Say Goodbye to America/Special 6

The Light at the End of the Tunnel
Izzy: It’s Morning. We should keep going… Carter, are you awake?

Izzy searches and feels inside the tent for any sign of Carter, but to no avail. She begins to worry, and quickly grabs her M1911 and walks out of the tent

Izzy: Carter!... Carter!!

Carter: Are you stupid, insane or both? You know you shouldn’t yell, especially in an open field. This is one of the most dangerous spots in the world

Izzy: Where were you?

Carter: I … uh… had to use the restroom. Don’t worry, I took the purell bottle

Izzy: Alright… we should keep going. Maybe find a more comfy hill to sleep on tonight

Carter: I hope not to sleep on a hill at all. I hope we find our people, sleep in the cars and drive the fuck out of here. I hate looking at the goddamn trees everywhere I go; listening to them leaves rustle in the wind, it sounds much like footsteps getting ever so closer and I freak out. At least we can smell the rotting men whenever they’re 2 miles away

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Izzy: Can we just go already?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carter: Sure thing

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">They quickly pack up their things and begin their journey onward

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carter: I never asked… where’d you even find the tent?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Lucie! LUCIE!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler pounds on the door with such force the people upstairs here the commotion, but decide to ignore it

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jake: It’s alright son. We’ll get out of here

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wouldn’t be so sure about that”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Who the hell are you?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: Name’s Parker. That’s Jessie. And … the little boy is

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucas: Dad! Grandpa!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucas runs towards his father, nearly taking him down. Tears stream down both of their faces

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jessie: You were saying...?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: Right, as I was saying, all attempts at escape have been fruitless. We lost one just yesterday. Beware of Austin, the old guy. If he looks at you funny, you’re fucked. The boy has already met him. He killed Trey, hell, he’ll kill anyone

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jake: Where are they taking my daughter and granddaughter?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jessie: With any luck, they won’t suffer. How old?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jake: She’s in her thirties, and my granddaughter is 7

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: They won’t kill them. They’ll keep the little girl, there’s a few children that run around here. But they might rape your daughter mister… uh…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jake: Mr. Harmon. Jake. Lucie is my daughter, and Tyler is my son-in-law

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: What will they do to Lucie?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: I doubt they’ll rape her. They might her around. Heard talk of a Malcolm, anyone you know?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Never heard of him

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: Then your wife might be fine. She might be enlisted, into an unbeatable army of the living in order to fight the mindless army of the undead. That’s Scott’s plan

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Why are you down here?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jessie: Tried to overthrow him after the murder of our friend. He locked us away

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The door creaks open and a tall figure walks down the stairs holding plates of food

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Pike: Alright. It is time for dinner. I’ve got sandwiches galore

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler takes a peanut butter sandwich for both he and his son

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Thank you

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Pike nods and walks back up the stairs, closing the door when he gets to the top

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: That’s Pike. He’s a good guy. The guards are Ryan and Benny. Pike will normally be in the kitchen making the meals. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. He’s a good kid

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Jake! Jake!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler’s screams awake the other three. Jake is not responsive and twitching all over the place. He tries to say something, but the only thing he can make is the gallons of saliva flowing out of his mouth. He is gasping for air. And then he stops. And they wait. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Thirty seconds. After a minute, they declare he is dead. Lucas runs to his grandfather’s side, tears streaming down his face. Tyler walks to the corner of the room. Parker and Jessie look at each other, and comfort the other two

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Scott: Welcome to weapons training! Today, we have two guests: Joel Masterson and Lucie… uh…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: Thymes

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Scott: Lucie Thymes! Joel and Lucie, why don’t you say hello to regulars? This is Ted O’neil. The asian one is Joe Wang,  the girl is Nora and her older brother Vincent, the blonde man is Zachary and the readhead is Alicia, and then we have Todd Meyer

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Group: Hello!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Scott: And the old guy teaching you all is Austin

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Scott then turns to Lucie and whispers in her ear <span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Scott: Remember… If I hear that you shoot anyone, I will kill your whole family. Just a word of warning

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Alright trainees, today we are going to go over which eyes our dominant eyes are. Questions?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Zachary: Yeah. When do we actually get to put ammo in our guns?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Don’t get too far ahead. That’s for tomorrow.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nora: Why won’t you give us ammo?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Because you aren’t ready. Why waste ammo if we can easily point and get the same effect?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Joel: What about melee weapons?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: We will use those, yes

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: What if we know how to use our guns already?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin looks at her with a puzzled look

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Alright, pretty lady. Why don’t you show the class? There’s a rotter out in that field. Take my gun. It’s fully loaded

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin hands her his gun. She takes it and quickly aims at the walker’s head. It is no more than 50 yards away. She takes aim, breathes in, and pulls the trigger on the out breath. It is a perfect shot. But the walker doesn’t go down. Instead, it directs its attention towards the group

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: You missed. Hand me the gun

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: Hold on one second

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She takes aim again, and waits till it is no more than 500 feet away. The she pulls the trigger. The walker is down before the sound is triggered

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: You got lucky. That’s all. But this isn’t just for pistols. This is for all weapons. Combat ARs, SMGs and even melee weapons, as well as self defense. Take a machete

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She walks to the table and picks one up. Austin does the same

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Hit me with it

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She is taken aback by his request and asks he repeat it

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Go on. Hit me

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Todd: Austin, you serious?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: I… I don’t think I can

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Go on. I know you want to. Think about it. I’ve been a jerk to you in the ten minutes or so we’ve known each other. Hit me

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She does not

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Hit me!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She does not

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: HIT ME!!!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She yells and swings at him. He blocks the shot to his neck with his own machete and swings her around. He takes the machete from her hands

