The Hell Patrol Feature

The Hell Patrol
By
Steve Romanko and Turner Van Ryn
13th Generation Productions 415 420 9145

1/4/10 stevejr1701@yahoo.com
tvanryn2@gmail.com
EXT. MODESTO CALIFORNIA STREET - DAY 1
OVER BLACK:
FOOTSTEPS and heavy BREATHING from TWO PEOPLE as they
stumble and run. There is the sound of panic in the pace
and cadence.
SUPER:
FEBRUARY 5TH, 2018 - THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT COMES TO AN
END. THE DEAD BEGIN TO RISE AND FEED OFF THE LIVING.
CUT TO:
A young woman, PRIVATE ANGELA CHANG, 19, dodges between
abandoned cars along this street in Modesto,
California. Her clothes; a raggedly uniform combination of
khakis and pseudo military attire with big American Flag
patch on the arm.
She drags along with her a YOUNG MAN who is bleeding
profusely from a head wound.
CHANG
Wait! Wait! I found another one!
CUT TO BLACK:
SUPER:
SIX MONTHS LATER, AMERICA IS FRACTURED AND EXISTS AS A
SERIES OF ISOLATED CITY-STATES. INSIDE THE WALLS, DISEASE
AND HUNGER. OUTSIDE, RENEGADE TRIBES AND THE NEVER ENDING
SWARMS OF THE UNDEAD.
CUT TO:
PRIVATE STEVEN MCWATT, 19, Dressed similarly to Chang,
scrambles to hop and climb the makeshift barricade of old
vans, containers and barbed wire. He has the look of a
naive farm boy who thinks about all of the past as an
adventure.
SERGEANT DEVIN ROMANKO, 34, handsome, blond and very
southern stands behind McWatt, and looks on.
Behind them huddle 10, or so scraggly looking, malnourished

survivors. They clutch at each other, and look about ready
to bolt and run.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
MCWATT
Angela! Come on!
Romanko lifts his head and speaks softly to McWatt.
ROMANKO
Easy...
CUT TO BLACK:
SUPER:
THE CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO IS CORDONED OFF FROM THE REST OF

THE UNDEAD INFESTED BAY AREA. TO COMBAT ITS BLOATED
POPULATION, NEWLY FORMED SQUADS OF MILITIA SCROUNGE THE
COUNTRYSIDE FOR SUPPLIES AND HOPE.
CUT TO:
One of the refuges notices just who it is that Chang is
helping, and cries out.
REFUGEE #1
Oh, God, it’s Robert. It’s Robert!
A collective wail goes up from the refuges, and they make
like they are going to leave the relative safety of the
barricade to help Chang.
Romanko draws his sidearm, fires it into the air, and then
points it at the cowering group.
ROMANKO
Get back!
As Chang and her burden clear the last set of the abandoned
vehicles, she is blindsided by a mass of the undead. The
ambush is faster than expected and Chang crashes to the
pavement, splintering her nose. Robert is quickly dragged
away into the swarm.
Chang manages to crawl a few more yards, but they are on

her.
CHANG
Jesus! Help! Help me! (Screams
something in Chinese)
Slow and relentless, they grab Chang in a death grip and
begin to drag her into the shadows. But, she is fighting
them with all her adrenaline.
CUT TO BLACK:
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
SUPER:
OFFICIALLY THEIR DESIGNATION IS S.A.; SEARCH AND
ACQUIRE. TO THESE BRAVE VOLUNTEERS, THIS DUTY IS COMMONLY
KNOWN AS "THE HELL PATROL".
McWatt begins to climb over the barricade.
MCWATT
I can get to her! I have to get--
Romanko turns from the group, and pulls him back, throwing
the younger man to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
ROMANKO
What’s the matter with you!? She’s
done.
Romanko un-slings his M1 carbine, and charges the weapon;
aiming at Chang’s head for a mercy shot. McWatt only looks
on, mouth agape, in abject horror.
Chang sees what is about to happen, and isn’t ready for that
yet.
CHANG
(frantic)
No! Wait!
Romanko fires, but Chang’s struggling makes her difficult to
hit. His first shot misses, and takes her in the upper
bicep; tearing her arm completely away.
Chang shrieks with new horror and disbelief at her missing

appendage.
CHANG
Mama! Oh, God, Mama! (more
screamed Chinese)
ROMANKO
Shit. Hold still, honey.
He chambers another round, and fires again; this time
scoring his head shot.
Chang’s head fairly explodes from the big caliber round, and
the deed is done.
The horde busy themselves with eating Chang’s corpse,
leaving the two survivors with a relatively easy escape.
McWatt is green, wet-eyed, and looks to be on the verge of
vomit.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
MCWATT
(under his breath)
Angela.
CUT TO BLACK:
SUPER:
Z-DAWN PLUS 163 DAYS
NOW.
CUT TO:
EXT. CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY 99 - DAY 2
A highly altered San Francisco municipal bus blasts down the

deserted highway.
Its hide is covered in scales of spikes and deterrents to
keep the undead off the sides. A large cow catcher has been
welded to the front of the bus, and written on the sloping
blade is the designation; ’SA-26’. And beneath that, in
white spray paint, is scrawled "BIG-PETE".
INT. BIG PETE - SAME 3
The bus’s interior seats are gone, and most of the windows
are covered with storage bins, utility hooks, armor,
etc. The effect is like being in a submarine.
A squad of rag-tag militia crowd into the beast. Their
uniforms are anything but uniform, and seem to be made from
pilfered camping store gear; save armbands with stripes of
rank, and American Flag patches at the shoulders.
They are:
Driving the rig, CPL. GEORGE "CHOPPER" CHOPINSKI, 32, an

ex-trucker with a thin frame, aviator sun glasses, and a
CAMEL baseball cap.
Behind Chopper, in a raised commander’s chair is Lt. SANDY
FLETCHER, 28, a really very beautiful woman with a large
scar running the length of her profile. Her hazel eyes burn
with the burden of any new and responsible leader. But
there is also fear.
Further back, riding in four make-shift jump seats bolted to
the walls are Fletcher’s security force. Their weapons and
gear hang on the wall next to them under a large name tag.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
CLOSE ON: Each persons tag and gear; examining their

weapons, etc.
SERGEANT MARK DANIELS, 37, a classic hero looking fella,
square jaw and muscular, though under nourished, build.
The Medic; CPL. TOBI CLARK, 25. Radioman; PVT. NATHAN

