACK OF HIS TROUSERS.

DAVID:

"YOU OKAY MAN?"

ANDY IS STILL SHOCKED BUT ANSWERS ALL THE SAME.

ANDY:

"YEAH. YOU?"

DAVID:

"I'M FINE MAN. NEVER BETTER."

BOTH MEN LOOK SLIGHTLY PALE THEMSELVES AS THEY EASE THEMSELVES BACK 
INTO THE SITUATION.

ANDY:

"COME ON. THOSE GUYS WILL BE WAITING FOR US."

ANDY WALKS UP TO DAVID AND REASSURES HIM SLIGHTLY AS THEY GLANCE 
AROUND THE STORE HAVING JUST GOTTEN THE FIRST CHANCE TO HAVE A GOOD 
LOOK ROUND WITHOUT THREAT.

THE STORE IS FAIRLY BIG, BIGGER THAN THE GENERAL STORE NEXT TO IT. THERE 
ARE SHELVES ON ALL OF THE WALLS AND ARE FULLY STOCKED WITH CAMPING, 
HIKING AND CLIMBING EQUIPMENT. SITTING ON THE FLOOR ARE SEVERAL SMALL 
SHELVING UNITS, WHICH ARE ABOUT WAIST HEIGHT, THEY ARE ALSO FULLY 
STOCKED WITH MORE EQUIPMENT. THE HIGH CEILING IS ILLUMINATED STRONGLY 
WITH STRIP LIGHTS AND DIRTY GREY COBWEBS HANG LOOSLY FROM IT. THE CEILING 
TILES ARE MOSTLY BROKEN, CHIPPED AND WATERMARKED AND BULGE SLIGHTLY 
DUE TO THE DAMP.

DAVID AND ANDY BEGIN TO WALK SLOWLY TOWARDS THE BACK ROOM ENTRANCE 
AS THEY GRIP THEIR GUNS TIGHTLY. DAVID IS THE FIRST TO REACH IT WITH ANDY 
JUST BEHIND HIM. DAVID PAUSES JUST AT THE SIDE OF THE DOORWAY AND TAKES A 
BREATH. THEN, HE BURSTS ROUND THE CORNER AND POINTS HIS GUN INTO THE 
ROOM, IT'S SAFE. HE SIGNALS FOR ANDY TO FOLLOW. THEY ARE CONFRONTED WITH 
A SMALL BOX ROOM STACKED HIGH WITH BOXES AND CRATES AND JUNK AND ONE 
DOOR JUST INFRONT OF DAVID. A SIGN SAYING 'PRIVATE' IS NAILED TO THE WOODEN 
DOOR AND THE LETTERS ARE PRINTED IN BOLD, WHITE TYPE. DAVID LOOKS ON AND 
STEPS A LITTLE CLOSER SO THAT HE IS NEXT TO THE DOOR. HE GLANCES AT ANDY 
WHO IS NERVOUSLY STANDING BEHIND HIM. 

DAVID TURNS BACK AND PLANTS HIS EAR ON THE DOOR, LISTENING FOR ANY SIGNS 
OF LIFE. IT'S ALL QUIET. DAVID GRIPS HIS RIFLE IN HIS RIGHT HAND AND WITH HIS 
LEFT HE REACHES FOR THE HANDLE. TURNING BACK TO LOOK AT ANDY HE GIVES A 
REASSURING NOD AND THEN PULLS ON THE HANDLE LETTING THE DOOR FLY OPEN. 
NOTHING, THEY'RE CONFRONTED WITH ANOTHER SMALL ROOM, IT'S DARK AND HAS 
A SMELL OF OIL.

DAVID:

"THIS MUST BE THE GARAGE."

HE STEPS IN SLOWLY AND READIES HIS GUN. FORTUNATELY FOR HIM, THERE IS NO 
DANGER. AGAIN, HE SIGNALS FOR ANDY TO FOLLOW ON. AS ANDY ENTERS THE 
ROOM DAVID LOWERS HIS GUN AND SO DOES ANDY. INSIDE THE CRAMPED SPACE 
SITS A SMALL VAN. A DODGE, AND HAS PLENTY OF ROOM FOR EVERYONE. DAVID 
RUSHES OVER TO THE DRIVER'S WINDOW AND PEERS IN THROUGH THE GLASS. THERE 
IS NO KEY IN THE IGNITION.

DAVID:

"DAMN!"

HE GRINDS HIS TEETH AS HE THINKS A WHILE BUT THEN HE JUST LIFTS HIS ELBOW 
AND SMASHES IT THROUGH THE GLASS, WHICH SHATTERS ACROSS THE INTERIOR OF 
THE VAN. HE REACHES IN AND JERKS THE HANDLE FROM INSIDE, OPENING THE DOOR.

DAVID:

"OKAY. I THINK I CAN WIRE THIS THING. YOU GO BACK FOR THE OTHERS AND BRING 
THEM BACK HERE. BY THE LOOKS OF THINGS THAT DOOR OPENS AUTOMATICALLY, 
SO THERE IS NO NEED FOR ANY DANGER. BE QUICK THOUGH, WE CAN'T WAIT 
AROUND HERE FOR EVER YOU KNOW."

ANDY NODS AND RUNS BACK OFF INTO THE MAIN PART OF THE STORE AND LEAPS UP 
ONTO THE DESK AND THROWS HIS GUN INTO THE VENTILATION SHAFT. HE THEN 
JUMPS UP AND GRABS THE EDGE OF THE SHAFT OPENING AND HOISTS HIMSELF BACK 
INSIDE.

INT: THE GENERAL STORE:

STEVE AND JON ARE STILL RE-ENFORCING WHILE MARTHA CONTINUES TO LOAD THE 
GUNS FRANTICALLY. THE HOARD OUTSIDE THE STORE HAS GROWN AND IS 
INCREASING IN ITS STRENGTH.

SANDRA:

"I WISH THOSE GUYS WOULD HURRY UP!"

MARTHA:

"DON'T WORRY. THEY'LL BE BACK SOON WITH A PLAN. JUST STAY CALM."

SANDRA:

"STAY CALM! IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO? WITH THOSE THINGS OUT THERE, 
TRYING TO FORCE THEIR WAY INTO THIS PLACE?"

JON:

"DAMN IT! SHUT THE HELL UP!"

MARTHA CONTINUES TO LOAD THE GUNS WHILE JON AND STEVE HAMMER MADLY 
INTO THE WOODEN SUPPORTS.

CRASH! ANDY COMES THROUGH THE DOOR AND GLANCES AROUND THE ROOM AT 
EVERYBODY.

ANDY:

"COME ON! WE'VE FOUND A WAY OUT. THERE'S A CAR IN THE NEXT STORE AND IT 
CAN HOLD US ALL! COME ON!"

STEVE AND JON LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND DROP THEIR HAMMERS AND RUSH OVER 
TO THE GUN COVERED COUNTER.

SANDRA STANDS WITH JOY AND HELPS JENNY UP WHILE MARTHA FINISHES LOADING 
THE GUNS.

MARTHA:

"RIGHT, READY TO GO!"

ANDY:

"A BAG! WE NEED A BAG TO CARRY ALL THOSE GUNS! QUICK, GET ONE!"

MARTHA:

"HEY, HEY, CALM DOWN. THERE'S ONE UNDER THE COUNTER. I ALREADY THOUGHT 
OF THAT BEFORE."

SHE PULLS A LARGE CARRY ALL FROM UNDERNEATH THE COUNTER AND DROPS IT 
ONTO THE COUNTER. ANDY LOOKS AT IT AND GRABS SOME OF THE GUNS AND RAMS 
THEM INTO THE BAG.

ANDY:

"COME ON! COME ON!"
HE SHOUTS AT THE OTHERS.

THEY THEN ALL HELP TO PILE THE GUNS INTO THE BAG AND ALL CROWD TOGETHER.

BAM! BAM! MORE OF THE HOARD OUTSIDE HAMMER AT THE BOARDED UP WINDOWS.

STEVE:

"LET'S GO!"

ANDY STEPS OVER TO THE DOOR AND PULLS IT OPEN. HE SIGNALS FOR EVERYONE TO 
MOVE.

ANDY:

"ROUND THE CORNER. THERE'S A PILE OF CRATES. CLIMB UP THEM AND GO DOWN 
THE VENTILATION SHAFT. CLIMB OUT AT THE END AND GO TO THE END OF THE 
STORE, THROUGH THE BACK ROOM AND THERE'S THE GARAGE. QUICK!"

CRASH! ONE OF THE WINDOWS GIVES OUT AND THE WOODEN PLANKS BEGIN TO FALL 
TO THE FLOOR. SLOWLY, THE VICTIMS BEGIN TO PILE IN.

ANDY:

"OUT! NOW! I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU! GO!"

THE OTHERS RUN OUT OF THE DOOR AND INTO THE BACK YARD AND BEGIN TO 
CLIMB THE CRATES.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! ANDY LEAPS INTO ACTION AND BEGINS TO FIRE AT THE 
ONCOMING VICTIMS WHICH POUR INTO THE STORE. THE SHOTS RIP THROUGH THEM, 
BUT NOT STOPPING THEM. THE VICTIMS JUST STAGGER SLIGHTLY AND KEEP ON 
COMING, BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! THREE MORE SHOTS, THIS TIME AT THE HEADS OF 
SOME OF THE VICTIMS. THEY FALL, BUT GIVE WAY TO AN EVER INCREASING HOARD 
OF THEM. ANDY GASPS AND LETS HIS GUN DROP SLIGHTLY.

ANDY TURNS TO THE DOOR AND RUNS OUT AND DASHES TO THE CRATES.

EXT: THE GENERAL STORE BACK YARD:

HE FRANTICALLY CLIMBS UP THE HOTCH POTCH CONSTRUCTION AS SOME OF THE 
VICTIMS BEGIN TO FLOP OUT INTO THE OPEN. THE GROAN IS ECHOING IN THE STALE 
AIR. HE GASPS AS THE CHASING HOARD BEGIN TO CLAMBER AT THE CRATES MAKING 
THEM WOBBLE. AS ANDY SCRATCHES THE ROOF WITH HIS NAILS WITH FRIGHT, HE 
SHIFTS HIS RIGHT FOOT AND BEGINS TO KICK THE HIGHEST CRATE. IT WOBBLES 
FURTHER. HE THEN KICKS IT HARDER AND IT TOPPLES DOWN, LANDING ON ONE OF 
THE VICTIM'S HEADS CAUSING IT TO COLLAPSE UNDER THE WEIGHT AS ITS NECK IS 
TWISTED HARSHLY TO THE RIGHT. THE CREATURE FALLS, KNOCKING ANOTHER 
OVER AS IT DOES SO.

ANDY SHIFTS FORWARD AGAIN AND KICKS THE OTHER CRATES. THEY ALSO FALL 
AND SCATTER THE CROWD OUT AS THE FALLING CRATES STARTLE THEM.

INT: THE SURVIVAL STORE:

STEVE IS THE FIRST ONE TO CLIMB OUT OF THE SHAFT OPENING. HE CRAWLS OUT 
AND LANDS ON THE TABLE. HE NOTICES THE DEAD BODY. QUICKLY, HE TURNS AWAY 
AND HOLD HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH, BUT QUICKLY REGAINS HIS COMPOSURE AND 
HOLDS HIS HANDS UP TO THE SHAFT. MARTHA IS THE NEXT, SHE SWINGS HER LEGS 
OUT AND FALLS INTO STEVE'S ARMS. 

STEVE:

"YOU OKAY?"

MARTHA:

"FINE, GET THE OTHERS."

MARTHA JUMPS OFF THE TABLE AND GOES IN PURSUIT OF DAVID. AS SHE WALKS OFF, 
STEVE HELPS A SLIGHTLY GROGGY JENNY DOWN ONTO THE TABLE AND POINTS HER 
IN THE DIRECTION OF THE GARAGE. THEN SANDRA JUMPS OUT, ALMOST CRUSHING 
STEVE ON HER LANDING AS HER EAGERNESS TO ESCAPE OVERPOWERS HER. 

SHE LANDS ON HER HANDS AND KNEES BUT IS QUICK TO LEAP UP AND GO RUNNING 
OFF AFTER MARTHA AND JENNY. 

