Say Goodbye To America/Scatter 1

Todd: Holy Shit! Luke run

Luke: Fuck!

''Todd Andrews and Luke O’Hara trip a wire while rummaging through an abandoned store two days into the zombie apocalypse. They failed to check the area before coming in, as they had no intent of staying long. ''

Todd: I told you this area was dangerous. Watch your fucking surroundings

Luke: Look; I’m sorry, I was being careless

Todd: We have all of five minutes to grab what we need for the group and get the hell out of here

Luke: We have less than that. Look. They’ve broken through

''Windows smash as the walkers break into the area. Luke and Todd fire what little ammo they have with their M1911s. it does little damage. They come in through the back and all sides ''

Todd: Hop into the roof, we can get out from there

Luke: Shit. How do we get up there?

Todd: Climb out of here

''They jump onto the shelves of food and other goods. Todd cuts open a hole in the ceiling and rips open a big enough hole for both of them to fit through. He throws up the bag of supplies and Luke hands Todd the other bag. Luke begins to climb up the shelves, and looses his footing. ''

Todd: Oh Shit! Hold on Luke

''Todd reaches for Luke’s hand and Luke tries to meet it. Suddenly, a walker grabs his ankle and tries to pull Luke down. All of the walkers in the area grab and pull at Luke’s leg, and Luke pulls down on the shelf. Both of them topple over ''

Luke: AAUUGGHH! Todd! Get the fuck out of here now!

''Todd slips through the hole in the ceiling, and runs, trying to ignore the sounds of his screaming friend ''

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: How long do you think they’ll be?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Tara: Not long I hope

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Harold needs those supplies

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Don’t worry; they’ll be back

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: How do you know they’ll be back?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: They always come back

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: The world changed, and it still is

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Don’t be so pessimistic

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: World’s gone to shit, if you haven’t noticed. People are dying every day. Todd and Luke have a possibility of being some

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Only Luke though

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Todd stands blood-spattered holding bags of supplies. He stands alone, frowning and staring at his shoes ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Tara: Where’s Luke?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Dead. He fell into a pile of walkers. They devoured him

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Pessimistic, am I? I’m more of a fortune teller than anything else

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Shut up

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Because I’m right

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Because you’re a dick

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Shut the FUCK up, now! No time for this shit. Luke was killed by a horde inside the store. He fell into a pile of them who devoured him. He saved my life by giving his own. He saved all of us by getting the meds and food and supplies we need

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Two days. Two deaths

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Didn’t expect this at all

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Harold: Thank god for the supplies though

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Yea. You feeling alright buddy?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Harold: As good as I’ll get to be

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Crickets chirp as the night falls upon them. Harold’s snoring is the only thing that keeps Mark awake, as he watches for walkers. The faint glow of a candle in the deafening rain as well. He can’t help but feel something is wrong. He sees a figure walk into the tent. He brushes it off. Suddenly the snoring stops. Mark has no idea why until the morning ''

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Tara: Holy Shit. Help, Someone help!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Everyone runs towards the sound of Tara’s screams. They see her cowering in fear from Harold, who walks in a maladroit state. He has a Swiss army knife sticking in his neck ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: What the fuck? What happened?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: What do you think? He’s a walker

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: How can you tell?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Look at him. Bumbling dumbass look, missing pupils, looks to be dead. Come on people take a look. Watch the world around you as it crumbles, maybe you’ll see some things, huh?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: How’d he turn then?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Tara: Hell if I know

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Look at the knife. The only cause we knew was a bite. Till now. I guess, then, die and turn

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Tara: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: He was stabbed in the neck. If you destroy the brain of zombies, then maybe destroying the brain of people works as well. Just so we know

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Well who did it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Did what?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Killed Harold?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: I don’t know, but…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Todd pulls out a gun and shoots Harold in the head ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: We’ll find out

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: So, Mark. You were watching guard last night, right

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Yes

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: So what happened to Harold, then?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: His snoring kept me awake. I saw a figure go inside, then the snoring stopped. It was loud enough to have me hear the snoring through the rain

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: So you didn’t kill him. What happened after the snoring stopped

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: I assumed he woke up and stopped. Nothing else

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Alright then

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: You don’t believe this shit; do you Todd?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Sit your god dammed ass down right now. You know what? Phillip, tell your side of the story. As you seem to know that he was a walker

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: He just looked like one

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: So?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: So nothing. I just assumed. He looked like one didn’t he? Hell it could be Rain

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: What about Tara?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Tara: What about Marlton, huh?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: What about you, Todd? How do we know it wasn’t you?