KINCAID, 25.
TRACK WITH:
PVT. ANNA GRECO, 20, young and sexy, as she gets up from her
jump seat, and moves to the front of the rig, where Chopper
is driving.
Chopper notices her coming in the rear-view mirror, and
grins wide.
GRECO
What’s up driver-man?
She perches on the edge of Chopper’s seat, and puts one
long, supple leg up on the dashboard. She leans forward,
and stretches her body.
CHOPPER
Nothin’ until now.
Greco grins. She knows she is driving Chopper nuts.
GRECO
Pervert.
CHOPPER
You used to like it.
These people are on their way home, and the atmosphere is

relaxed and loose.
Strapped to a small table bolted to the wall is an old
looking radio that begins to CRACKLE and give off "WHOOPING"
signal.
Kincaid gets up, and goes over to the radio. He perches on
the stool, listens for a moment, and then calls out.
KINCAID
Sgt. Daniels! L.T.!
Fletcher climbs from her seat, and joins Daniels at the
radio.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 6.
FLETCHER
What’s the word?
KINCAID
Coming in, sir. On CENTRAL’s
carrier.
DANIELS
Maybe they’re just calling to
welcome us back.
Kincaid grabs a clip board hanging from a nail, and

scribbles the message as it comes in.
FLETCHER
Fat chance.
Kincaid finishes, rips off the sheet, and hands it to

Fletcher, who scans it and hands it off to Daniels.
FLETCHER
(to Kincaid)
I could read this, or you could
tell me what you already know.
KINCAID
Word is, sirs, we have to divert,
twenty six clicks Southwest,
towards Modesto. Central wants us
to check in on SA-24. No contact
for five days.
Fletcher is doesn’t know what to say. She blinks.
Daniels is reading.
DANIELS
They have a last position. Jesus
your handwriting is like a
child’s.
He hands the paper back to Fletcher, and points out the map
co-ordinates.
KINCAID
Thanks, Sarge.
FLETCHER
Wonderful. Send back; WILL
COMPLY. Check in when we reach
target.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 7.
KINCAID
Yes, sir.
Kincaid turns back to the wireless.
Fletcher turns, and motions Daniels to ’walk with’ her.
FLETCHER
Step into my office, Sarge.
EXT. FREEWAY - SAME 4

The MUNI bus speeds along the interstate. At one point a
wanderer (lone zombie) is shuffling down the middle of the
yellow line. Chopper jogs the lumbering vehicle left and
the ghoul is practically disintegrated as the cow catcher
impacts its already putrid and rotting form.
INT. MUNI BUS - SAME 5

Chopper looks in his side mirror, to make sure that the
walker doesn’t get back up.
CHOPPER
(sports caster voice)
And another Zulu eats it! Only 5
billion more to go!
Greco leans in next to him to get a look in the mirror too,

and then plunks a "Cup O’ Noodle" down on the dashboard.
GRECO
Asshole.
Chopper shoots her a shit-eating grin.

CHOPPER
Maybe, if you ask nicely.
GRECO
Enjoy your noodles, cocksucker.
CHOPPER
We could play for something else...
Chopper eyes her young body.

Greco follows Chopper’s gaze, and undoes the top button of
her shirt, and we can see her bra.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.
GRECO
In your dreams, George.
Greco turns on her heel, and swishes back down the
aisle. Chopper yells after her, his feelings hurt as she
has used his rarely spoken first name.
CHOPPER
That wasn’t called for! That’s
dirty pool!
Greco slaps her ass in response, and Chopper watches her

recede in the rear-view mirror; a smile growing on his
face.
CHOPPER
(to himself)
Oh, yeah. Shaved. Definitely.
BACK OF BUS:
FLETCHER
SA-24. It’s Brickhaus, isn’t it.
Daniels nods.
FLETCHER
A month out here gathering
stuff. On the way back... and now
this. I’m beginning to get the
feeling that the only reason I’m
out here is that CENTRAL needs a
’whipping boy’.
Daniels grins.
DANIELS
They could’ve given it to me.
FLETCHER
You’d rather be bit.
DANIELS
They could’ve put Romanko in
charge.
Fletcher gives him a pissed off look.

FLETCHER
Brickhaus’ cheerleader? I don’t
think those people back at base are
that stupid.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 9.
She pauses and reaches into her pocket pulling out a

map. they mull over the coordinates.
FLETCHER
What the hell has he been doing out
here? Five days my ass, the
schedule has him rotating back
three weeks ago.
DANIELS
Things happen out here, you know
that. (pause) What if we find
nothing?
FLETCHER
And then they pin the missing
"hero" on me. No thanks.
DANIELS
Then we pull ’em out.
FLETCHER
Seems I don’t have a choice, do I?
DANIELS
It’s not S.O.P. but you’re ready
for this. Right?
FLETCHER
As I’ll ever be.
DANIELS
No. If you think you don’t know
you don’t know. There’s no gray
here.
FLETCHER
I don’t need a pep talk,
Sargent. You need to square away
the men.
Fletcher’s face turns cold and heads for the front. Daniels
is pleased with her frosty response.
Fletcher passes Greco on her way forward.
GRECO
How long ’til home, sir?
FLETCHER
Got a bit of a diversion,
Mister. Sargent Daniels ’ill fill
you in.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 10.
Fletcher leaves for her cupola.

DANIELS
(Daniels calling from the
back)
Private. A word.
Greco joins Daniels and Clark near the jump seats.
DANIELS
Looks like we have to check in on a
patrol that lost contact three days
ago, SA-24.
As he speaks we see Fletcher filling Corporal Chopper in at
the driver’s position.
DANIELS
(continued)
Check your weapons and make sure we
are tight on the medical. We could
be running into a mess.
CLARK
That’s all we know?
DANIELS
That’s it. Could be
nothing. Probably is nothing.
FRONT OF BUS:
CHOPPER
Fucking Hell, Lieutenant. Let Major
Brickhaus dig his own ass out of
the whatever hole he’s in. Big
Pete wasn’t made for some officers
picnic. He’s sensitive and we
don’t exactly have enough juice for
this excursion.
FLETCHER
It’s not my choice, and its not
yours. We don’t abandon people.
Daniels joins the two from his "squaring away".