STEVE HAS BEEN KNOCKED DOWN OFF THE TABLE AND IS LYING ON HIS BACK. HE 
SHAKES HIMSELF BACK AND TOUCHES HIS BUMPED HEAD. AS HE DOES, HIS EYES 
SCRUNCH UP AND HE FEELS THE PAIN AS HE DRAWS HIS BLOODIED FINGERS AWAY. 
HE BLINKS AND SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET. HE WAVERS SLIGHTLY BUT IS SOON 
FOLLOWING THE REST INTO THE GARAGE.

INT: THE SURVIVAL STORE GARAGE:

DAVID HAS HIS HEAD UNDER THE HOOD AS MARTHA ENTERS THE ROOM. HE IS 
FIDDLING WITH THE CARBORATOR. MARTHA SEES HIS ARM REACH FOR A WRENCH. 
DAVID PULLS IT IN AND TIGHTENS A CONECTOR. HE THEN THROWS THE WRENCH TO 
THE FLOOR AND STEPS BACK FROM THE ENGINE AND STANDS UPRIGHT.

HE NOTICES MARTHA.

DAVID:

"ARE YOU ALL HERE?"

MARTHA:

"ALL BUT ANDY. HE STAYED BEHIND TO COVER US FROM THOSE THINGS. WE HEARD 
SHOTS, BUT WE DON'T KNOW IF HE'S DEAD OR WHAT."

DAVID:

"YEAH I HEARD SHOTS TOO. WE'LL GIVE HIM FIVE MINUTES. IF HE'S NOT BACK THEN, 
WE'RE LEAVING."

MARTHA LOOKS WORRIED AS SHE TURNS BACK TO FACE THE DOOR. JENNY AND 
SANDRA BURST THROUGH, STARTLING DAVID AND MARTHA. THE SIGH WITH JOY AS 
THEY SPOT THE VAN.

SANDRA:

"DOES IT RUN?"




DAVID:

"I HOPE SO. THE ENGINE WASN'T TURNING OVER, BUT I THINK I GOT IT WORKING 
ALRIGHT."

SANDRA:

"YOU THINK IT WORKS! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THINK IT WORKS?"

DAVID:

"I MEAN, I THINK IT WORKS!"

SANDRA:

"YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW ENGINES? WHY DON'T YOU KNOW ENGINES? ALL YOU 
PEOPLE KNOW.."

DAVID:

"SAY IT! I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT. JUST BECAUSE I'M BLACK DOESN'T MEAN ALL I 
KNOW IS ENGINES. I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT ANY BROTHER OF MINE IS JUST AS 
GOOD AS ANY OF YOU WHITE FOLK AS ANYTHING. AND IT'S NOT LIKE WE'VE SEEN 
YOU PITCHING IN THAT MUCH! YOU JUST SIT AROUND HISTERICALLY NOT LIFTING A 
FINGER. THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE OF ANY USE IS THAT YOU'RE A GOD DAMNED 
NURSE! IF YOU WEREN'T, WE MIGHT AS WELL THROW YOUR USELESS ASS OUT ON 
THE STREET! NOW I DON'T TAKE KINDLY TO BEING INSULTED LIKE THAT! SO IF YOU 
DON'T GET IN GEAR, I'LL FEED YOU TO THOSE THINGS MYSELF!"

SANDRA STEPS DOWN SHAMEDLY AND LOOKS AWAY FROM DAVID'S ANGRY FACE.

STEVE THEN STAGGERS INTO THE ROOM. 

STEVE:

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?"

DAVID:

"NOTHING MAN, IT'S ALL FINISHED."

DAVID STEPS OUT FROM INFRONT OF THE VAN AND WALKS ROUND TO THE OPEN 
DRIVER'S DOOR AND GIVES A HATEFUL GLANCE TO SANDRA. HE REACHES INTO THE 
VAN AND TWISTS THE KEY. THE ENGINE SPUTTERS AND COUGHS FOR A WHILE BUT 
FINALLY ROARS INTO ACTION. A PUFF OF DIRTY BLACK SMOKE RUSHES UP INTO THE 
AIR, FILLING THE AIR WITH A THICK SMELL OF EXHAUST FUMES. THE SMOKE FILTERS 
OUT THROUGH THE GARAGE AND INTO THE STORE WHILE THE GROUP COUGHS AND 
SPUTTERS.

DAVID:

"ALRIGHT, FIVE MORE MINUTES AND WE'RE OUTTA HERE, WITH OR WITHOUT ANDY."

EXT: THE SURVIVAL STORE ROOF:

ANDY IS STILL STRUGGLING WITH THE VICTIMS WHO ARE STILL TRYING TO 
CLAMBER UP ONTO CRATES AND REACH FOR HIM. HE DRAWS HIS PISTOL AND AIMS. 
HE FIRES A SHOT THROUGH THE SKULL OF THE NEAREST, THEN ANOTHER AND THEN 
ONE MORE. CLICK! THE CHAMBER IS EMPTY, THE MAGAZINE EATEN AWAY. AS ANDY 
HEARS THE CLICK, HIS FACE TURNS INTO A VISION OF DISPAIR. HE LOOKS AT THE 
GUN AND SHOVES IT BACK INTO THE BACK OF HIS TROUSERS. HE JUMPS UP 
SUDDENLY TO TURN AND RUN FOR THE VENTILATION SHAFT ENTRANCE, BUT WITH 
THE SUDDEN RUSH OF BLOOD AND A SMEAR OF BLOOD FROM THE STORE OWNER'S 
BODY, ANDY CRASHES DOWN, KNOCKING HIMSELF ONCONSCIOUS. AS HE FADES OUT 
FROM REALITY, HIS HEAD FLOPS TO THE SIDE AND HIS BODY GOES LIMP.

INT: THE SURVIVAL STORE GARAGE:

AS THE ENGINE CONTINUES TO SPUTTER AND CLUNK, DAVID HOPS INTO THE 
DRIVER'S SIDE AND GLANCES AT THE FUEL GUAGE. 

DAVID:

"DAMN IT! DAMN NEAR EMPTY!"

JON:

"WHAT?"

JON RUSHES UP TO SEE FOR HIMSELF.

JON:

"WE WON'T GET ANYWHERE ON THAT!"

STEVE:

"YEAH WE WILL, YOU COULD DRIVE FIVE MILES ON FREAKING FUMES FOR CHRIST'S 
SAKE, WE COULD AT LEAST GET OUTTA TOWN OR TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE AT LEAST."

JENNY:

"OPPOSITE SIDE?"

STEVE:

"YEAH, THAT'S WHERE THE HIGH SCHOOL IS. WAIT, THAT'S IT! THE SCHOOL! IT'S 
BEHIND A GREAT BIG FENCE! IT'S LOCKED OFF QUITE EARLY ON IN THE EVENING. IT'S 
BEEN SHUT SINCE THIS ALL HAPPENED, MAYBE IT'S THE ONLY PLACE IN THIS TOWN 
THAT'S STILL SAFE!"

DAVID:

"WHICH STREET'S THAT UP?"

STEVE:

"HONEY GROVE WAY, TURN RIGHT OUT OF HERE AND KEEP GOING UNTIL THE TOWN 
BECOMES QUITE SPARSE."

DAVID:

"RIGHT, THAT'S THE PLAN. IN THREE MINUTES WE MAKE A RUN FOR IT OVER TO THE 
SCHOOL, GET THE GATES OPEN, AND CLOSE OURSELVES IN WITHOUT LETTING TOO 
MANY OF THOSE THINGS IN THERE WITH US."

JENNY:

"WHAT IF SOME DO GET IN?"

DAVID:

"WELL THEN IT WILL JUST BE A FEW, WE CAN EASILY HANDLE THEM, THEY'RE 
SLOWER THAN HELL! WE CAN BLAST THEM AND GET INTO THE SCHOOL AND LOCK 
OURSELVE IN."

STEVE:

"HOW LONG NOW?"

DAVID:

"TWO MINUTES. MAN HE BETTER HURRY UP IF HE WANTS TO GET OUTTA HERE!"

EXT: THE SURVIVAL STORE ROOF:

ANDY FINALLY STARTS TO COME OUT OF IT. HE WAVERS HIS HEAD AS HE SITS UP. HE 
TRIES TO STAND, BUT WOBBLES AND FALLS DOWN AGAIN. HE TRIES ONCE MORE TO 
STAND, THIS TIME SUCCEEDING AND MANAGING TO STUMBLE OVER TO THE SHAFT 
ENTRANCE. HE CROUCHES DOWN AS THE GROANING AND WAILING OF THE VICTIMS 
SURROUNDS HIM. HE IS STILL GROGGY BUT MANAGES TO SLIDE HIMSELF DOWN THE 
SHAFT.

INT: THE SURVIVAL STORE GARAGE:

DAVID:

"RIGHT, THAT'S ONE MINUTE."

JENNY:

"BUT, WE CAN'T JUST GO. ANDY'S STILL UP THERE! YOU'VE GOTTA GO GET HIM!"

DAVID:

"HEY! FOR ALL I KNOW HE'S ALREADY DEAD! I'M NOT ABOUT TO RISK MY LIFE IN 
ORDER TO GO AND FIND HE'S DEAD! WE GO IN ONE MINUTE!"

JENNY RUBS THE TEARS FROM HER EYES AND CROSSES HER ARMS TO COMFORT 
HERSELF AS SHE LOOKS OUT INTO THE STORE.

DAVID:

"RIGHT, BETTER GET EVERYONE IN THE VAN NOW!"

STEVE, MARTHA AND SANDRA QUICKLY STEP OVER TO THE VAN AND ALL CRAM 
INTO THE SEATS INSIDE WHILE JENNY JUST STANDS AND STARES BLANKLY INTO THE 
STORE.

DAVID:

"HE'S DEAD! COME ON! I HEARD HIS GUN GO OFF! HE'S DEAD!"

JENNY:

"NO HE'S NOT! HE'S NOT DEAD!"

CRASH! JENNY HEARS A THUD FROM IN THE STORE.



JENNY:

"ANDY!"

SHE RUSHES OUT INTO THE STORE, A NEW STRENGTH RIDDLED THROUGH HER BODY. 

SHE SPOTS ANDY PULLING HIMSELF UP OFF THE FLOOR UNDERNEATH THE SHAFT 
OPENING.

SHE RUNS OVER AND HELPS HIM UP.

JENNY:

"QUICK! WE'RE GOING!"

JENNY HELPS HIM THROUGH INTO THE GARAGE AND INTO THE VAN. AS HE SITS 
DOWN HE GASPS AS HE HOLDS HIS HEAD, HE GROANS.

DAVID:

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD MAN."

ANDY:

"THANKS FOR THE THOUGHT."

JENNY SLIDES THE DOOR ON THE SIDE OF THE VAN SHUT WHILE DAVID CLOSES 
HIMSELF INTO THE DRIVER'S SEAT. 

DAVID:

"ARE ALL THE WINDOWS UP?"

MARTHA:

"YEAH, LET'S GO, COME ON!"

DAVID REVS THE ENGINE AND SHIFTS THE VAN INTO REVERSE. HE GUNS THE GAS 
AND DRIVES THE VAN TO THE BACK OF THE GARAGE, SMASHING INTO THE 
WORKBENCH, SENDING TOOLS AND GREASY PARTS FALLING TO THE FLOOR. 

DAVID THEN TURNS THE LIGHTS ON TO FULL IN ORDER TO STARTLE AND CONFUSE 
ANY OF THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE. SHIFTING THE VAN INTO FIRST GEAR, DAVID RAMS HIS 
FOOT ONTO THE GAS. THE VAN LUNGES FORWARD TOWARDS THE THIN WOODEN 
DOORS OF THE GARAGE AND CRASHES THROUGH THEM.

EXT: FALL VIEW:

THE DOOR SPLIT OPEN, HITTING SEVERAL OF THE VICTIMS AS THEY FLY OPEN. THEY 
GRUNT AS THEY ARE KNOCKED TO THE GROUND AND GROAN AS THE BRIGHT LIGHTS 
BLARE OUT INTO THE NIGHT. THE VAN DRIVES OUT INTO THE OPEN, CRUSHING SOME 
OF THE ATTACKERS IN IT'S PATH. 

DAVID AND THE OTHERS ARE CONFRONTED WITH A TOWN FULL OF CREATURES, 
LUSTING FOR THEIR BLOOD AND FLESH.

AS DAVID DRIVES THE CUMBERSOME VEHICLE THROUGH THE CROWD HIS FACE IS 
EMOTIONLESS, EXCEPT FOR A GLIMMER OF JOY, PARTLY DUE TO A SUCCESSFUL 
ESCAPE, BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE'S ENJOYING HIS ONSLAUGHT.