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Todd scratches his head. Was it me? He thinks to himself. Did I do it? No, he shrugs off. Harold was my friend; I couldn’t had done it. He looks into the shadows and hears a rustle. A baby dear comes crawling out of the forest. It sees Todd and runs off. Behind him, another figure lurks into the tent of someone else. Their force, plus the quickness of the stab, means that Todd hears nothing. Knows nothing until the morning ''

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Fuck! Not again!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Todd, Marlton, Phillip and Mark run to find Tara with a knife in her skull ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Who did this? Who fucking did this?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: You know who. You, right?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Me, why me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Yeah, why Rain

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: You discovered her body first. Maybe she killed Harold and you killed her. Maybe because you knew

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Ok. 1, I knew nothing of Harold’s murder. 2, Tara probably wouldn’t tell me. And 3, I wouldn’t kill my best friend; I’d have someone else do it. I can’t kill anyone without having to shoot myself

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Could’ve been you, Phillip

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Could’ve been you, Jackass

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: My hands are clean. Yours aren’t. You said you knew someone was not going to return, and Luke didn’t return. You said you knew Harold was a zombie. He was. And you blamed other people for Tara’s death first. Sounds like a murderer’s story to me

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: I wouldn’t kill her. Nor would I kill Harold. They’re my friends

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Put it to a vote. All vote for Phillip Guilty, raise your hands

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Three hands go up 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: All for not guilty

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Only Phillip’s hand goes up 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: I abstain from a vote

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Well then. Lock him in a tent. We’ll decide what to do tomorrow

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: How about exile, or death?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: We’ll decide… what to do… tomorrow

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Marlton hold the rifle close to his chest as he watches the surroundings for any walkers. A baby deer comes out of the forest ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Hello there little fella

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of carrots and a Swiss army knife. He takes out one of the carrots and starts to peel it with the knife. He misses the carrot and cuts his finger. He cuts off his pointer and it starts to bleed on the ground ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Shit

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''A twig snaps behind him. The deer runs away ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: It’s ok, Todd. It’s just a scratch. Nothing more

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''He hears heavy breathing and shuffling steps behind him ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Todd?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''He turns around to see a walker standing right behind him. Before he reacts, the walker grabs hold of him and bites down and rips off the small part of his skin around his neck. He screams in pain and grabs his gun. He pulls the trigger five times. It wakes up every one in the camp ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Holy fuck, Marlton!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Damn, what happened?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: What the fuck do you think happened, Asshole? I’ve been bitten by a god damned Walker.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: He’s not going to make it

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: How’d you get out?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Think I wasn’t able to get out of that tent? It’s a tent, dumbass. It isn’t supposed to keep people in or out, it is supposed to put a roof over your head. I can get out

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Not to prove your innocence?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: What are you talking about?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: I killed them both. First to save Harold, then to save myself

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: And you framed me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Marlton: Yes. You saw how Harold was. He looked too sick to continue. Tara blamed me, and I had to make sure no one believed her

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: You sick bastard!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''He pulls out his Derringer and points it at Marlton’s head ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Put the fucking gun away, Phillip

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: He’ll turn anyway

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Let him. Let’s move camp, right now

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Alright, I’ll take Marlton’s carrots

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Why are we leaving?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: One, Marlton will turn, and Two, he fired bullets, which will attract walkers

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Let’s move on out then

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''They pack up everything by the crack of dawn, and slowly walk away from the camp, as a nine-fingered walker walks slowly behind them. They walk for at least a few hours. They come across a small, quaint neighborhood, full of a dozen houses. They settle down for the day in the first house, taking out a couple walkers. They find the first house to be quiet and full of bedrooms. They sleep well into the night. Unaware of the massive horde of zombies coming their way. ''

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Kroom

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Kroom

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Kroom

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: What the fuck is that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Kroom

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Kroom

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Crash

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Walkers. Mother fuckers followed us all the way here

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: How?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Marlton’s gun going off

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: We slept to late. We gotta move now. There’s a car out in the garage

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Will they let us get there?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Walkers begin to break through the door ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Nope

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: I found an AUG and a few shotguns in the attic. These people were prepared for the worst and never used them

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: I’ll take the AUG

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: My Derringer has been fine so far

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: Use it as a Side Arm then

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Fine then

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Let’s go then

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: We need to make it into the garage firstly, and then make it out

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: I’ll lead; I have the best weapon

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: I’ll watch our asses

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: There’s too fucking many of them, we can’t hold them all off of us

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Just get to the car, cowboy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Rain: I think we’ve almost paved a way through

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Mark: Help Me!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''Rain turns around to find mark cornered. She fires all six shells into the walkers, which do not help him. One bites him in the neck. He starts to run through the crowd, and runs down the street into the cul-de-sac. He leaves behind a small trail of blood as he enters a house and boards up the door. He passes out from blood loss. Rain tries to get back to Todd and Phillip, but is trapped by a few walkers who proceed to bite her in the back of the throat. As she screams for help, Todd turns his gun around and fires at Rain’s head, just to make sure she feels no pain ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Todd: Let’s get out of here

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: Right on. Let me just start up the car

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">''A walker comes out from the back seat of the car and comes towards Phillip. Todd fires at its head. Another walker comes into view of the driver. Marlton McClain. Phillip takes out his Derringer and looks at Todd. Todd doesn’t stop him this time. Phillip rolls down the window just a bit ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">Phillip: You mother fucking, god dammed cock sucking asshole. I never liked you

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">BLAM

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">''' CREDITS '''

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Todd Andrews

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Phillip James

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Mark Masterson

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Luke O’Hara

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Tara Friedman

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Rain Wong

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Harold Bach (Alive & Zombified)

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Marlton McClain (Alive & Zombified)

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">''' DEATHS '''

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Mark Masterson

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Luke O’Hara

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Tara Friedman

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Rain Wong

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Harold Bach (Alive & Zombified)

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%">Marlton McClain (Alive & Zombified)