CHOPPER
Even if it is that asshole.
DANIELS
That "asshole" is still a
Major. And you are still talking
to an officer.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 11.
FLETCHER
Just shut up and drive, Chopper.
Fletcher goes topside.
DANIELS
You have a problem with your
mouth. The Lieutenant needs
everyone ready to go. If we find
them alive, its probably gonna be a
hot one.
CHOPPER
Sorry Sarge. But I’m fuckin’
short, you know that. One more
fucking rotation and I got enough
points to get out of this--
DANIELS
(interrupting)
Don’t be sorry, just back her up,
keep it closed and get this rig to
where it’s supposed to be.
CHOPPER
We’re supposed to be going home.
DANIELS
Just do it.
With one hand Chopper digs through a box of old

cassettes. He pulls one out and pops it into a beat up old
boom box, bungee-corded in place.
EXT. - HIGHWAY 99 - DAY 6

The bus chugs on. Through stretches of destruction and
desolation. The sound of Ace Frehley’s "New York Groove"
blasts from the boom box.
INT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - DAY 7

Daniels checks his rifle, under the cupola. He peers up at
Fletcher
The song gradually drifts out, leaving us with only Daniels

and his thoughts.
DANIELS
(V.O)
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 12.
DANIELS (cont’d)
The trouble with knowing a thing is
that you have to realize there
isn’t an escape from it.
Fletcher topside the wind blowing her hair, her tanker

goggles parting the spraying dust around her.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
You know this. And now you see
yourself out there, waiting.
Hidden. Orders, counter orders.
Chopper jams with the music, tapping as he drives.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
You’re scared of what you’re going
to find. Scared and afraid to
hide. We don’t know that. You
know.
Daniels again, cleaning his weapon. He moves to check his

backpack.
EXT - MODESTO CALIFORNIA - DAY 8
An average ACE HARDWARE store is besieged on all sides by

hordes and hordes of the living dead. Its almost as if a
great amoeba has engulfed this building. Shifting, changing
like sands in a desert.
A huge American Flag has been hoisted up, and a few figures
line the flat, black tarred roof.
MAJOR KARL BRICKHAUS, 45, A DANGEROUS, FIREPLUG, ARYAN-TYPE
stands on the roof of the building. He surveys the area as
the Zulu mass throbs underneath his gaze. He has a mutt of
a dog at his heel. It sits, silent, under control.
Pvt McWatt and Sgt Romanko come up behind him. He speaks
without turning around.
BRICKHAUS
You’re late.
ROMANKO
Major; Chang, sir; she was too
slow, got caught up swarmed
under...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 13.
MCWATT
(under his breath)
They were so, fast.
BRICKHAUS
You should have been faster. and
now you’ve drawn another mob of
them onto us.
Down below, there is a noticeable increase in the ’moaning’,

as more undead reach the barricade.
Brickhaus turns to look at his men, he notices the survivors
that have come up to the roof. He steps up onto a small
ceremonial platform that has been erected for this purpose.
He surveys the stragglers.

BRICKHAUS
You people, come here.
The survivors herd slowly towards him.

Brickhaus outstretches his arms in welcome.
BRICKHAUS
My name is Major Karl T. Brickhaus,
and I declare you people
liberated! Welcome back to the
United States of America! (Pause)
We aren’t here to cheer you, we
aren’t here to sing White
Christmas. This is work, this is
what we have longed for. The tree
of liberty fed by the by blood of
patriots.
There are some small cheers, and faint applause from the
group, but most are too bewildered to do anything.
McWatt looks puzzled at Romanko, who smirks nastily.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
We here at Fort Apache like to
think of ourselves as being
pioneers. People of the new
west. You have been fortunate
enough to be with us. We are the
fourteenth colony. We are the
future of the American system.
Again, the weak applause, but this time, also, a voice.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 14.
CLEELAND
Major, we have many sick here, and
we need food, and water.
A figure steps forward from the crowd to address
Brickhaus. This is DR. SARA CLEELAND, age 43; worn and
haggard from the last few months.
CLEELAND
Dr. Sara Cleeland, and--
BRICKHAUS
Do you speak for these people?
Some of Brickhaus’ troops have quietly taken position in the
rear, and on the flanks of the crowd.
Romanko drifts to the front, near the stage. He grins.

CLEELAND
Yes, I suppose I--
BRICKHAUS
Sir.
Romanko’s grin grows bigger. He loves this.
Cleeland is taken aback; sensing vibes she’s not quite sure
of. She proceeds cautiously.
CLEELAND
...sir...Yes, sir. Are you army;
government? We’ve been waiting--
BRICKHAUS
What kind of a doctor? Peeds,
O.B.G.Y.N. ?
Romanko laughs out loud.
Cleeland now sense the trap, looking behind her at the

troops, and then back to Brickhaus.
CLEELAND
...general practice...Major...
BRICKHAUS
Excellent! You are now one of my
medics, Pvt. Doctor,
Cleeland! Unfortunately, your
life-expectancy in that position
is rather low...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 15.
The crowd begins to moan like frightened cattle, as they

realize what is happening to them; out of the frying pan,
into the fire.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t))
...rate of time spent in proximity
to the infected. You understand.
CLEELAND
What!? No! This is
ridiculous! We’re civilians...
Brickhaus raises his voice over Cleeland’s rant.
BRICKHAUS
Hold! There are no more
civilians! You’re either with us,
or you’re with those rotting
traitors!
But, Cleeland is worked up, and steps forward to confront
Brickhaus. The crowd begins to huddle backward into itself
for protection.
Romanko levels his M-1 carbine.
CLEELAND
(con’t))
You can’t just fucking Shanghai--!!
In one fluid movement, Brickhaus draws his .44 Colt
PEACEMAKER, and plugs one of the survivors, DAVID CARTARAS;
75, in the head.
The BOOMING of the large pistol ends the argument. The

crowd is stunned, and then a young boy, ROBERT SHAY; 11,
begins to scream.
An old woman, DELORES CARTARAS; 70, rushes, shrieking, over
to her fallen husband.
DELORES
David!! David!!
Brickhaus addresses Cleeland.
BRICKHAUS
We also have a strict profanity
policy.
Romanko snorts, and cackles again.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 16.
Brickhaus levels his pistol at Delores, who is too

distraught to notice or care.
BRICKHAUS
As American citizens, I obviously
can’t force you, so it’s your
choice...
CLEELAND
This is madness.
BRICKHAUS
No. Just math. Think of it as
voluntary impressment.
Brickhaus cocks his pointed pistol, and Cleeland is defeated
by Brickhaus’ savagery. She holds her hands out in
supplication.
CLEELAND
(defeated)
Alright, alright! Just don’t hurt
the others! Please!
BRICKHAUS
As long as you’re useful.
CLEELAND
Yes.
Brickhaus fires, killing Delores.

BRICKHAUS
Yes, sir.
Brickhaus Addresses Romanko.

BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
Sargent!
Romanko "snaps to" in mock parade ground stiffness.