AS THE ATTACKERS ARE SMASHED INTO, THEIR BONES SHATTER AND THEIR BODIES 
SPLIT OPEN, SPRAYING BLOOD AND GUTS LIKE A SPLATTERED CANTELOPE. THEY 
GROAN AND WAIL AS THEY ARE SENT SHOOTING ACROSS THE ROAD WHILE THE 
SMARTER ONES STEP BACK FROM THE ONCOMING VEHICLE, FORMING A CLEAR PATH 
FOR THE VAN TO DRIVE THROUGH.

HOWEVER, THERE ARE STILL THE DUMBEST ONES TO DEAL WITH AND AT THE END OF 
THE ROAD. THEY HAVE FORMED A LARGE CROWD AT THE END OF THE ROAD, NOT 
FAR FROM THE GAS STATION AND THEY STAND THERE STARING AT THE ONCOMING 
VEHICLE.  THEY STAGGER CLUMSILLY, THEIR LIMBS TAUGHT AND STRAINED, THEIR 
EYES SUNKEN AND DEAD, THEIR FLESH WHITE AS THE MOON AND THEIR FINGERS, 
CROOKED AND CRACKED.

THE VAN SWERVES AND ROARS THROUGH THE TOWN AND THROUGH THE 
ATTACKERS AS THEY APPROACH THE ONCOMING CROWD. THE WHEEL CRUSH THEM 
AS THE VEHICLE ROCKETS THROUGH THE HOARD OF BLOOD SUCKERS. AS MORE OF 
THEM FALL UNDER THE WHEELS, MORE AND MORE BLOOD IS PUMPED OUT ACROSS 
THE FRONT OF THE VAN, LEAVING THE LIGHT THAT SHINES ONTO THE ROAD, RED 
AND ANGRY.

INT: THE VAN:

THEY LOOK OUT THROUGH THE SMALL, GRIMEY WINDOWS AND STARE IN TERROR AS 
THEY SEE THE CROWDS OF CREATURES CHASE THE MOVING VEHICLE AND AS MORE 
BLOOD IS SPATTERED ONTO THE WURROUNDING GLASS.

THE VAN BOMBS AROUND ON THE ROAD AS DAVID SWERVES THE TRUCK MADLY, 
ATTEMPTING TO CRUSH AS MANY OF THE THINGS AS POSSIBLE. MEANWHILE, THE 
OTHERS IN THE BACK JUMP AROUND, CLUTCHING TO ONE ANOTHER TO KEEP 
UPRIGHT.

MARTHA AND STEVE HOLD ON TO EACH OTHER AS THEY CROUCH BEHIND DAVID'S 
SEAT WHILE SANDRA ROCKS HERSELF INTO INSANITY. AS THE STREET LIGHTS PASS 
THEM BY, JENNY STARES OUT THROUGH THE SMEARED, BLOODY GLASS ONTO THE 
TOWN, WHICH IS NOW QUICKLY DISAPPEARING INTO THE NIGHT, SWALLOWED BY 
THE DISEASE.

JON:

"JESUS! KEEP THE TRUCK STRAIGHT WILL YA!"

DAVID:

"JUST TRYING TO KILL SOME OF THESE GUYS, TRY AND LEVEL OUT THE SCORE A BIT."

JON:

"YEAH, WELL I CAN BARELY STAY UPRIGHT BACK HERE!"

CRASH! THE VAN PLOWS OVER ANOTHER ONE, THEN ANOTHER AND THEN, THE 
FRONT RIGHT WHEEL BOUNCES INTO A LARGE POTHOLE IN THE ROAD. THE VAN 
BOUNCES UPWARDS AS IT ESCAPES OUT OF THE HOLE, BUT SENDS JON FLYING TO 
THE VERY BACK OF THE VAN. AS HE COMES TO A REST HE GRABS HOLD OF THE DOOR 
HANDLE BESIDE HIM AS LOOKS OVER TO THE BACK OF DAVID'S HEAD, CURSING HIM 
SILENTLY.

ANDY NOW TRIES TO CLAMBER INTO THE FRONT SEAT TO SEE WHERE THEY ARE 
HEADED. HE GRABS HOLD OF THE BACK OF THE SEAT AND BEGINS TO LIFT HIS RIGHT 
FOOT OVER THE SEAT. CRASH! ANOTHER POTHOLE. ANDY FALLS BACK WITH THE 
SHOCK. HE COLLAPSES ONTO HIS BACK AND SLIDES ACROSS THE RIDGED METAL 
FLOORING OF THE VAN, SLIDING INTO JON AT THE END OF THE TRUCK.

ANDY SWINGS ROUND AND KICKS INTO JON BY ACCIDENT. JON IS KICKED FORWARD 
AND AS HE ABSORBS THE IMPACT HE TWISTS THE DOOR HANDLE AS HE FALLS 
FORWARD.

THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN SUDDENLY AND JON FALLS HALF OUT OF THE VAN, HIS LEFT 
ARM TRAILING ACROSS THE GROUND, RIPPING THE FLESH CLEAN OFF VIOLENTLY. AS 
HE WAILS IN AGONY, ANDY MAKES A RASH ATTEMPT TO GRAB JON'S LEG, BUT AS HE 
STUGGLES TO GRAB HOLD OF JON WHO IS SKIDDING ALL OVER THE BACK OF THE 
VAN, JON GRABS HOLD OF THE OTHER DOOR WITH HIS RIGHT HAND. CRASH! THE 
DOOR SHOOTS OPEN ITSELF SENDING JON'S RIGHT ARM SKIDDING ACROSS THE ROAD.

ANDY:

"STEVE! GRAB HOLD OF MY LEGS!"

STEVE LEAPS FORWARD AND GRABS ONTO ANDY AS HE GRIPS ONTO JON'S LEGS IN A 
PANIC.

JON:

"HELP! HELP! FOR GOD'S SAKE GET ME IN!"

STEVE THEN WEDGES HIS LEFT LEG IN BETWEEN THE TWO FRONT SEATS OF THE VAN 
AND HOLDS ON TIGHTLY TO ANDY'S LEGS.

DAVID IS NOW BEGINNING TO STRUGGLE SERIOUSLY WITH THE VAN. IT SWERVES TO 
AND FRO, SKIDDING FROM SIDE TO SIDE AS IT PLOUGHS THROUGH MORE AND MORE 
OF THE ATTACKERS. BAM! TWO MORE HIT THE TRUCK, ONE BOUNCING ONTO THE 
WINDSHEILD, SHATTERING THE GLASS ALL OVER DAVIDS FACE. HE SCREAM AND 
PULLS HARD ON THE STEERING WHEEL.

AS THE VAN APPROACHES THE GAS STATION, JON BEGINS TO SHAKE LOOSE OF 
ANDY'S GRIP AND, AS THE VAN SLIDES HARSHLY TO ITS RIGHT, HE FLYS OUT OF 
ANDY'S GRIP, ROLLING ACROSS THE DIRT GROUND AND CRASHING INTO A PILE OF 
RUSTED CAR PARTS.

THE VAN SLIDES AND AS IT DOES SO, THE ATTACKER ON THE HOOD BOUNCES OFF AS 
THE TRUCK CRASHES INTO A GAS PUMP. THE RUSTY METAL PUMP IS BENT OFF ITS 
FOUNDATION AND SKIDS ACROSS OVER TO THE GAS STATION BUILDING AS A 
FOUNTAIN OF GASOLINE ROCKETS UP INTO THE AIR AND THEN SPLATTERING DOWN 
ON THE VAN'S ROOF.

AS THE VAN COMES TO A REST, ANDY FLOPS OUT OF THE BACK OF THE VAN, 
COLLAPSING ONTO THE GROUND AS STEVE LIES TWISTED IN THE FRONT OF THE VAN.

SANDRA AND MARTHA LAY SPRAWLED ACROSS THE FLOORING OF THE VAN WHILE 
JENNY STILL STARES OUT OF THE WINDOW AS THE HOARD OF BLOOD SUCKERS 
CLOWLY ADVANCES ON THEM IN THE NIGHT.

AS DAVID SLIGHTLY WAVERS HIS HEAD IN SHOCK, ANDY COMES ROUND AND TWISTS 
HIS HEAD ROUND TO TAKE A GLANCE AT THEIR ATTACKERS APPROACHING THEM. HE 
BREATHES IN DEEPLY WITH FRIGHT AND TURNS ROUND TO SEE JON OUT COLD, 
SPRAWLED AMONGST A PILE OF CAR PARTS.

ANDY:

"JON! JON! GET UP! THEY'RE COMING!"

HE RECEIVES NO ANSWER FROM HIM. ANDY PICKS HIMSELF UP AND LEANS INTO THE 
VAN TO GRAB HIS RIFLE. HE COCKS IT AND PULLS HIMSELF BACK OUT OF THE 
DENTED VAN.

EXT: THE GAS STATION:

AS HE STAGGERS OVER TO HIS FALLEN FRIEND, ANDY NOTICES THE HOARD IS 
GAINING ON THEM FAST. HE QUICKENS HIS PACE, EVENTUALLY REACHING JON, 
ANDY GRABS HOLD OF HIS SHIRT WITH HIS RIGHT HAND, PULLING HIM UP SLIGHTLY 
AND SHAKING HIM.

ANDY:

"JON! JON! GET THE HELL UP!"

BAM! A VICTIM BURSTS UP ON ANDY FROM BEHIND THE FENCE AGAINST WHICH JON 
LIES UNCONCIOUS. ANDY GASPS AND STAGGERS BACK AS THE GREY FACED FIGURE 
LUNGES FOR HIM. IT FAILS TO REACH HIM AND MEARLY CLAWS AT THE AIR 
BETWEEN THEM IN A FRANTIC ATTEMPT TO GET TO HIS FLESH. IT GROANS AND 
GRUMBLES AS A TRICKLE OF BLOOD DRIBBLES FROM ITS JAWS, STAINING ITS 
ALREADY BLOOD RED SHIRT FURTHER.

IT GIVES UP ON ANDY, BUT NOTICES JON LYING AT HIS FEET. THE CREATURE GROANS 
WITH EXCITEMENT AND LUNGES DOWN, SINKING HIS TEETH INTO JON'S NECK. A 
GUSH OF BLOOD THEN RUSHES UP, SPLATTERING THE COBWEBBED FENCING. ANDY 
GAGS IN HORROR AS THE THING MUNCHES SATISFIED ON THE CHUNK OF FLESH AS 
BLOOD STAINS HIS CROOKED FINGERS.

ANDY STAGGERS BACK FURTHER, GETTING CLOSER TO THE VAN AND LEAVING JON 
BEHIND. AS HE STEPS AWAY, THE THING DISCARDS THE FLESH AND LUNGES DOWN 
AGAIN TO RIPS AND TEAR AT JON'S FACE. HE SEVERS JON'S JAW FROM HIS FACE AND 
GRABS IT, SLOWLY RAISING IT TO HIS FACE, BUT QUICKLY DISCARDING THAT TOO. 
EVENTUALLY, THE CREATURE, LEANS AND FALLS THROUGH THE WEAK WOODEN 
FENCE AND COLLAPSES BESIDE JON. AS IT ROLLS OVER, IT SEES JON'S LEG. THE 
CREATURE GRABS IT AND TAKE A VICIUOS LUMP OUT OF THE THIGH, CHEWING 
THROUGH HIS TROUSER LEG.

ANDY FINALLY REACHES THE VAN AND STUMBLES BACK INTO IT, KEEPING HIS EYES 
LOCKED ON THE HORRIFIC SIGHT INFRONT OF HIM.

SUDDENLY, ONE OF THE ATTACKERS POUNCES ON HIM, BURSTING AROUND THE SIDE 
OF THE VAN. IT GRABS HOLD OF ANDY'S SHOULDERS AND ATTEMPTS TO PULL HIM 
CLOSER. ANDY SCREAMS IN TERROR.

BLAM! THE THING'S HEAD EXPLODES OVER THE VAN DOOR AND STUMBLES BACK, 
LANDING ON THE GROUND IN A CRUMPLED HEAP, TWITCHING IN THE BLOODIED 
DUST AS JON IS DEVOURED A LITTLE FURTHER.

ANDY TURNS QUICKLY AND SEES STEVE GRIPPING A GUN, HIS HAND SHAKES AS A 
SLOW WHISPER OF SMOKE RISES FROM THE CHAMBER, HITTING THE ROOF AS IT 
GROWS.

