Zombies Script

Addison: Welcome to Seabrook. We're a perfectly planned community.

We all have perfect homes. Perfect clothes. The perfect life.
Yep, everything is perfect.

Zed: Until it wasn't. Who would have thought that an accident

involving lime soda would set off the apocalypse?

Addison: And when the contaminated green haze blew west, people
were not happy.

Zed: Because it turned them into... Zombies.

Addison: That's right. Zombies!

Zed: Brain-eating...Zombies. Dark and gory times.

Addison: But, we built a big barrier to protect ourselves from the

zombie hordes.

Safe at last, Seabrook could finally get back to our perfect

lives.
Zed: Well, a lot has changed since they built the barrier over fifty years ago. Science
found a much better way to deal with zombies. And you know what happened
to those brain-eating monsters? Well, they still have to live on this side of the
barrier, but now...they're awesome!

I'm Zed. And yeah, I'm a zombie. Zombie have to wear government-issued
coveralls, but we make 'em look pretty cool. And we have a curfew. And, for a
long time, zombies were forced to stay in Zombietown. But, we've come a long
way since "The Outbreak," thanks to the Z-Band.
 This puppy delivers a dose of soothing electromagnetic pulses that keep us
from eating brains. Now, zombies can live normal, happy lives and have
handsome, yet humble kids.

So, things are changing. Today's the first day that we can attend human high
school, and I get to audition to the Dance Team. Go Seabrook! Oh Yeah!
Addison: Give me an F! Give me an I! Give me an R-S-T! It's the first day of freshman
year for me, me, me!

Oh, hi! I'm Addison and I've crushed cheer summer after cheer summer of
cheer camp.

But today's my shot at making the Seabrook Cheer Squad. You make Cheer and
you fit in. And why wouldn't I fit in? I'm a totally normal teen.

Well...except for this.

(Then, she fixes her head and shows the audience her secret. Addison wears a
blonde wig to hide her real hair. A completely white head of hair. Then, she
fixes the strand that escaped and made sure that it was safely secure inside
her blonde wig, so it won't fall off or out. )

Born with it. Doctors can't explain it. They think it's some rare genetic thing. I
can't dye it, nothing sticks. I've tried everything. In some places, this hair might
be odd, in, like, a cool way, but not at Seabrook. People here hate anything
that's different. If anyone outside my family found out that I wore a wig, I
would never be allowed to cheer. So, I've wore a wig for as long as I can
remember.
Meanwhile, back in Zombietown, Zed jumps down from the stairs, and goes
into the dining room where he sees his little sister, Zoey, is sitting at the table,
playing with her stuffed dog toy, Xander. He smiles at the sight of his baby
sister being happy.
Zoey: Here you go, Xander, your bone.

Zed: That's my little sister, Zoey. She really wants a dog, but zombies aren't
allowed to have pets. Some people still think we'll eat them. Ruff! Ruff!

Zed goes down on his knees and acts like a dog for his sister who looks up
from her stuffed animal and smiles at the sight of her big brother. He barks
like a dog and acts like one to fill the void for his sister's dream of owning a
dog.
Zoey Come, Zed, come.