ROMANKO
Sir!!
BRICKHAUS
Please take our guests below,
process them. Swear them in.
Romanko and some of his goons begin to herd the crowd
below.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 17.
Brickhaus steps off his stage, and up to the frightened

Cleeland, addressing McWatt as he does so.
BRICKHAUS
Private, dispose of these bodies
over the side, and clean this mess
up.
MCWATT
Yes, sir!
BRICKHAUS
(to Cleeland)
As a woman of science, I think
you’ll be pleased with how orderly
we can be.
CLEELAND
Jesus...
BRICKHAUS
Jesus is one of them now, and
you’re here with us.
Cleeland looks up at Brickhaus with hatred in her eyes.

CLEELAND
I’ll do what you want, Major, but
don’t patronize me.
Brickhaus seems pleases by this forceful response, and

smiles.
BRICKHAUS
There’s that American I’m looking
for; it just took a little push to
get her to come out. Better to
make the best of the situation
you’re in now. That’s what I
always say.
He leans in to speak into Cleeland’s ear.

BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
Because if you don’t, I’m going
execute the lot of
you. Checkmate.
Brickhaus gestures, and a savage looking private, festooned
with zombie scalps, steps forward, takes Cleeland by the
arm, and begins to lead her away.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 18.
As an after-thought, Brickhaus calls after the disappearing

Cleeland.
BRICKHAUS
Really, I think you’ll be surprised
at how little your job is going to
change. After all, at the end of
the day, it’s really all about
customer service.
Brickhaus turns away from the scene; quite pleased with
himself.
A voice calls from the other corner of the roof. CORPORAL
CINQUE JACKSON, 37, African American, tough a real Keith
David type.
JACKSON
Major, on the horizon!
Brickhaus whirls and puts his binoculars to his eyes.
INSERT - BINOCULARS SHOT OF A SA-26 CHUGGING TOWARDS THEM IN
THE DISTANCE. THE BUS COMES TO A HALT.
Brickhaus lowers his binoculars, and looks to his right, as
two privates shove the bodies of the old couple over the
side.
BRICKHAUS
Shit...
EXT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - DAY 9
INSERT - BINOCULAR POV - In the distance, two small bodies

are dumped over the side of the fortress, like sacks of
potatoes.
Fletcher lowers her field glasses.
FLETCHER
Shit...
Chopper’s voice comes in from the COMM. pipe.
CHOPPER O.C.
What’s the poop, Lieutenant? Hold
here?
Fletcher immediately yells into the pipe.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 19.
FLETCHER
Get Daniels up here, now!
CHOPPER O.C.
Geez, Lieutenant, I was just--
FLETCHER
Just do it, Chopper!
In the distance, the fort sits; waiting.
She raises her glasses again.

INSERT - BINOCULAR POV. Sweeping over.
The compound is surrounded by chain-link fences; a horde of
zombies clamoring to get through on the near side facing us.
Her view moves over to three, or four people lashed to

crosses; living scarecrows.
FLETCHER
(to herself)
Well, Major.
ARE THEY PUT THERE BY BRICKHAUS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO RILE UP
THE MASS OF UNDEAD. PROBABLY NOT, I THINK THAT HE IS TRULY
JUST PISSING ON HIS TERRITORY AND SOMETHING IN HIS TWISTED
BRAIN FEELS THAT PUTTING HUMAN BEINGS IN THE FRONT SAYS, WE
OWN THIS, WE LIVE HERE.
EXT. - ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE - SAME 10

Brickhaus still looks through his binoculars, trying to
figure out what to do.
Romanko pops back up onto the roof.
ROMANKO
Most of those people aren’t worth
the bullets, Major.
Brickhaus tosses his glasses to Romanko.
BRICKHAUS
I hope you’ve cleaned the guest
quarters, Sargent. We have
company.
Romanko deftly catches the binoculars, and peers through
them.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 20.
ROMANKO
Great. I’ll detail a squad to out
and...
BRICKHAUS
They’re family.
INSERT - BINOCULAR POV.
The bus still sits.

ROMANKO
Shit...
BRICKHAUS
Action stations.
Romanko and other lackeys are still. Brickhaus makes a few
hand movements while holding the binoculars to his eyes.
BRICKHAUS
Move.
All scramble into positions.
EXT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - SAME 11
Daniels emerges topside.

FLETCHER
Get your eye on that, the large Ace
hardware, two o’clock.
Daniels takes his rifle and scopes out the situation with
his high power. He sees what she sees.
DANIELS
Those...are...people...
FLETCHER
No shit.
Fletcher turns around in the cupola. A large exhale and
this look coming across her as if the largest weight has
been hoisted onto her shoulders. She thinks out loud.
FLETCHER
What the fuck do we do?
DANIELS
He’s done. He’s out of his
mind. Those are people.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 21.
FLETCHER
Ok. Ok. So we just back off, send
word back to the city--
INSERT - HUNTING SCOPE POV.

A threatening phalanx of men with rifles come trotting out
onto the hardware store roof, and take their positions.
DANIELS
Lieutenant, they know we’re here.
The trotting troops move past the stationary Romanko and

Brickhaus. They are silent and very serious.
Two particular guys run over to a piece of equipment covered
with a tarp. They begin to fold back the tarp, revealing an
M-60 belt-fed machine gun.
Brickhaus bellows over to them.

BRICKHAUS
Hold on that weapon!
ROMANKO
Sir? We could cut that thing in
half!
BRICKHAUS
I don’t want it in half. I want it
mine.
Romanko waits; vibrating with anticipation; anxious for
action.
ROMANKO
What the fuck are they waiting
for!?
BRICKHAUS
What do you think?

A voice from the interior of the bus.
KINCAID
Lieutenant, Fletcher. I’m getting
a squad on radio. You got any
vis...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 22.
FLETCHER
Get me the radio up here, toot
sweet!
She turns to Daniels.
FLETCHER
Not a word of this to the men. Not
yet. We hold, and see what
happens.
Daniels nods and heads for the jump seats. Kincaid pops his
head topside.
KINCAID
Says he’s Major Brickhaus.
He hands the old style walkie-talkie to Fletcher.

KINCAID
(con’t)
Wouldn’t that be a kick in the
head? The big man himself--
FLETCHER
Back to your post. Contact
home. Tell them we found the
Major.
KINCAID
That’s it?
Fletcher snaps at Kincaid.
FLETCHER
Until I tell you more!
KINCAID
Yes, sir!
Kincaid disappears.
Fletcher glances over at Daniels; embarrassed by her
outburst. But, if Daniels noticed, he doesn’t show it;
still glued to his scope.
Fletcher turns back to looking into the distance, and hefts

the walkie.
FLETCHER
(to herself)
Ok...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 23.
DANIELS
Easy...
She keys the talkie.
FLETCHER
SA-24, SA-26 copy? Over.
BRICKHAUS
SA-26. (pause) Lieutenant Sandy
Fletcher.
Brickhaus smiles. Romanko turns to him, a puzzled look on
his face.
ROMANKO
Bitch! What the fuck is she doing
here? She’s gonna go back and rat
us out! Then there’s gonna be
people from the city snooping--
Brickhaus silences him with a wave of his hand.