ANDY SIGHS IN SHOCK AND CLAWS FOR THE DOOR HANDLE. AS DAVID COMES 
ROUND, ANDY YANKS THE DOORS CLOSED.

ANDY:

"LETS GO!"

DAVID GUNS THE ENGINE AND SCRAPES THE VAN AWAY FROM THE GAS STATION. HE 
DRIVES THE VAN ABOUT 100 YARDS CLEAR OF THE SITE AND KICKS OPEN THE 
DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR. HE LEAPS OUT AND GRABS HIS RIFLE FROM THE SEAT BESIDE 
HIS. AS THE CROWD GAINS ON THEM, THE GANG SPLICES, SOME STAGGER INTO THE 
AREA OF THE FLOWING GASOLINE WHICH SOAKS THEM, MUCH TO THEIR CURIOSITY.

DAVID AIMS HIS GUN. BLAM! A BULLET BLASTS THROUGH THE REMAINING GAS 
PUMP, EXPLODING AS THE BULLET SPLINTERS THROUGH IT.

KABLAM! A HUGE EXPLOSION BURSTS UP, BLASTING DUST AND FIRE INTO THE AIR IN 
A FRENZY. AS THE CLOUD OF SMOKE RISES INTO THE AIR, THE ATTACKERS EITHER 
FALL TO THE SHOCK OF THE EXPLOSION OR ARE CAUGHT IN THE BLAST. THOSE THAT 
ARE NOT SO LUCKY ARE SUCKED UP IN A BURST OF FLAME AND CATCH FIRE IN AN 
INSTANT. THEY STAGGER AND SCREAM AND FALL FORWARD AS THE FLAMES 
DEVOUR THEM. THEIR FLESH BURNS QUICKLY AS THEY SCRUNCH THEMSLEVES UP IN 
HEAPS ON THE FIREY GROUND.

FOR A MOMENT, THE SKY IS LIT UP, BUT IS SOON DIES DOWN AS THE FLAMES BEGIN 
TO CALM DOWN AND AS THEY DO SO, DAVID LEAPS BACK INTO THE TRUCK AND 
THROWS HIS RIFLE TO THE OTHER SEAT. RAMMING HIS FOOT ON THE GAS, THE VAN 
ROARS OFF DOWN A SMALL NARROW DIRT TRACK.

EXT: THE ROAD TO THE HIGH SCHOOL:

THE VAN ROARS OFF DOWN THE SMALL ROAD AS THEIR FRUSTRATED ATTACKERS 
CLAW AND GROWL BEHIND THEM, QUICKLY DISAPPEARING INTO THE NIGHT AS THE 
VEHICLE DRIVES OFF.

INT: THE VAN:

THE OLD VAN IS BROWN, HEAVILY RUSTED AND HAS A SILVER HOOD WHERE IT HAS 
OBVIOUSLY BEEN REPLACED. THE WINDOWS ARE SMALL AND SMEARED. THE 
OCCUPANTS PEER THROUGH THEM TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF WHAT GOES ON OUTSIDE 
IN THE FIELDS AND SURROUNDING LANDSCAPE. THE ONLY SEATS IN THE VAN ARE AT 
THE FRONT, THEY ARE BROKEN AND SEALED WITH WIDE, GREY INSULATION TAPE. AS 
FOR THE DASHBOARD, IT IS BLACK, BUT BADLY DAMAGED. NOTCHES AND CHUNKS 
HAVE BEEN BASHED OUT, AND A LARGE HOLE NEAR THE GEAR-SHIFT WAS 
OBVIOUSLY MEANT FOR A RADIO, BUT THE OWNER, DIDN'T HAVE THE CHANCE TO 
FINISH.

ANDY NOW GATHERS HIMSELF AND CRAWLS UP THE VAN TOWARDS JENNY.

ANDY:

"YOU OKAY JENNY?"

SHE IS STILL STARING OUT INTO THE NIGHT SKY, UNAWARE OF ANY OF THE RECENT 
EVENTS.

ANDY:

"JENNY! HEY, SNAP OUT OF IT."

ANDY SHAKES HER BY THE SHOULDER, EVENTUALLY, SHE COMES ROUND AND 
SLOWLY TURNS TO FACE ANDY. SHE RUNS HER EYES UP AND DOWN HIS FACE, 
BECOMING FAMILIAR WITH IT AGAIN. HER EYES ARE GLAZED AND WIDE, HER FACE 
PALE AND HER BODY TREMBLING WITH FRIGHT.

SLOWLY, SHE OPENS HER MOUTH AND LOOKS UP AT ANDY WHO IS CROUCHED NEXT 
TO HER. HE GRIPS ON TO THE BACK OF THE SEAT BESIDE DAVID AND A METAL HOOP 
WHICH IS FIRMLY PLANTED INTO THE ROOF.

JENNY LOOKS DOWN AT HER PALE, SHIVERING ARMS, WHICH SHE HOLDS OUT 
INFRONT OF HERSELF. SHE BEGINS TO SHAKE EVEN FURTHER AND QUICKLY DRAWS 
THEM BACK IN, CLUTCHING AT HER COLD BODY. THEN SHE LOOKS BACK UP TO 
ANDY'S WORRIED FACE. HIS EYES ARE TIRED AND THE LOWER LIDS ARE BLACKENED 
WITH FATIGUE. HE GIVES HER A LITTLE SMILE AND TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE 
SLIGHTLY. HE THEN RAISES HIS ARM AND STROKES HER SHOULDER SLOWLY. HE 
THEN RAISES HIS ARM AND RUBS HIS HAND GENTLY OVER HER CHEEK AND COMBS 
HER HAIR WITH HIS HAND. HE THEN WITHDRAWS AND TAKES HOLD OF HER RIGHT 
HAND.

JENNY:

"WHATWHAT'S HAPHAPPENING TO.. ME?"

ANDY:

"I DON'T KNOW RIGHT NOW. YOU WERE BIT BY THIS MAN SEE. NEAR THE 
GRAVEYARD, AND I TOOK YOU TO THE HOSPITAL, REMEMBER?"
HE RECEIVES A BLANK FACE.
"REMEMBER? SANDRA HERE GAVE YOU A SHOT AND YOU WENT TO SLEEP FOR A 
WHILE. DON'T YOU REMEMBER?"

JENNY:

"WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S IN MY BODY?"

ANDY HESITATES AND LOOKS AWAY FROM HER FOR A MOMENT.

JENNY:

"ANDY. WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? ANSWER ME ANDY!"

SANDRA HAS BEEN LISTENING IN AND CRAWLS OVER, SHE PLACES HER HAND ON 
ANDY'S ARM AND REASSURES HIM. SHE GIVES HIM A NOD AND HE SHUNTS BACK 
SLIGHTLY, STILL LOOKING AWAY FROM JENNY.

SANDRA TAKES HOLD OF JENNY'S HAND NOW AND PULLS IT UP TO ATTRACT HER 
ATTENTION.

SANDRA:

"JENNY, JENNY. CAN YOU HEAR ME? MY NAME IS SANDRA, I TOOK CARE OF YOU IN 
THE HOSPITAL. WHAT YOU HAVE IS A, VIRUS. YOU SEE, WHEN THE MAN BIT YOU, HE 
GAVE YOU A VIRUS, AND THAT IS WHAT IS DOING THIS TO YOU NOW."

JENNY:

"VIRUS? WHAT VIRUS? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? VIRUS!"
JENNY BEGINS TO GET DISTRESSED BUT SANDRA CALMS HER DOWN BY PATTING HER 
HAND.

SANDRA:

"HEY, CALM DOWN, COME ON, STAY WITH ME HERE. THAT'S IT, STAY CALM. NOW, 
THE VIRUS, IT APPEARS TO BE, A FORM OF, RABIES. WE'RE NOT SURE WHETHER IT IS 
COMPLETELY, BUT IT SEEMS THAT WAY, BUT THE THING IS, IT ONLY SHARE SOME OF 
THE TRAITS WHICH RABIES HAS, SO WE'RE NOT FULLY SURE WHAT YOU HAVE RIGHT 
NOW. ALL WE KNOW IS THAT, WELL, THE WHOLE TOWN HAS NOW GOT IT, AND IT, IT, 
IT HAS, DONE SOMETHING TO THEM."

JENNY:

"WHAT'S IT DONE TO THEM?"
SHE MURMERS.

SANDRA:

"WE DON'T REALLY KNOW, BUT ALL THOSE, PEOPLE YOU SAW OUTSIDE WERE THEM. 
THIS VIRUS HAS SOMEHOW INFECTED THE BRAIN, IT COULD BE A CANCER, THAT'S 
ONE OF THE POSSIBILITY'S, BUT IT'S DRIVEN THEM MAD. THAT'S SOMETHING WE'RE 
SURE OF."

JENNY:

"MAD! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT, INSANE?! IS THAT GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?!"

ANDY NOW BUTS IN.

ANDY:

"NO, NO, OF COURSE NOT. THE NURSE GAVE YOU SOMETHING FOR IT, AND THAT'S 
GOING TO SORT YOU OUT. THIS HERE IS JUST, AN AFTER-AFFECT. ISN'T THAT RIGHT 
SANDRA?"

SANDRA:

"OH, YES, OF COURSE. THIS WILL HAVE YOU RIGHT AS RAIN IN NO TIME. NOW DON'T 
WORRY YOURSELF, JUST SIT BACK HERE AND REST A WHILE. EVERYTHING'S GONNA 
BE ALRIGHT."

AS SANDRA LOWERS JENNY BACK AGAINST THE SEAT BACKING, SHE MOVES BACK 
TO THE OTHER END OF THE VAN AND SIGNALS ANDY OVER. HE CRAWLS OVER 
SLOWLY, WATCHING JENNY DRIFT OFF AS HE DOES SO.

HE PASSES STEVE AND MARTHA WHO ARE BOTH DRIFTING OFF THEMSELVES, 
HOLDING EACH OTHER IN THEIR ARMS, COMFORTING ONE ANOTHER.

ANDY:

"WHAT IS IT SANDRA?"

SANDRA:

"WHAT I SAID TO HER BACK THERE, IT WASN'T, ENTIRELY."

ANDY:

"WHAT? IT WASN'T ENTIRELY WHAT? TRUE?"

SANDRA:

"NOW DON'T GET INTO A STATE OVER THIS, BUT YES, THAT'S RIGHT, WHAT I SAID 
WAS JUST TO COMFORT HER."



ANDY:

"SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS, THAT SHE HAS NO CHANCE WHAT SO EVER. IS THAT IT? 
SHE GOING TO BECOME ONE OF THEM. IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?"

SANDRA HESITATES HERSELF NOW AND LOOKS AWAY FOR A MOMENT. 

SANDRA:

"YES."

ANDY'S FACE TURNS FROM CONFUSION TO HORROR AS HE REALISES JENNY'S FATE. 
HE BEGINS TO TREMBLE AND SHAKE FURTHER DUE TO THE RUMBLING OF THE 
EXHAUST BELOW HIM.

ANDY:

"SO, YOU MEAN SHE'S AS GOOD AS DEAD. THAT SHE'S GONNA DIE UNLESS WE CAN 
GET HELP?"

SANDRA:

"I'M AFRAID SO. BUT I'M NOT SURE IF HELP WOULD EVEN WORK. THE VIRUS IS 
ALMOST THROUGH HER ENTIRE SYSTEM NOW. IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF A COUPLE OF 
HOURS OR SO, AND, AND IT GOES STRAIGHT TO HER BRAIN."

ANDY:

"AND THEN, SHE TURNS INTO ONE OF THOSE THINGS BACK THERE?"

SANDRA:

"I'M AFRAID SO YES. AND, WHEN THE TIME COMES, YOU MUST KILL HER. YOU 
UNDERSTAND, WHEN SHE TURNS, YOU HAVE TO KILL HER, OTHERWISE SHE WILL 
CONTINUE TO EXIST AS ONE OF THOSE THINGS."

ANDY:

"NO! I WILL NOT KILL HER. NOT JENNY! NO WAY! I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! GET THE 
HELL AWAY FROM ME!"

ANDY THEN JUMPS BACK UP AND CRAWLS OVER TO THE FRONT OF THE VAN TO SIT 
NEXT TO DAVID WHO IS STILL DRIVING THE VAN HARSHLY. THE VAN BOUNCES 
ALONG THE ROAD AND AS ANDY ATTEMPS TO CLIMB INTO THE SEAT NEXT OT DAVID, 
HE IS ROCKED ABOUT, HITTING HIS HEAD ON THE ROOF A COUPLE OF TIMES AS HE 
DOES SO.