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Don’t move

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He fakes three cuts on her body. One on her back, one on her arm and one on her neck

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: And that, is how to defend yourself with a machete. Now, who can tell me why I “cut” three times?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Vincent: She only has two arms. Can’t stop all the bleeding

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Good

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He looks to Lucie

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: You have a lot to learn, girlie

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucas is still crying by his grandfather’s side when Jake’s finger starts to move, then his hand. Then his whole arm grabs the boy by his hair. Tyler doesn’t notice until the screaming starts. Jake has the boy’s nose by his mouth. Then the nose is no more. The screaming wakes the guards and Tyler

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucas: AAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH! Dad! HELP!!!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler runs to his son’s aid as the door swings open and Benny runs downstairs and aims his gun towards Jessie and Parker, who hold their arms in the air. Benny doesn’t notice Jake stand up and come behind him

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Benny: Nobody move! Where’s the screaming coming from?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jessie: Behind you!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Benny doesn’t get a chance to turn around before the clamping jaws of Jake find their way into the squishy part between his shoulder and his neck and tear out flesh. Ryan runs after him and takes aim with his pistol

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">BLAM BLAM

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan shoots both Jake and Benny in their heads. By now Pike and Calloway, as well as other survivors crowd around the basement

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan: Alright. Everyone calm the fuck down. Where’s the sumbitch that bit the old man

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: No bites. The old man died from something

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Calloway: And you didn’t call us down?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Parker: Wha…?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Pike: Don’t you know? When they die, they turn. No matter what

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan looks towards Tyler’s direction

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan: fucking shit

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He walks towards Tyler, holding his unresponsive son

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: He’s not dead. Maybe in shock or something

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan: We can’t risk more death. I need to put him down

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: No

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan: Sir, it will save other liv…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: No! He is my son. Give me the gun

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ryan is hesitant to do so, and Calloway has his at the ready. Tyler aims at the boy’s head. He pulls the trigger

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Alright trainees! Last week was an interesting week. We got ammo, and learned the best maneuvers for taking out a walker with a knife. Today, however, Scott has asked that we go on a supply run. He told me to go on a seven day journey, that way we can get as much as we can with the number of people we have. I’ve asked that Hallie, Nancy, Mark and Peter join us

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carter: It’s been a little more than a week. I don’t think we are going to find them

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Izzy: Perk up, champ, just have a little faith. We’ll find my brother. We’ll find Lucie and the rest

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carter: I hope wherever they are… they have food. I’m starved

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just then, a gun is cocked near him. He jumps up quickly

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carter: Who are you?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Peter: Austin! We found some stragglers

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin runs up the hill to meet Peter, Alicia and Hallie

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Who are they?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Hallie: We don’t know

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Izzy: Carter… what’s happening?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Alicia: We aren’t gonna hurt you, just on a supply run

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The rest of the group makes it up the hill. Then Lucie sees Izzy. Then Carter. She runs towards them

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: I am so happy to see you both. What happened to Thomas?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Izzy shakes her head

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nancy: You know these people?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Lucie: Yes

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Can they help us on our supply run?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Izzy: If you won’t kill us, I’m game

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carter: As am I

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Austin: Alright. Trainees! Others! We’re Oscar Mike

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler, Parker and Jessie are in the basement when they hear two shots and the door is swung open. Pike and Ryan toss a man inside. Tyler looks up

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: Who’s the fresh fish?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jessie: Some old dude. He won’t last

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The man looks up to see the trio staring at him

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Who are you?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.8857142857142857;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;"><span style="font-size:14px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tyler: We’re prisoners. Name’s Tyler. That’s Parker and Jessie

Jack: Jack Blake

Credits
<p style="text-align:center;">Tyler Thymes

<p style="text-align:center;">Lucie Thymes

<p style="text-align:center;">Lucas Tymes

<p style="text-align:center;">Scott

<p style="text-align:center;">Austin

<p style="text-align:center;">Joel Masterson

<p style="text-align:center;">Ted O'Neil

<p style="text-align:center;">Carter Andrews

<p style="text-align:center;">Izzy Milton

<p style="text-align:center;">Vincent

<p style="text-align:center;">Nora

<p style="text-align:center;">Joe Wang

<p style="text-align:center;">Zachary Tompkins

<p style="text-align:center;">Alicia Monet

<p style="text-align:center;">Todd Meyers

<p style="text-align:center;">Peter

<p style="text-align:center;">Hallie

<p style="text-align:center;">Nancy

<p style="text-align:center;">Pike

<p style="text-align:center;">Ryan

<p style="text-align:center;">Benny

<p style="text-align:center;">Calloway

<p style="text-align:center;">Cindy Thymes (Mentioned only)

<p style="text-align:center;">Mark (No Lines)

<p style="text-align:center;">Gale (Gunshots only)

<p style="text-align:center;">Jake Harmon (Alive and Zombified)

<p style="text-align:center;">Jack Blake

Deaths
<p style="text-align:center;">Lucas Thymes

<p style="text-align:center;">Jake Harmon (Alive and Zombified)

<p style="text-align:center;">Gale (Off-Screen)

<p style="text-align:center;">Benny

Trivia

 * First Appearance of Joel Masterson
 * First Appearance of Peter
 * First Appearance of Joe Wang
 * First Appearance of Nora
 * First Appearance of Todd Meyers
 * First Appearance of Zachary Tompkins
 * First Appearance of Alicia Monet
 * First Appearance of Nancy
 * First Appearance of Mark
 * First Appearance of Hallie
 * Last Appearance of Jake Harmon
 * Last Appearance of Lucas Thymes
 * First (and Last) Appearance of Benny
 * This is Part 3 of "The Unbeatable Army" storyline, starting with "Before the Storm" and "The Middle of Nowhere"