BRICKHAUS
She’s curious.
Brickhaus keys his walkie.

BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
This is Major Karl Brickhaus,
Lieutenant.
FLETCHER
(over radio)
We didn’t expect to find you here,
sir. What’s your sit rep, Major?
Brickhaus looks calmly into the distance; thinking. He keys

his walkie.
BRICKHAUS
Thank God you’re here! They’re all
over us!
Romanko is puzzled by the change in Brickhaus’ voice; he
sounds panicked.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 24.
FLETCHER
(over radio)
Ok, sir. I copy your situation.
Brickhaus begins to walk the perimeter of the roof. The dog
stays by his side. We pass various groups of
action. Jackson is staring through field glasses at SA-24.
BRICKHAUS
They’ve had us pinned here for
weeks! Every time we think we’re
clear, they swarm us again!

BRICKHAUS
(con’t over radio)
Hidden in cellars, alleys,
etc! You know the drill, they’re
like rats!
FLETCHER
Does this sound like the Brickhaus
you know?
Daniels continues to stare through his scope.
DANIELS
They seem awful calm up there.
Fletcher thinks for a moment, and then keys her walkie.
FLETCHER
(over the radio)
We’re here to assist and get you
out. Where’s your bus, Major?
BRICKHAUS
The bus. Gone. Scrapped. Our
flame leaked and blew up. We’re
lucky to be alive.
IS ANY OF THIS THE TRUTH? DID ANY OF THIS ACTUALLY

HAPPEN. AT THIS POINT IT MAY JUST BE A STORY THAT HAS BEEN
REPEATED SO MANY TIMES IN HIS HEAD THAT HE BELIEVES IT, LIKE
HE BELIEVES A LOT OF REALLY INSANE IDEAS AND PHILOSOPHIES.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 25.
FLETCHER
(over the radio)
Then we can draw Zulu away and get
you out.
Brickhaus is walking still. Cleeland is attending

Brickhaus’ men, wrapping minor wounds. Robert Shay is
bringing some water to some of the civilian survivors.
BRICKHAUS
Oh no, Lieutenant. You’re not
going to draw them away. By my
thinking, this is the last horde in
the area. After they are put down
it’s only some stragglers to deal
with. You’re going to bring that
bus in here and turn your torch on
them, clear them out.
Brickhaus continues to walk. He peers over the edge of the
side and back of the building. Apparently his tactic of
living scarecrows works, as there is very little ZULU
activity on the flanks and in the rear, where there are no
people on stakes.
INT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - DAY 17

Fletcher still looking at her future.
BRICKHAUS
(on radio)
I want that bus here on the double,
you got that Lieutenant?
FLETCHER
Yes sir.
BRICKHAUS
(on radio)
SA-24 out.
Fletcher looks like she just swallowed a bag full of
goldfish. She lowers herself into "Big Pete". Chopper is
busy under the dash, checking his baby out.
Fletcher heads for the back, the jump seats.

FLETCHER
Chopper, join us in the rear.
Chopper scrambles from under the dash.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 26.
Fletcher meets Daniels and the rest of her squad, in the

rear.
CLARK
Word, Lieutenant?
FLETCHER
Word is, we have a squad down
there, trapped. We have a hundred
plus ZULU.
DANIELS
(V.O)
You didn’t have to take this.
FLETCHER
(to Kincaid)
Find me the Modesto map. This
little town has to be on it.
Kincaid grabs the appropriate map from the sorted
selection. Fletcher unfolds it across his flat space.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
All the things that could have
happened. All the lives.
INSERT - MAP
Fletcher points to the area. And draws with her finger.
FLETCHER
We take this road here, we’ll be in
a good spot to come across that
mass of ghouls and hit em with big
Pete’s flame.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
This.
PUSH IN: on Fletcher, as she weighs the options, and the
doubts.
FLETCHER
We move.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
Too late.
She looks at her crew, and they are her family. No one
moves.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 27.
FLETCHER
Like we have a purpose.
CREW
(together)
Yes, sir!
The crew scatters to their positions.
"Big Pete" chugs along at a decent clip, revving and picking

up speed.
A SERIES OF SHOTS - THE INTERIOR OF THE BUS IS LOUD FROM THE
DIESEL ENGINE REVVING AND WHINING OUT OF CHOPPED EXHAUST
PORTS. IT’S ALMOST DEAFENING.
Fletcher at her cupola, she locks a safety catch to the
frame.
Daniels in between the jump seats, issuing orders to Kincaid
(port) and Greco (starboard)
DANIELS
Don’t waste ammo pot-shotting
them! Let the torch do its thing!
Clark strapped in, manning the mounted flame thrower. He

primes a few pumps.
INSERT - Pressure gauges on the torch signifying good
pressure.
INSERT - Choppers Foot, slamming the accelerator to the

ground.
Chopper bearing down on the steering wheel.
THIS FLAME THROWER IS HOMEMADE, AND QUITE FRANKLY NONE OF
THEM WORK GREAT. IT’S A PIECE THAT’S ALMOST THERE FOR CREW
MORALE. AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT CENTRAL THINKS. MOST CREWS
THINK OF THEIR TORCH AS "THE HOT POT" OR "THAT DAMN TORCH"
DUE TO ITS FREQUENT BREAKDOWNS AND UNRELIABILITY.
Kincaid charging his weapon.

Greco charging her weapon.
28.

Big Pete chugs. It comes closer to the zombie horde and
some instinctively face to turn it. Too late.
The cow catcher sideswipes the mass as Chopper veers the rig
slightly away from the sea of undead.
Kincaid turns the flamethrower toward ZULU, like a World War

Two tail gunner he fires the weapon.
The Bus pushes turning away from the mass of undead. Chopper
has a hard time steering the beast. It wasn’t meant for
this maneuver. He manages to get it around for another pass,
facing the Ace Hardware. Moving again, the cow catcher
plows some junked vehicles and unceremoniously strands
itself in the metal flotsam.