AS HE SITS, DAVID TURNS TO FACE HIM.

DAVID:

"WHAT THE NURSE SAY?"

ANDY:

"NOTHING. SHE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING MAN. NOT A THING."

DAVID SENSES THAT SOMETHING IS UP AND LOOKS BACK TO JENNY WHO IS FAST 
ASLEEP NOW. HE THEN FACES THE ROAD AGAINS, CATCHING A GLIMPSE OF ANDY'S 
FACE AS HE DOES SO. HE IS WORRIED, AND AFRAID.

INT: THE VAN:

ANDY IS HOLDING HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS AS THE VAN CONTINUES TO RUMBLE 
ALONG THE ROAD. HE COMES ROUND OUT OF HIS SHOCK AND SLOWLY TURNS TO 
FACE DAVID AS HE GRIPS ONTO THE DASHBOARD WITH HIS RIGHT HAND.

ANDY:

"SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY?"
HE SAYS CALMLY.

DAVID GLANCES OVER TO ANDY AGAIN, AND THEN BACK TO FACE THE ROAD.

DAVID:

"WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT BROTHER?"

ANDY:

"HOW DID YOU GET ALL INVOLVED IN THIS MESS?"

DAVID SIGHS AND GRIPS THE WHEEL TIGHTER IN HIS HANDS.

DAVID:

"MY WIFE. WE'D BEEN LIVING UP IN THE HILLS NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE, AND A 
COUPLE OF DAYS AGO WE DECIDED TO COME TO TOWN. THEN WHEN WE GOT HERE, 
WE FOUND THE TOWN WAS HALF-EMPTY. WE HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS SOON TO 
BEFALL US, IF I HAD KNOWN THEN, I WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN HAD A SECOND 
THOUGHT ABOUT LEAVING THAT PLACE."

ANDY:

"SO, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR WIFE?"

DAVID:

"DEAD. ONE OF THOSE BLOOD SUCKING BASTARDS BIT HER ON THE ARM, NEARLY 
TOOK IT CLEAN OFF, AND THEN, WHEN I GOT HER TO THE HOSPITAL, SHE, HAD 
TURNED. SHE ATTACKED ME. SHE RIPPED AT ME, TEARING AT MY SKIN, WANTING TO 
BITE ME, EAT ME, GET TO ME, I DON'T KNOW. BUT ONE THING I DO KNOW, IS THAT, 
THAT, (SIGH) I HAD TO KILL HER. I CRAWLED OUT OF MY CAR, AND, AND I CRUSHED 
HER SKULL INTO THE DOOR FRAME. I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME. I JUST 
COULDN'T LET HER LIVE LIKE THAT."

ANDY LOWERS HIS HEAD FROM SHAME OF ASKING SUCH A PERSONAL QUESTION AND 
PULLS HIS RIGHT HAND DOWN TO MEET WITH HIS LEFT, AND HE TWIDDLES WITH HIS 
FINGERS, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY NEXT.

DAVID:

"HEY. DON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT IT. I HEARD YOUR STORY. AIN'T NO REASON WHY YOU 
SHOULDN'T HEAR MINE. BESIDES, IT'S ALL IN THE PAST NOW, TURNED TO DUST AND 
BLOWN AWAY IN THE WIND. JUST GONE, NOTHING NO MORE."

DAVID SIGHS AGAIN AS HE CLENCHES HIS EYES SLIGHTLY TO STOP HIS EMOTION 
SEEPING OUT. HE COUGHS TO RELEIVE THE TENSION AND TWISTS HIMSELF ROUND IN 
THE SEAT TO MAKE HIMSELF MORE COMFORTABLE.

ONCE AGAIN, THE VAN STAYS SILENT AS THE NOISE OF THE OUTSIDE FILTERS IN 
THROUGH THE CRACKED WINDOWS.

STEVE NOW LIFTS HIMSELF UP A BIT TO MAKE HIMSELF SLIGHTLY MORE 
COMFORTABLE ON THE HARD METAL FLOORING OF THE TRUCK BOTTOM. AS HE DOES 
SO HE TURNS HIS HEAD TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW SLIGHTLY AND GAZES ON INTO 
THE FIELDS. 

IN THE MIDNIGHT SKY, WITH THE MOONLIGHT DIFUSING ONTO THE GROUND, STEVE 
NOTICES A FIGURE, STUMBLING ON THE HORIZON OF THE FIELD. THE SILHOUETTED 
TREES LOOM OVER THE FIGURE FROM EITHER SIDE AND ALMOST ENCLOSES THE 
SHADOW IN ITS CLASP.

STEVE CLOSES HIS EYES WITH SHALLOW FRIGHT AND SITS BACK DOWN AGAIN, HE 
HOLDS ONTO MARTHA EVEN TIGHTER NOW AND ROCKS THEMSELVES BACK AND 
FORTH TO EASE THE TERROR THEY BOTH FEEL.

STEVE:

"WHAT ARE THEY?"
HE MURMERS.

DAVID:

"SOMETHING ELSE. THEY'RE NOT US, THAT'S FOR SURE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY 
ARE. THINGS, CREATURES, I DON'T KNOW, AND I'M NOT SURE WHETHER I WANNA 
KNOW."

STEVE:

"HOW DID THEY, TAKE OVER, SO FAST, SO VICIOUSLY?"

DAVID:

"THEY AIN'T US MAN. WE AIN'T SEEN NOTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE. THEY TOOK US BY 
SURPRISE, WE NEVER SAW IT COMING. BEFORE WE DID THOUGH, THEY ALREADY HAD 
US IN THEIR GRIP. AND THAT WAS IT. THERE AIN'T NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR NO 
MORE. NOT A THING, NOT A THING."

STEVE LOWERS HIS HEAD, BURRYING IT IN MARTHA'S HAIR.

STEVE:

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I DONT WANT TO DIE. I DONT WANT TO DIE. PLEASE GOD."
HE WHISPERS TO HIMSELF UNDER HIS BREATH, SCARED OUT OF HIS MIND.

DAVID JUST ABOUT HEARS STEVE'S MURMERS, AND SORROW RIDDEN, GLANCES 
OVER TO ANDY, WHO IS ALSO, FULL OF SORROW, BUT JUST AS FULL OF TERROR AS 
THE GAS GAUGE CONTINUES TO FALL.

INT: THE VAN:

DAVID:

OKAY, I DONT WANNA ALARM ANYONE, BUT THIS IS THE SITUATION. I SEE THE 
SCHOOL UP AHEAD."

STEVE:

"WELL THAT'S GREAT, COME ON! LET'S GO!"

DAVID:

"I'M NOT FINSIHED YET. I SEE THE SCHOOL, BUT, THE WHOLE THINGS SURROUNDED 
BY THOSE THINGS. THE GATES ARE CLOSED, BUT THERE ARE LOADS OF THOSE 
THINGS ALL AROUND IT. AND, I'M NOT SURE WHETHER OR NOT WE HAVE ENOUGH 
GAS TO GET THERE OR NOT. IF WE DON'T, YOU BETTER BE PREPARED TO GET OUT 
AND PUSH, OR FIGHT YOUR WAY OVER THERE."

AFTER DAVID FINISHES, THE OCCUPANTS OF THE SMALL VAN ALL SIT UP IN TERROR 
AS THIS COULD BE THEIR LAST MOMENTS ON EARTH.

DAVID:

"OKAY, WE WILL HAVE TO FIGHT WHEN WE GET THERE. ANDY, HAND OUT THEM 
GUNS WILL YA."

ANDY JUMPS TO DAVID'S ORDER AND JUMPS INTO THE BACK OF THE VAN. HE 
CRAWLS OVER TO THE BIG BLACK BAG, WHICH LIES ON THE FLOOR IN A CRUMPLED 
HEAP, FILLED WITH GUNS AND AMMUNITION. 

ANDY GRABS HOLD OF THE LEATHER BLACK BAG AND PULLS ON THE ZIP, DRAGGING 
THE BAG FULLY OPEN EXPOSING ITS EXPLOSIVE INARDS. AS HE REACHES INTO THE 
BAG TO PULL OUT THE FIRST RIFLE, ANDY PSYCHS HIMSELF UP FOR THE BATTLE 
WHICH WILL SOON BEFALL THEM.

CA CHUNK! HE LOADS UP A RIFLE AND PASSES IT TO STEVE WHO IS NOW SITTING 
ANXIOUSLY, AWAITING THE ONSLAUGHT. ANDY THEN THROWS HIM A BOX OF 
ROUNDS WHICH STEVE QUICKLY EMPTIES INTO HIS POCKET AND DISCARDING THE 
EMPTY BOX TO THE CORNER OF THE ROCKING VAN.

ANDY NOW REACHES IN TO THE BAG, HE FUMBLES ABOUT A BIT AND THEN TURNS TO 
DAVID.

ANDY:

"DAVID. WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

DAVID:

"SOMETHING WHICH FIRES EASY AND HAS ENOUGH AMMO TO LAST ME."

ANDY TURNS BACK AND RUMAGES AROUND IN THE BAG AGAIN. HE THEN PULLS OUT 
AN UZI, THE ONLY ONE THEY HAVE.

ANDY;

"HOW ABOUT THIS UZI?"
HE HOLDS THE WEAPON NEARER TO DAVID.

DAVID TURNS ROUND AND GRABS HOLD OF THE WEAPON AS HE KEEPS CONTROL OF 
THE VEHICLE.

DAVID:

"THAT'LL DO ME BROTHER. WHAT ABOUT AMMO?"

ANDY RELEASES THE UZI AND RESORTS BACK TO THE BAG. HE FINDS THREE CLIPS OF 
AMMUNTION.

ANDY NOW TURNS TO DAVID AND HOLDS THEM UP NEXT TO HIM.

ANDY:

"THREE CLIPS."

DAVID TAKES THE AMMO AND WEDGES THEM INTO HIS TROUSER BELT. HE THEN 
PICKS UP THE UZI AGAIN AND COCKS IT. CA CHUNK! THE WEAPON, NOW LOADED SITS 
IN DAVID'S RIGHT HAND, READY AND LOADED FOR THEIR ATTACKERS.

ANDY:

"MARTHA, SANDRA, YOU THINK YOU CAN BOTH HANDLE A RIFLE?"

SANDRA LOOKS UP AT ANDY, AS DOES MARTHA AND THEY BOTH GIVE HIM A 
DISMISSIVE LOOK AS IF HE THOUGHT WOMEN CAN'T FIRE GUNS.

THEY TAKE HOLD OF THEIR WEAPONS AND A BOX FULL OF AMMUNITION TO BOOT. 
QUICKLY, THEY ARM THEIR RIFLES AND POCKET THE SPARE AMMO, DISCARDING THE 
EMPTY SHELL BOX TO THE SAME CORNER OF THE VAN, JUST NEXT TO JENNY.

ANDY:

"JENNY? JENNY? HEY, JENNY!"

JENNY TURNS TO FACE ANDY SLOWLY AND STARES AT HIM.

ANDY:

"THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS?"

HE HOLDS OUT A PISTOL WITH FOUR MAGAZINES. SLOWLY, JENNY REACHES OUT HER 
HANDS AS IF BEGGING FOR FOOD AND TAKES THE GUN FROM ANDY.

AS ANDY TURNS BACK TO THE BAG, HE GIVES A SLIGHTLY UNSURE LOOK TO JENNY 
AS SHE RAMS THE MAGAZINE INTO THE GUN, CLICKING IT INTO PLACE.

JENNY:

"DON'T WORRY. I CAN HANDLE IT."

ANDY THEN SORTS HIMSELF OUT. TAKING A RIFLE TO SLING OVER HIS SHOULDER, HE 
ALSO REMOVES A SHOTGUN FROM THE BAG, ONE OF THREE THEY ARE CARRYING. HE 
PLACES THE SHOTGUN ON THE FLOOR OF THE VAN AND THEN PULLS OUT AMMO FOR 
THE RIFLE AND SHOTGUN.

HE PLACES THE BOXES ON THE FLOOR OF THE VAN AND PULLS THE ZIP CLOSED ON 
THE BAG. CAREFULLY, HE THEN SWINGS THE STRAP OVER HIS HEAD AND AROUND 
HIS SHOULDER, TIGHTENING THE STRAP AS HE GOES.