All involved are jarred, Daniels is thrown. If it weren’t
for the jump seats and straps the rest of the crew would be
picking themselves off the deck.
Topside, Fletcher unhooks herself and spins to see ZULU
heading towards big Pete. The torch has barely touched the
crowd, the flaming undead slowly shambling, falling back as
their brains are cooked.
She rights herself, grabs the walkie talkie and heads below.
The crew is moving, shaken from the jolt. Chopper pries
himself off the windshield. He and Fletcher exchange
glances.
She passes Clark, checking on Daniels. His arm has been

impaled on a shard of metal rack.
CLARK
No easy way to do this, Sarge.
Clark frees Daniels arm with a hard yank. Daniels grimaces
in pain.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 29.
DANIELS
Motherfucker.
Fletcher moves past Greco, firing out her port.
FLETCHER
Don’t waste the Ammo. Follow me.
The two get to the rear. Kincaid is doing everything he can
to get the flame to work again, but it ain’t firing.
KINCAID
Piece of shit. Fucking piece of...
FLETCHER
Kincaid, forget it, get on the horn
back to Central, radio our current
position. (turns to Greco) Help me
get this thing working.
They charge and work the flame, but again to no
avail. Chopper pokes back.
CHOPPER
Word is, Lieutenant, it sounds like
we got a blown trans axle, or we’re
just beached, either way Pete’s
stuck.
Daniels heads back, Clark trailing.

DANIELS
They’re gonna be on us in a minute.
The Horde advances. Fletcher looks pissed and keys the

talkie.
Fletcher’s voice comes over Brickhaus’ walkie talkie.

FLETCHER
SA-24, SA-26 over. Major, we’re
beached.
BRICKHAUS
Easy as that, Lieutenant. Come,
joins us.
FLETCHER
Can your men give us some covering
fire?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 30.
BRICKHAUS
Oh yes, covering.
FLETCHER
We’re exiting in sixty. Over.
BRICKHAUS
Oh, I copy. Move your tails! 24,
out.
Brickhaus gestures to Romanko.
ROMANKO
As soon as they clear the bus--
BRICKHAUS
--no no no, we’ll get them to the
roof--
ROMANKO
But, Major--
Brickhaus gives, quite literally, a look that could kill.
ROMANKO
(con’t)
Yes, Sir.
Brickhaus pops his binoculars up.
Through binoculars, the scene unfolds. All of Fletcher’s

men and the Lieutenant exit through the cupola. Scrambling
down the side of the bus, carrying as much as they
dare. The horde, near them, immediately turn toward the
fresh meat.
BRICKHAUS O.C.
(quiet restrain)
Open up.
Big Pete’s crew dodge and weave the mass of undead. Putting
some of them down with a myriad of blunt and edged weapons.
Some zombies heads evaporate as the rooftop M60 chugs in
bursts.
Clark goes down for a moment, but Greco and Chopper are
there to pull him from the fray.
SA-26 makes its way across the open terrain and scramble
closer to the chain link fence.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 31.
BRICKHAUS
Cease fire. That’s enough. Let’s
not waste too much ammo on these
people.
He keys the talkie.

BRICKHAUS
If your men can handle it, run ’em
around the back of the compound
away from the central mass, we can
let you in there.
EXT. ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE - DAY 24

Fletcher is the last person up a back ladder. A rifle
muzzle is immediately stuck in her face. The roof is
scattered with her surviving squad, all of them separated
and without their weapons, Brickhaus’s men cover them.
A hand reaches in, It’s Brickhaus. He hefts Fletcher onto
the roof.
FLETCHER
That’s some warm welcome, Major.
BRICKHAUS
Just have to check your men, I
can’t have any bitten here.
FLETCHER
You said you didn’t have any squad
weapons.
BRICKHAUS
I’m sure I don’t remember what
you’re talking about.
Brickhaus turns, shouting across the roof.
BRICKHAUS
Doctor! Doctor Cleeland. Please
give these men a once over. (to
Fletcher’s men) Strip down to your
skivs and show us your patriotism!
Cleeland comes and begins inspection. She goes through each

individual examining wounds and scars, making sure none are
bites from ZULU.
Series of shots:
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 32.
Cleeland giving the O.K. on Greco. She puts her shirt back
on over her bra. Mcwatt lowers his rifle and hands her
weapon back to her, eying her, puppy-like.
DANIELS
(V.O)
All the faces here. You can’t
dance with the devil.
Chopper putting his hat back on before anything

else. Jackson hands him his shotgun. Chopper wrestles it
out of his hands with a "gimme that" action.
Daniels, pulls his tee shirt back on. Cleeland is a bit
less than clinical with her "checking" him out. Romanko
hands him his sniper rifle.
ROMANKO
Welcome back to the fold, Mark.
Daniels looks annoyed.
Fletcher and Brickhaus square off as she is checked by the

Doctor.
FLETCHER
Major, this place, this...
BRICKHAUS
Fort. Apache. We’re keeping them
injuns at bay.
FLETCHER
I’d say barely, sir.
BRICKHAUS
I’d say its a start.
FLETCHER
Sir, Central, when they get word of
this (pause) What would you like me
to do report, Major?
BRICKHAUS
I want you to not report anything,
Lieutenant.
FLETCHER
I just reported my position, sir.
If we don’t get word back, they’ll
send out another...
It’s getting heated.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 33.
BRICKHAUS
The problem, Loo-ten-ant, is that
your people are interfering with my
rebuilding of this downtown.
Chopper, next to the pair can’t keep his mouth shut.

CHOPPER
You think you’re gonna re-open the
fuckin Arby’s!
Romanko bolts the short span between the two and clocks
Chopper in the gut with the butt of his rifle. Brickhaus
dog runs into his face, growling.
ROMANKO
You get insubordinate again, and
we’ll string yo up like the rest of
the infected.
Tensions are way high. Its silent and the drone of the
undead are the only noises filling the space.
Cleeland moves from clearing Kincaid to Clark. He is

gingerly removing his shirt. As Cleeland helps, her face
grows solemn.
CLEELAND
You’re bit.
CLARK
Don’t you think I know that.
She removes the shirt and Clark screams. All turn.
BRICKHAUS
Infected. Traitor.
Brickhaus’ dog growls and lunges at the pair. Cleeland
trips away, leaving Clark utterly exposed.
FLETCHER
Corporal. Don’t move.
CLARK
Lieutenant. I, I can’t...
Clark pulls his hunting knife.