DAVID:

"ALMOST THERE!"

DAVID NOW PUSHES HIS FOOT DOWN ON THE GAS AS THEY BEGIN TO APPROACH THE 
HIGH SCHOOL, GEARING HIMSELF UP TO CRUSH SOME MORE OF THE CREATURES AS 
THEY ENTER.

ANDY HASTILLY CHECKS THE SHOTGUN AND RIFLE, AND THEN EMPTIES THE SHELLS 
INTO HIS POCKETS, AND DISCARDING THE EMPTY BOXES TO THE SAME CORNER.

EXT: THE HIGH SCHOOL:

THE LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL IS JUST AS OLD A BUILDING AS THE HOSPITAL. THE SMALL 
BUILDING SITS ALONE ON THE HILL OVERLOOKING THE TOWN, JUST OPPOSITE THE 
HOSPITAL.

AGAIN, THE BUILDING HAS FALLEN INTO DISREPAIR. THE ROOF TILES ARE LOOSE OR 
MISSING, THE WINDOWS CRACKED AND DIRTY, THE PAINT CHIPPED AND MUDDY IN 
COLOUR.

THE BRICKWORK IS CRUMBLING UNDER ITS AGE AS THE STRONG OAK BEAMS, WHICH 
SUPPORT THE ROOF PETRUDE FROM THE FAADE OF THE SCHOOL BUILDING.

THE ENTIRE PLOT IS SURROUNDED BY A GRASS FIELD, WITH ONE TARMAC ROAD 
LEADING UP TO THE SCHOOL ENTRANCE. THE GRASS IS SHORT, WELL KEPT AND 
WELL LOOKED AFTER. THEN, BESIDE THE MAIN BUILDING, A LONG THIN TOWER 
RISES UP TO THE SKY. THE SCHOOL BELL TOWER LIES IN DISUSE, WALLOWING IN ITS 
OWN PITTY AS PIGEONS ROOST IN THE ARCHES OF THE ROOF. THE BELL, CRACKED 
AND DIRTY, SPRAYED WITH PAINT BY LOCAL HOOLIGANS, IT READS: 'F.V. HIGH 
SUCKS!' AND STANDS WAY OUT FROM THE BLACK PAINT WHICH SURROUNDS IT.

THE ONLY OTHER BUILDING WHICH IS SWALLOWED UP IN THE SITE IS THE JANITORS 
HUT. SMALL AND TATTERED, THE HUT SITS ON ITS OWN AT THE END OF THE YARD, 
PADLOCKED AND PAINTED BLACK. A NOTICE ON THE DOOR WARNS THE PUPILS TO 
'STAY THE HELL AWAY!' WHILE THE SOLITARY WINDOW IS CLOAKED FROM INSIDE 
BY A THICK BROWN CURTAIN.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, THE ENTIRE CAMPUS IS SURROUNDED BY EIGHT-FOOT HIGH 
METAL FENCING. RUSTED AND CROOKED, THE WIRE FENCING LOOMS ABOVE THE 
SURROUNDING AREA, WATCHING WHOEVER COMES AND GOES FROM THE PREMISES.

AS DAVID BEGINS TO DRIVE THE VAN FASTER UP THE SLIGHT INCLINE, THEY BEGIN 
TO SEE THE FULL EXTENT OF THE SITUATION. CREATURES SURROUND THE ENTIRE 
PLOT AND CLAW AND PULL AT THE FENCING AS IF TRYING TO GET IN TO FEED.

INT: THE VAN:

AS THEY MAKE THEIR APPROACH, THE OCCUPANTS ALL STAND INSIDE THE SMALL 
VAN AND PEER OUT THROUGH THE WINDOWS.

STEVE:

"THIS AIN'T GONNA WORK! TURN BACK, WE CAN HIDE SOMEWHERE ELSE! DAMN IT! 
TURN ROUND!"

DAVID:

"NO WAY BROTHER! THIS THING'S OUTTA GAS AND I AIN'T GONNA BE STOPPING HALF 
WAY DOWN THE ROAD OUTTA GAS! JUST USE YOUR GUN AND YOU'LL BE FINE! JUST 
DON'T LOOSE IT!"

DAVID NOW PUSHES HIS FOOT FURTHER INTO THE GAS PEDAL AND BEGINS TO STEER 
THE VAN TO AIM AT A CROWD OF VICTIMS WHO STAND AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE 
SCHOOL. THE ENGINE GROWLS AS THE REMNANTS OF GAS FLOW THROUGH AND FEED 
THE ENGINE.

DAVID:

"GET READY TO JUMP OUT! THIS IS IT."

EXT: THE HIGH SCHOOL ENTRANCE:

AS THE ENGINE SPUTTERS DRY DAVID PULLS THE VAN IN SO IT IS ADJACENT TO THE 
ENTRANCE OF THE FENCED OFF YARD.

DAVID:

"OUT, OUT, OUT! LET'S GO!"

DAVID JUMPS INTO THE BACK OF THE VAN AND RIPS THE SLIDING DOOR OPEN 
LETTING ITS OCCUPANTS POUR OUT INTO THE INFESTATION. ANDY IS FIRST OUT AND 
HEADS STRAIGHT FOT THE GATES. A LARGE STEEL PADLOCK AND THICK CHAIN 
LOCKS OFF THE SCHOOL FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD. ANDY IS AGAST WHEN HE 
SEES IT.

ANDY:

"THIS AIN'T GONNA WORK! THIS IS ALL LOCKED OFF!"

DAVID RUSHES OUT AND OVER TO ANDY, HE TAKES HOLD OF THE LOCK AND TUGS 
ON IT VICIOUSLY. HE SEES THAT IT IS STURDY AS HELL AND HE SLAMS IT BACK 
AGAINST THE FENCE.

ANDY:

"WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?"

DAVID'S FACE IS FULL OF DREAD ALL OF A SUDDEN.

DAVID:

"I DON'T KNOW MAN, BUT I THINK WE'D BETTER TAKE CARE OF IT QUICK, THEY'RE 
COMING!"

DAVID GLANCES AROUND THE IMMEDIATE VISCINITY. THE CREATURES ARE CLOSING 
IN FAST ALL ROUND THEM, IF THEY DON'T GET THE GATES OPEN, THEY'RE DONE FOR.

AS DAVID FILLS HIMSELF WITH TERROR, THE REST OF THE GROUP RUN OUT OF THE 
VAN AND OVER TO ANDY AND DAVID. THEY TURN AS WELL AND NOTICE THE 
ADVANCING HOARDS. NOW ALL THEIR FACES ARE FILLED WITH HORROR AS THEIR 
CHANCE FOR SURVIVAL SOON FADES AWAY TO A DOT.

AS THE CREATURES CONTINUE TO ADVANCE, DAVID BEGINS TO BECOME RESTLESS.

DAVID:

"SHOOT THEM! KILL 'EM ALL!"

THE OTHERS ARE QUICK TO FOLLOW HIS ORDERS AND BEGIN TO FIRE OFF CARELESS 
SHOTS AT THE CREATURES, HARDLY ANY HIT THEM IN THE HEADS, MOST EITHER 
MISS OR HIT THE CHEST AND LIMBS.

DAVID BENDS DOWN TO LOOK AT THE LOCK AGAIN, GRIPPING IT TIGHTLY.

DAVID:

"A HAIRPIN! HAIRPIN! GIVE ME A HAIRPIN SOMEBODY!"

SANDRA TURNS WHEN SHE HEARS THE PLEA AND REACHES INTO HERE HAIR, 
PULLING OUT A SMALL METAL PIN FROM HER HAIR, SHE THROWS IT TO DAVID WHO 
IS QUICK TO BEND IN OUT STRAIGHT AND THEN TWIST IT ROUND TO A SUITABLE 
SHAPE. HE JAMS THE METAL PIN INTO THE LOCK AND TWISTS AT IT MADLY, AT FIRST 
IT DOESN'T WORK BUT EVENTUALLY, THE LOCK SPRINGS OPEN LETTING THE GATES 
FLOOD OPEN INTO THE SCHOOL YARD.

DAVID:

"WE'RE IN! COME ON, GET IN NOW!"

DAVID SIGNALS FOR THE OTHERS TO FOLLOW. STEVE IS THE FIRST TO NOTICE AND 
QUICKLY ABANDONS HIS POINTLESS FIRING TO MAKE A RUN FOR THE GATE. HE 
CALLS FOR THE OTHERS.

STEVE:

"COME ON! LET'S GO!"

THE OTHERS AKNOWLEDGE HIS STRESSING AND BEGIN TO PULL BACK TOWARDS THE 
GATE, FIRING ALL THE TIME. THEN, AS THEY ALL MANAGE TO PULL THEMSELVES 
BACK INTO THE YARD, LEAVING THE USELESS TRUCK TO SIT AT THE GATES TO BE 
SWALLOWED UP BY THE ADVANCING ARMY, THEY SWING THE GATES SHUT, 
LOCKING IT SECURELY IN A HASTY FASHION.

DAVID:

"WE'RE IN! WE MADE IT!"

ANDY:

"YEAH, BUT NOT ALL OF US."

THE GROUP REMEMBERS JON'S UNTIMELY DEMISE AND THEY ALL HANG THEIR 
HEADS IN SORROW, BUT FOR FEAR OF THE HOARD GETTING TO EXCITED OVER 
SEEING THEIR DINNER STANDING AROUND, THEY BEGIN TO RUN FOR THE MAIN 
ENTRANCE TO THE SCHOOL.

EXT: THE HIGH SCHOOL ENTRANCE:

DAVID IS THE FIRST TO REACH THE ENTRANCE AND IS ALSO THE FIRST TO LOOK 
BACK AT THE ABANDONED TRUCK.

DAVID:

"DAMN IT!"

STEVE:

"WHAT?"

DAVID:

"THE TRUCK MAN, THE GOD DAMNED TRUCK IS BLOCKING THE ENTRANCE!"

THE GROUP ALL LOOK BACK TO THE BLOCKED OFF GATE, BUT ARE QUICK TO FORGET 
ABOUT IT AND YEARN TO GET INSIDE SAFELY.



ANDY:

"FORGET ABOUT IT! WE CAN'T MOVE IT NOW, JUST LEAVE IT AND LET'S GET INSIDE!"

DAVID AGRESS AND TURNS BACK TO THE DOOR, WHICH IS ALSO PADLOCKED. HE 
FUMBLES WITH THE HAIRPIN AGAIN, JAMMING IT INTO THE LOCK AND TWISTING IT 
WILDLY, FINALLY, IT POPS OPEN AND THE CHAIN CLATTERS TO THE FLOOR AS THE 
DOUBLE DOORS CREAK OPEN REVEALING A DARK, UNWELCOMING CORRIDOR. DAVID 
USHERS IN THE GROUP AND AS THEY ENTER HE WHISKS THE CHAIN OFF THE FLOOR 
AND ROUND THE HANDLES OF THE DOOR FROM THE INSIDE, FIRMLY LOCKING IT 
WITH THE HEAVY DUTY PADLOCK.

INT: THE HIGH SCHOOL MAIN CORRIDOR:

THE HALLWAY IS LONG AND DARK, THE MOON PROVIDES THE ONLY LIGHT WHICH 
DISPERSES ITSELF ACROSS THE WAXED FLOOR, SHIMMERING OFF THE SURFACE AND 
BOUNCING OFF THE DENTED, GREY LOCKERS WHICH LINE THE SIDES OF THE HALL. 
LIGHTS DANGLE DOWN FROM THE CEILING ALMOST CLAWING FOR THE HUMANS AS 
THEY ENTER AND BEGIN TO WALK DOWN THE CORRIDOR. THEIR STEPS ARE SLOW 
AND CAUTIOUS AS THEY PROCEED FURTHER DOWN THE CLAUSTROPHOBIC 
HALLWAY. THE STALE AIR ECHOES IN THE ATMOSPHERE AS THE HEATING GRATES 
PUFF OUT NOTHING AND WHEEZ WITH EXHAUSTION. THE HALLWAY IS LONG AND 
SEEMS TO GO ON FOREVER, SWALLOWING THE GROUP WHOLE AS THE ATMOSPHERE'S 
TENSE SELF SCRATCHES OUT THEIR EYES AS THE ONGOING PAIN OF THE END OF 
CIVILISATION PLAYS MERRILY ON THEIR MINDS. THEY CONTINUE TO WALK FURTHER 
INTO THE LABRINTH OF HALLS AND LOCKERS AND SCHOOL POSTERS CLAIMING 'THIS 
YEAR WE'LL WIN THE CUP!' AND 'SUPPORT YOUR SCHOOL. RUN FOR CLASS 
PRESIDENT!' THE ONGOING SLOGANS AND STALE MERRIMENT OF THE DEAD 
BUILDING SURROUND THEM AS THEY REACH THE END OF THE CORRIDOR. 