DANIELS
Don’t do it Tobi!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 34.
ROMANKO
(to Daniels)
You know what’s at stake. He’s
dead.
DANIELS
Shut the fuck up.
FLETCHER
We can work it out Tobi, we’ll get
you into quarantine.
CLARK
No no no no , I know what happens,
I’ve seen it.
Brickhaus unceremoniously unsheathes Fletcher’s machete. He

bounds over to Clark and with a great swoop decapitates him.
The severed head drops and its eyes move for moments, the
open mouth trying to utter, something. Then death.
There is a dead silence on the roof. Brickhaus moves back

to Fletcher.
BRICKHAUS
He was my command. Don’t forget
that. (to all) You’re all my
command now. (to Romanko) Sargent
Romanko.
ROMANKO
Yes Sir.
BRICKHAUS
Pike this traitor’s head and get
these people on detail to get that
bus running again.
CUT TO BLACK.
UNKNOWN - OVER BLACK 25

All that is heard is Sargent Mark Daniels Voice over with
the sounds of people working and the never-ending wail of
the undead filtering in behind, a little louder as each
passage is completed.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
Dear Em;
Again I’m writing you, with only
the knowledge that you’ll get these
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 35.
DANIELS (cont’d)
notes when I get back behind the
safe walls and back to our home.

The Ace Hardware store is still surrounded A trail of Zulu
leading from the front of the store to Big Pete.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
I still am amazed at the total
change. The peoples and the sins
we’re all paying for. What makes
up a life, a tribe, an existence?
CUTAWAY - MORE DESOLATION. SAN FRANCISCO AND THE
DESPERATION, THE MISERY AND THE MYRIAD POCKETS OF HOPE AND
FAMILY.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
Were the faces of the past
unimportant or did we just throw
them away?
THE ACE HARDWARE AND SURROUNDING VISTAS. TROOPS AND

"CIVILIANS" DOING WORK TO MAKE THE HARDWARE STORE MORE
LIVABLE AND BETTER FORTIFIED.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
I often turn my head in the
direction of where you are. The
wind-blown sand forces me back to
the task at hand. These men, those
yet to come back. Our survival;
and getting home to you. You are
the first thing I think of when I
awake, the last as I go to
sleep. -Mark.
EXT. - ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE - DAY 27

DANIELS
(V.O.)
No choice by command, you said.
Daniels neatly tears the sheet out of his notebook and folds
the letter, stuffing it into a pocket of his
backpack. There are many of the same folded letter
contained within.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 36.
Private Mcwatt interrupts.

MCWATT
Sargent Daniels.
DANIELS
Yo.
MCWATT
The Major and the Lieutenant,
sir. They need you to come
downstairs, sir.
Daniels finishes his task and stands. The two move
together.
DANIELS
They cookin’ up a plan?
MCWATT
I don’t know, sir.
DANIELS
Don’t call me sir, Private, I work
for a living.
They head down the fire escape through a second story
window.
THE ROOF IS ALMOST EMPTY AT THIS POINT. A FEW GUARDS, A FEW
CIVILIANS GETTING THEM WATER. THE WHOLE SCENE SHOULD LOOK
SURREAL WITH THESE "ALTERED" MEN SILENTLY WATCHING THE
SKIES. THESE ARE NOT TYPICAL SOLDIERS ANYMORE. BRICKHAUS
HAS CHANGED THEM. HIS PRESENCE HIS STATURE, HIS OWN
SICKNESS INFECTING THEM.
INT. ACE HARDWARE HALLWAYS - DAY 28
Fletcher, Romanko, Chopper follows Brickhaus through the

hallways and spaces of the Ace Hardware’s
warehouse. Activity bustles around them.
BRICKHAUS
...I understand what you’re saying,
Lieutenant, and I’m telling you
that I either don’t believe you, or
don’t care. I haven’t decided
which yet.
CHOPPER
Sir, without really being able to
get her up, and look under her
skirt--
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 37.
Fletcher cuts off Chopper with a wave her hand.

FLETCHER
I’m not sure how to take that,
sir--
BRICKHAUS
Take it anyway you like. Take it
with milk and sugar.
Romanko chuckles, and glances at Chopper, who gives him back
a ’fuck you’ look.
FLETCHER
Either way, it’s not worth the
risk. Not right now.
The group turns down a hallway, and up to a door sentried

with a single savage looking guard. The guard opens the
door, and without breaking stride, Brickhaus enters. His dog
runs by and heads straight for his "bed".
INT. BRICKHAUS’ QUARTERS - SAME 29

Fletcher stops in the doorway, and looks around in surprise.
Brickhaus’s office is as surreal as the setting. He has
collected, pillaged the surrounding countryside for various
objects reflecting the society that was and the new regime
he is trying to build.
CUTAWAYS: Brickhaus’ stuff.
It’s almost as if a Mongolian Khan has set up his command

tent.
From the outside, Daniels and McWatt walk up to the
door. The guard bars their entry. Daniels is not
intimidated with the guard’s appearance, and stares him
down.
DANIELS
Move.
The guard tenses.
Brickhaus nonchalantly waves him in. Daniels enters with

the same look that Fletcher had.
McWatt tries to follow, but is firmly turned away by the
guard, who then reaches in and closes the door. They are
inside.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 38.
BRICKHAUS
You’re late, Sargent.
DANIELS
No excuse, sir.
ROMANKO
You need to get your head in the
game, Daniels. We work for a
living here.
Daniel says nothing, but his eyes have gone dead as he

stares at Romanko.
Brickhaus points at Chopper.
BRICKHAUS
I want to hear more of what you
have to say.
Chopper looks around uncertainly.
BRICKHAUS
Make it fast, son, I have a patrol
coming in and word is they’ve had
heavy contact.
CHOPPER
I’m telling you, sirs, Big Pete is
done until we get the trans-axle
fixed.
BRICKHAUS
But you said that’s what it
’sounded’ like, right?
CHOPPER
Yes, sir I...
FLETCHER
If my driver says he heard it, I
trust--
BRICKHAUS
Heard what!? A ’pop’!? A ’ping’!?
They all all look at Chopper.