THEY GRIP THEIR GUNS TIGHTLY, DARTING THEIR EYES AROUND THE WALLS AND 
DOORS WHICH LINE UP IN ORDER ALONG THE LINE OF THE HALLWAY. DAVID 
GLANCES AT THE SCRATCHED WOODEN DOUBLE DOOR IN FRONT OF THEM.

DAVID:

"WHAT'S IN THERE?"

ANDY:

"LOOKS LIKE THE TECH DEPARTMENT. WHAT DO YOU THINK? BAG IT OR GO FOR IT?"

DAVID PAUSES FOR A MOMENT AND WIPES HIS HAND ACROSS HIS FACE AS HE 
CONSIDERS THE RISKS.

DAVID:

"YEAH. LET'S DO IT."

ANDY SIGHS WITH MILD FRIGHT BUT APPROACHES THE DOOR NONETHELESS. 

ANDY:

"OKAY, DAVID, YOU GET THE OTHER DOOR AND THE REST OF YOU, FAN OUT IN 
FRONT OF IT AND MAKE YOURSELVES READY."

THE GROUP FANS OUT AND READIES THEIR GUNS AS DAVID READIES HIMSELF AT THE 
OPPOSITE DOOR TO ANDY. THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER MOMENTARILY AND PSYCHE 
THEMSELVES UP. ANDY SIGNALS DAVID, ONE, TWO, THREE!

ANDY AND DAVID TUG THE DOORS OPEN AND DRAW THEM BACK INTO THEIR CHESTS 
WITH A GUSH OF DUSTY AIR. THE REST OF THE GROUP FLINCH AS TWO MONSTERS 
BURST FROM THE DARKENED DOORWAY. THEY GROWL AND CLAW LIKE A RABID 
DOG AND IMMEDIATELY GO FOR THE CROWD IN FRONT OF THEM. 

MARTHA IS TAKEN BY SURPRISE AS IS THE REST OF THE GROUP, SHE STUTTERS IN 
HER ACTIONS FOR A MOMENT AND LETS ONE OF THE CREATURES REACH HER AS THE 
OTHER BATTLES WITH STEVE AND SANDRA WHILE JENNY LEAPS BACK HITTING THE 
WALL OF THE CORRIDOR IN FRIGHT. 

THE FIRST CREATURE POUNCES ON MARTHA LIKE A STARVED CHEETAH CLAWS HER 
DOWN TO THE FLOOR. AS SHE STRUGGLES WITH THE MONSTER SHE LOSES HER GUN 
IN THE FRAY AND IS LEFT DEFENCELESS AGAINST HER ATTACKER. SHE BEATS ITS 
FACE AND CHEST WITH HER FISTS BUT THE RELENTLESS BEING SINKS ITS TEETH INTO 
HER NECK, TEARING AT HER JUGULAR LIKE A PREDATOR WOULD BRING DOWN ITS 
PREY. AS THE BLOOD SPATTERS AND GUSHES OUT IN TANDOM SHE GURGLES AND 
SPUTTERS IN PAIN. THE THING KEEPS ON DIGGING IN AS ITS DIRTY CLAWS ARE 
CLOAKED IN BLOOD. 

ANDY SPOTS THE CREATURE PAST THE SECOND ONE AND AS DAVID LEAPS INTO THE 
MAIN BATTLE, ANDY RUSHES OVER TO MARTHA'S AID BUT HIS HELP IS TO NO AVAIL 
AS THE CREATURE HAD FULLY TORN OUT HER THROAT. ANDY GASPS AS THE 
MONSTER BECOMES AWARE OF HIS PRESENCE BY HIS SHADOW, CAST DOWN UPON 
HIM. THE BLOOD SUCKING MONSTER LURCHES ROUND AND CREEPS TO ITS FEET. IT 
BEGINS TO GO FOR ANDY. BLAM! ANDY FIRES A BULLET STRAIGHT THROUGH THE 
MONSTER'S HEAD SPATTERING BLOOD ON THE NEARBY LOCKERS AND POSTERS. 
SLOWLY, AS THE DEAD MOUND OF FLESH HITS THE FLOOR, ANDY BACKS AWAY. 
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! DAVID RESCUES THE OTHERS AND SENDS A CASCADING 
BARRAGE OF BULLETS RIPPLING THROUGH THE OTHER CREATURE'S BODY, 
SPLATTERING ANDY'S LEFT SIDE AS HE TURNS TO FACE THE GROUP.

THE CORPSE HITS THE FLOOR AND THE GROUP COMES TO A SUDDEN REST IN THE 
MOONLIGHT. THEY ALL STARE AT ANDY AS HE SLIPS TO HIS LEFT TO REVEAL 
MARTHA'S SHATTERED BODY. THEY GASP AS THE SIGHT IS UNLEASHED UPON THEM. 

THE SIGHT FILLS STEVE'S SOUL WITH RAGE AND IMMENSE SADNESS AS THE TEARFUL 
REALITY HITS HIM LIKE A SLEDGEHAMMER. HIS FACE WELLS OVER IN TEARS AS HE 
DROPS TO THE FLOOR, LANDING ON HIS KNEES IN A SPATTERED FLOORING. HIS 
HANDS DROP BY HIS SIDE AS HIS BODY TREMBLES. HIS FACE SMEARS ITSELF WITH 
TEARS THAT HANG FOR A MOMENT ON HIS CHEEKS AND THEN FALL TO THEIR DEATH 
ON HIS OPEN HANDS. HE GASPS AGAIN RELEASING HIS FLOWING EMOTION AND 
BREAKS OUT INTO A FIT OF SADNESS. EVENTUALLY HE GATHERS A LITTLE SELF- 
CONTROL AND BEGINS TO PULL HIMSELF OVER TO MARTHA'S BODY. HE SITS, HIS 
LEGS SPRAWLED OUT LIKE A FLAWED, UNUSED PUPPET AS HE CRADLES HIS LOSS IN 
HIS QUIVERING ARMS AS HE WEEPS STRONGLY INTO HER HAIR. HE HUGS HER 
LIFELESS BODY AS TIGHTLY AS HE CAN MUSTER AND HE CONTINUES TO ROCK HER 
BACK AND FORTH AS SHE SLUMPS IN HIS GRASP. HE NOW WEEPS EVEN STRONGER 
AND CLUTCHES HER TIGHTER, HER BODY NOW QUIVERING WITH HIS AS HE DEAD 
EYES GLANCE INTO SPACE AND THE EVER AFTER.

DAVID SIGNALS TO THE OTHERS TO FOLLOW HIM INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE TECH 
DEPARTMENT TO ALLOW SOME GREIF TO BE RELEASED UNWATCHED. THEY TURN 
THE CORNER AND GIVE TIME FOR STEVE. THEY ALL FEEL WHAT HE DOES AND CAN 
BEARLY LET THEMSELVES GO FOR THE SITUATION, THEY ALL GLANCE AT THE FLOOR 
AND HOLD THEIR THOUGHTS IN SILENT, UNURGED PRAYER.

AS STEVE CONTINUES TO WEEP FOR HIS LOSS HE IS COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF THE 
ADVANCING SHADOW ON THE FLOOR. IT SILENTLY CREEPS UP ON HIM AS HIS TEARS 
FLOW FROM HIS LIFELESS, WANTING EYES. 

SUDDENLY A SCREAM SHATTERS THE PRAYER AND THE OTHERS STARTLE 
THEMSELVES AWAKE AGAIN. THEIR EYES WIDEN IN TERROR. DAVID DASHES 
AROUND THE CORNER AND ALMOST VOMITS FROM THE WAVE OF DREADFULLNESS, 
WHICH HITS HIM SUDDENLY. 

INT: THE HIGH SCHOOL TECH DEPARTMENT:

THE GROUP WAITS AROUND THE CORNER AS THEY HEAR MUMBLED GROANS AND 
DEEP, ECHOEING BREATHS. BLAM! A SINGLE GUNSHOT BLASTS THROUGH THE AIR 
AND RICOCHETS AROUND THE BUILDING AWAKENING THE WALLS AND 
SURROUNDINGS TO THE HAPPENINGS. THE GROUP LOOKS OVER TO THE SHAFT OF 
LIGHT WHICH ENTERS THROUGH THE DOUBLE DOOR AND THEY SEE DAVID ENTER 
AGAIN. HE HOLSTERS HIS WEAPON AND SLOWLY TURNS, KEEPING HIS EYES LOCKED 
ON THE FLOOR IN AN ATTEMPT TO AVOID AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE THE SIGHT WHICH 
AWAITS BEYOND THE DOOR WAY. HE REACHES FOR THE DOOR HANDLES AND PULLS 
THEM CLOSED SLOWLY IN SORROW ENGULFED PAIN. THEY SLIDE TOGETHER 
QUIETLY AND SHUT THE AREA OFF FROM THE REST OF THE SCHOOL. AS DAVID 
COMES TO A REST HE SPOTS A TIMBER OF WOOD. HE GRABS IT AND SLOWLY SLIDES 
IT IN THROUGH THE DOOR HANDLES TO SEAL THE DOOR SAFELY. 

HE TURNS TO FACE THE GROUP AND GIVES THEM AN UNEMOTIONALLY FILLED 
GLANCE OF EMOTION AND SOFT RAGE. HE THEN STARTS OFF DOWN THE HALLWAY, 
IMMERSING HIMSELF INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE UNFORGIVING BUILDING. AS HE 
WONDERS OFF, THE OTHERS FOLLOW ON AFTER HIM AS THE KNOWLEDGE THEY 
UNWANTINGLY HOLD CLAMBERS ABOUT THEIR CONSCIENCE.

INT: THE HIGH SCHOOL TECH DEPARTMENT:

THEY WALKED DOWN ANOTHER DARKENED HALLWAY, THE LOWER HALF OF THE 
WALLS WAS COATED WITH SHEETS OF STEEL. THEY WERE SCRATCHED, AND PAINT 
WAS DRIBBLED DOWN SOME COMING TO A SMALL COLOURED POOL AT THE BOTTOM. 
THEY WERE ALL FRIGHTENED, EVERY SHADOW DEPICTED ANOTHER POSSIBLILITY, 
ANOTHER DEATH, LESS HOPE OF SURVIVAL.

EVENTUALLY THE GROUP CAME TO ANOTHER SET OF DOUBLE DOORS. A STEEL SIGN 
WITH BLACK BOLD LETTERING WAS SCREWED TO THE WOODEN DOOR, IT READ 
'ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT.' 

DAVID WALKS UP TO THE DOOR FIRST AND PUTS HIS EAR NEXT TO IT. HE LISTENS 
FOR A MOMENT AND THEN SIGNALS TO THE GROUP TO COME CLOSER TO HIM. THE 
GROUP GATHERS ROUND WHILE ANDY GIVES JENNY A HELPING HAND TO STEADY 
HER MOVEMENT.

DAVID:

"THIS HERE'S THE ENGINEERING ROOM, THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE THAT THERE'S A 
CAR IN THERE. AND, HOPEFULLY, WE CAN USE IT, OTHERWISE WE'RE GONNA HAVE 
TO COME UP WITH SOME OTHER PLAN. SO IF NOBODY HAS ANY BETTER IDEAS, I 
SUGGEST WE MOVE ON. WE'VE ALREADY LOST TWO, I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN 
TO THE REST OF US. ANDY, GRAB THE OTHER DOOR HANDLE. WE GO ON MY COUNT, 
SANDRA, GET YOUR GUN READY. JENNY? ARE YOU GOOD?"

JENNY:

"FINE, JUST OPEN THE DOOR SO WE CAN ALL GET OUT OF HERE."

THEY ALL TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND ONCE AGAIN THEY PSYCHE THEMSELVES UP. 
THE THOUGHTS OF LAST TIME STILL PLAYING ON THEIR MINDS.

DAVID SIGNALS TO ANDY. THREE, TWO, ONE!

THE DOORS BURST OPEN AND A SUDDEN RUSH OF OILISH AIR SPEWS OUT FROM THE 
ROOM. NOTHING ELSE FOLLOWS, SAFETY.

THEY ALL SIGH WITH RELIEF. DAVID IS THE FIRST TO ENTER. SLOWLY AT FIRST, BUT 
THEN AS HE REACHES FOR THE LIGHT, ILLUMINATING THE ROOM, HE EASES HIMSELF 
AND SIGNALS TO THE GROUP TO COME IN. SANDRA FOLLOWS DAVID IN FIRST 
FOLLOWED BY ANDY AND JENNY. 

INT: THE HIGH SCHOOL ENGINEERING ROOM:

THEY ARE ALL NOW IN THE ROOM, ANDY CLOSES AND LOCKS THE DOOR BEHIND 
THEM ENCLOSING THEM INTO THE FINAL ROOM OF THE SCHOOL. TOOLS AND 
WORKBENCHS ARE LITTERED ABOUT THE ROOM. THE FLOOR IS OIL STAINED AND 
SCRAPS OF SHEET METAL AND ASSORTED SHARDS OF GLASS AND WIRE COVER THE 
UNEVEN SURFACE OF THE FLOORING. THE WALLS ARE HIGH AND GIVE A SENSE OF 
SPACE TO THE SEEMINGLY CLAUSTROPHOBIC ROOM. STRIP LIGHTS HANG FROM THE 
HIGH CEILINGS AND FLICKER SLIGHTLY AS THEY SWAY DUE TO THE SUDDEN RUSH 
OF FRESH AIR, WHICH SWAM AROUND THE ROOM ON THEIR ENTRANCE. THE 
WINDOWS ARE HIGH AND CAN NOT LET ANYTHING IN, OR OUT. THERE IS ONLY ONE 
OTHER DOOR TO THE ROOM WHICH OPENS OUT ONTO THE REAR COURTYARD OF THE 
SCHOOL. IT IS MADE FROM THICK STEEL AND HANGS FROM THE RUNNERS LIKE A 
METAL CURTAIN, STAINED AND SCRATCHED, STUDENT MESSAGES AND INSULTING 
LYRICS ARE SCRATCHED INTO THE SURFACE WHILE TO THE LEFT SITS A PICK UP 
TRUCK. 

THE HOOD OF THE TRUCK IS OPEN AND REVEALS SOME LIGHT WORK HAS BEEN 
CONDUCTED ON IT, BUT EVERYTHING SEEMS OKAY. THE WINDOWS ARE DIRTY AND 
SMEARED WITH GRIME, THE TYRES ARE BALD AND THE BODYWORK IS RUSTED 
THROUGH COMPLETELY IN PARTS.

DAVID:

"ITS NO LIMOSINE BUT IT'LL DO US FINE. BETTER CHECK TO SEE IF IT'S RUNNING."

DAVID WONDERS OVER TO THE CAR AND DIVES HIS HEAD UNDER THE BONET. HE 
DARTS HIS EYES ABOUT THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE ENGINE. WITHOUT LOOKING 
BACK AT THE OTHERS HE LIFTS HIS LEFT ARM AND GIVES THEM THE THUMBS UP. THE 
GROUP SIGH WITH A LITTLE MORE RELIEF WHILE DAVID WITHDRAWS HIMSELF FROM 
THE VEHICLE AND STEPS AROUND THE SIDE. HE SQUATS DOWN AND LIFTS THE KEYS 
OFF THE TYRE. HE CUPS THEM IN HIS HAND AND PROCEEDS TO OPEN THE DOOR AND 
JUMP IN. AS THE GROUP WATCHES HIM THEY HOPE TO GOD IT WORKS.

SWIFTLY, DAVID SLIDES THE KEYS INTO THE IGNITION AND TURNS THEM. THE 
ENGINE SPUTTERS AND COUGHS WHILE THE REMAINING HEADLIGHT ON THE FRONT 
FLICKERS ON AND OFF WITH THE LITTLE POWER IT HAS LEFT FROM THE BATTERY. 

DAVID TRIES AGAIN, THE ENGINE SPUTTERS ONCE MORE. HE TRIES AGAIN AND 
AGAIN AND AGAIN. THE GROUP BEGIN TO LOSE HOPE.

DAVID:

"COME ON YOU PIECE OF."
HE TURNS THE KEY ONCE MORE.

THE ENGINE COUGHS AGAIN AND DAVID PRESSES ON THE GAS. IT NOW COUGHS 
DEEPER AND THE ENGINE BEGINS TO GURGLE WITH A GLIMMER OF LIFE. THEN, THE 
ENGINE SPIRTS INTO LIFE AND SENDS A CLOUD OF DIRTY FUMES INTO THE STALE 
AIR.

DAVID:

"YES! IT WORKS! IT WORKS!"

DAVID LEAPS OUT OF THE CAR AND SIGNALS TO THE OTHERS TO GET IN. BUT AS 
THEY BEGIN TO MOVE THEY NOTICE THE MAIN DOOR JIGGLES SLIGHTLY. IT STOPS. 
THEN IT JIGGLES ONCE MORE, AND AGAIN AND SLOWLY A WHISPY SOUND OF SORE 
BREATHING AND GROANING STARTS TO EMERGE FROM UNDER THE FRAME.

ANDY: 

"DAMMIT! THEY KNOW WE'RE IN HERE!"

DAVID:

"WELL, NOT MUCH WE CAN DO NOW, THOSE THINGS WILL BE IN HERE IN NO TIME. 
GET A MOVE ON."

SUDDENLY JENNY SLUMPS AND COLLAPSES TO THE FLOOR. SHE'S OUT COLD. ANDY 
GASPS AND SQUATS DOWN TO TAKE HOLD OF HER. HE CALLS HER NAME TO TRY TO 
AWAKEN HER BUT IT'S NO GOOD, SHE'S GONE INTO A COMA.

DAVID SIGNALS FOR THEM TO MOVE AND GET IN THE TRUCK. 

DAVID:

"ANDY, YOU DRIVE THE TRUCK, ME AND SANDRA WILL CRANK OPEN THEM DOORS. 
YOU DRIVE THE TRUCK THROUGH THE DOOR SLOW ENOUGH FOR US TO GET IN AND 
WE'LL BE OFF AND HOME FREE, GOT IT?"

ANDY NODS AS HE SLIDES JENNY INTO THE PASSENGER SEAT. HE CLOSES THE DOOR 
AND GUNS THE ENGINE A COUPLE OF TIMES. 

ANDY:

"GOOD TO GO HERE. LET'S DO IT."

DAVID NODS AND THEN SIGNALS TO SANDRA TO GET HERSELF READY. ANDY 
REVERSES THE TRUCK BACK AND THEN TURNS IT AND POSITIONS IT IN FRONT OF THE 
STEEL DOORS. HE REVS THE ENGINE A COUPLE MORE TIMES, HE NODS TO DAVID. 

DAVID THEN LOOKS OVER TO SANDRA.

DAVID:

"YOU READY? GOOD. ON MY COUNT. ONE.TWOTHREE!"

DAVID AND SANDRA TUG ON THEIR DOORS HARSHLY AND THEY SLOWLY BEGIN TO 
SLIDE OPEN REVEALING THE OUTSIDE DARKNESS. CREATURES ARE SCATTERED 
ABOUT THE REAR COURTYARD AND QUICKLY BECOME AWARE OF THE ACTION, BUT 
AS DAVID AND SANDRA FINSISH OPENING THE DOORS, THE CLOSEST VICTIMS 
MANAGE TO BREAK IN. 

ANDY GASPS AS HE SEES THE THINGS BREAK IN. A MOMENT OF INSANITY BREAKS 
LOOSE AND A GROUP OF THE BLOODSUCKERS GRAB SANDRA. SHE SCREAMS AND 
WAILS AS THEY PULL HER INTO THEIR WAKE, SMOTHERING HER IN THEIR DEATHLY 
GRASP.

DAVID CAN'T BELIEVE HIS EYES, THE END HAS COME. IT'S HIS TIME NOW, HE'S AS 
GOOD AS DEAD, HE FREEZES AS SANDRA DISAPPEARS INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE 
MASS. THEN SUDDENLY, THREE OF THE CREATURES GRAB DAVID. ONE TAKES A 
CHUNK OUT OF HIS CHEST, ANOTHER HIS THROAT, AND THE FINAL ONE RIPS INTO HIS 
RIGHT ARM. AS THE BLOOD BEGINS TO FLOW AND SPLATTER OUT, TINKLING TO THE 
FLOOR AS THE PAIN GUSHES OUT OF HIM WHILST IT RAVAGES HIS SELF, THE 
CREATURES PULL HIM TO THE FLOOR AND CONTINUE TO TEAR AND RIP AT HIM.

ANDY SITS BOLT UP AND STARES OUT OF THE WINDSHIELD. DAVID MOUTHS TO HIM, 
'GO, GO.' ANDY NODS SLOWLY, STILL SHOCKED AND GAGGING FROM THE SUDDEN 
ONSLAUGHT. HE GRIPS THE STEERING WHEEL TIGHT IN HIS HANDS AND POPS THE 
TRUCK INTO GEAR. THEN HE SLAMS DOWN ON THE ACCELORATOR AND ROARS THE 
TRUCK OUT OF THE BUILDING AND INTO THE COURTYARD.

EXT: THE HIGH SCHOOL REAR COURTYARD:

AS THE TRUCK BOLTS OUT OF THE DOORWAY, DAVID SLIPS OUT OF LIFE AND SLUMPS 
TO THE GROUND. MORE OF THE CREATURES THEN BEGIN TO CROWD IN ON HIS 
LIFELESS BODY AND RIP INTO HIM TO FEED.

THE PICK-UP SWERVES AND CAREERS AROUND THE COURTYARD, NARROWLY 
MISSING SEVERAL CREATURES AS IT DRIVES THROUGH AT SPEED. THE GREY FACED 
VICTIMS STAGGER AND WOBBLE ABOUT AS IF THEIR CENTRE OF GRAVITY WAS 
ASKEW. AN OMINOUS COLLECTIVE GROAN FILLS THE AIR ALMOST DROWNING OUT 
THE SOUND OF THE TRUCK'S ENGINE. 

THE MANY FIGURES WHICH POPULATE THE YARD ARE ALL GREY FACED AND 
INTERMINGLE IN AND OUT OF EACH OTHER. THEIR FINGERS ARE BLACKENED AND 
CLENCHED, THEIR POSTURE STIFF AND UNCOORDINATED. HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE 
ON THE SMALL TOWN. 

ANDY DRIVES THE TRUCK MADLY THROUGH THE MASS OF DEATHLY FIGURES, HE 
JUST ABOUT SEES THE GLIMMER OF LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IN HIS 
EXCITEMENT. HE GRINS WITH GRIM PLEASURE AS HE KNOCKS A COUPLE OF THE 
THINGS DOWN TO THE FLOOR. THEY GROAN AND WAIL AS THEY SMASH THEIR HEADS 
AND STIFF LIMBS AGAINST THE CONCRETE, STRUGGLING TO REGAIN THEIR STANCE 
AFTER THEY HAVE FALLEN.

THE ENGINE ROARS GLEEFULLY AND THEY HAVE NEARLY REACHED THE MAIN 
ROAD. 

ANDY:

"JENNY! WE'VE DONE IT! WE'VE DONE IT!"

ANDY PRESSES FURTHER DOWN ON THE ACCELORATOR AS THE END IS NIGH. CRASH! 
THE TRUCK POWERS THROUGH THE WOODEN GATE AT THE END OF THE COURTYARD, 
SENDING SHARDS OF SPLINTERED WOOD CASCADING THROUGH THE DEAD AIR. 
THEY'RE OUT, ANDY AND JENNY HAVE BROKEN OUT AND ARE TEARING DOWN THE 
ROAD.

EXT: THE MAIN ROAD:

THE TRUCK BEGINS TO DISAPPEAR INTO THE MOONLIT DARKNESS. IT IS TRAVELLING 
STRAIGHT DOWN THE ROAD. SUDDENLY IT SWERVES TO THE RIGHT, THEN TURNS TO 
THE LEFT AS IT PICKS UP FURTHER SPEED.

CRASH! THE TRUCK PLOWS INTO A SOLITARY TREE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. 
SMOKE PILES ITS WAY OUT OF THE DENTED HOOD FILLING THE AIR WITH A DARK 
TOWER OF SMOKE. THE HORN BLASTS OUT INTO THE COLD, DEAD NIGHT, ECHOEING 
INTO THE UNKNOWN.
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