CHOPPER
A ’ping’, sir.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 39.
ROMANKO
What the fuck does that mean, you
’rock’ mother-fucker?
Both Chopper and Daniels step up, and closer to Romanko.
Romanko gets a big grin on his face, places his legs

slightly apart, squares his shoulders, and lets his hands
hang loosely at his sides.
Brickhaus ignores the whole scene, and speaks directly to
Chopper.
BRICKHAUS
Discussion over. Sargent Romanko,
escort the Corporal here to
Mr.Jackson. (to Chopper) You will
get all the specs to MY driver and
we’ll get that bus operating again.
Dismissed.
Chopper shoots a look to Fletcher. She gives him the "go do
what he says" shrug. Exit Chopper and Romanko.
Brickhaus goes over to a old ornate cabinet and opens it

revealing liquor bottles of all kinds. He methodically
pulls an old and expensive looking bottle of bourbon and
three crystal tumblers from the cabinet, setting them down
on his opulent desk. He pours into only two glasses.
Daniels and Fletcher pick up the glasses and take a good

glug.
BRICKHAUS
Maybe we started off on the wrong
tack. (pause) Your man, Clark was
it (pause) it was far more
painless.
Daniels stops and takes more civilized sips as Fletcher
downs hers putting the tumbler back on the desk. She looks
serious as a heart attack.
FLETCHER
Major...
Brickhaus raises his glass. Looking at the refraction of the

light from the oil lamps in the room. He smiles at her
disarmingly.
BRICKHAUS
There is a better life out here,
Lieutenant. A better way. We’re
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 40.
BRICKHAUS (cont’d)
Americans again. Not scrounging
like some third world vagrants.
He moves across the expanse of the room. Gesturing at a map

of the local area.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
We are in a prime area. Not too
many infected, relatively
speaking. A good source of water.
BRICKHAUS IS SO CALM, SO MATTER OF FACT, POLITE EVEN. HE
WANTS HER PEOPLE TO BE REALLY ON THE SAME TEAM AS
HIM. FLETCHER AND DANIELS KNOW HE’S OFF HIS FUCKING ROCKER
NOW. HE’S SETTING HIMSELF UP TO BE KING, OR CZAR OR CAESAR.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
There’s a lot of work to be
done. But we can live again,
Lieutenant. As Americans are
supposed to live. Walk with me
while I check on my patrol.
Daniels finishes his drink. As Brickhaus moves to the door,
he shoots a look at Fletcher. Brickhaus opens the door and
actually offers to hold it as they leave.
BRICKHAUS
We have much to discuss.
EXT. - ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE - DAY

Romanko and Chopper head to a position occupied by Mcwatt
and Corporal Jackson.
ROMANKO
Jackson, hustle up.
Jackson meets them halfway.
ROMANKO
(con’t)
Chopinski’s gonna fill you in on
their rig’s sit rep. The Major
wants a plan, pronto. When I get
back you better have one.
JACKSON
Yes, Sargent, no problem.
Romanko about faces and leaves.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 41.
JACKSON & CHOPPER

(together)
Asshole.
CHOPPER
That boy definitely has a corn cob
up his ass.
Jackson chuckles.
JACKSON
You don’t know the half of it.
Chopper rubs his hands together.
CHOPPER
Ohhhhh, stories...I love
stories. Spill it.
JACKSON
Skip it. You’ll find out. That’s
half the fun.
CHOPPER
Yeah, well... I don’t plan on
bein’ here that long.
A serious look crosses Jackson’s face.

JACKSON
Hey man, we got it good
here. Kings of the fuckin’ pile
around here. All you gotta do is
keep your nose clean, and you get
it all.
Chopper senses strange vibes.
CHOPPER
I guess I’m just an S.F. kinda guy.
Jackson laughs heartily, breaking the tension.
JACKSON
I knew you always were a fag at
heart!
CHOPPER
Ha, ha. I just hope you remember
how to write. I got some truck
info to give ya.
Jackson reaches into an inside pocket of his jacket, and
pulls out a flask; punching it into Chopper’s chest.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 42.
JACKSON
What’s yer rush. This stuff
shouldn’t make you blind; it’s the
best we make.
Chopper eagerly grabs the flask, and takes a long pull.

CHOPPER
Right on!
Jackson puts his arm around Chopper, and they walk away.
JACKSON
You still like to lose money on
stupid shit?
EXT. REFUGEE SECTION - SAME 30

Brickhaus Fletcher and Daniels exit the warehouse of the Ace
Hardware building and come around a corner to, squalor. The
small tent village of refugees behind concertina
wire. Guarded by nameless Brickhaus soldiers on one side
and hounded by straggling zombies on the other side of their
filthy, makeshift compound.
BRICKHAUS
As soon as we secure a livable area
for these people, they can get to
work.
FLETCHER
For what purpose?
The people in these tents look horrible, beaten
down. They’re nothing more than serfs. There are a few
small children playing in the muck. Cleeland passes by with
her medicine bag and exits the gates.
BRICKHAUS O.C.
For the greater good, Lieutenant,
the greater good. We have some
opposing forces, not to mention the
small contingent of ZULU roaming,
but in a short amount of time we’ll
succeed.
He stops Cleeland.
BRICKHAUS
Doctor. We’re doing the good work
aren’t we?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 43.
Cleeland seethes, she holds her anger in, knowing lives may
be in the balance of her emotions.
CLEELAND
I’m out of a lot. Some of those
people need more than I can provide
here, Major.
Brickhaus holds her gently by the arm.
BRICKHAUS
Soon Doctor, as soon as we can
clear up some problems. Carry on.
Cleeland leaves.
DANIELS
Succeed, sir?
BRICKHAUS
In starting over again.
FLETCHER
So we do all of this and then
what? Abandon all the people in
the city?
BRICKHAUS
No. We’ll go back to the city and
gather patriots. They’ll come to
me; see that we can’t live like
rats. We have to be
thorough,practical and strong
because whatever ZULU we don’t kill
will be sure to be on our trail. I
won’t tolerate failure.
FLETCHER
Failure, sir? You dragged us into
this mess. What’s the purpose of
all this, the barricades, those
souls you have stakes out
there. Why not just shoot them
Major, shoot them and be done with
this expedition.
Romanko enters the walking group. Fletcher has hit a nerve
and Brickhaus is starting to lose his cool.
BRICKHAUS
You people are always looking for
answers. Right and wrong to
you. Scapegoats, pariahs and
saviors.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 44.
FLETCHER
But what you have is...
BRICKHAUS
Insane? Is that what you’d pin on
me? Shine it up so those
bureaucrats have something to hang
their hat on. Whats more insane
Lieutenant? That I want to build a
new world or that the dead have
come back to feed on us.
EXT. ROOF - SAME 31

Jackson and Chopper have joined Mcwatt at a firing
position. Down below, one Mick-Fleetwood-looking zombie
stumbles into the clear away from a group, and McWatt takes
the top of its head off. A great shot, from a moderated
distance on a moving target.
MCWATT
Gotcha!
JACKSON
(to Chopper)
I told you. Damn, kid! For a
towny bumpkin, you sure do shoot
good.
Jackson jerks his thumb at McWatt.

JACKSON
(con’t)
This here’s our regular Lee Harvey
Oswald.
MCWATT
Who’s Lee Harvey--
JACKSON
Shut up, kid.
CHOPPER
(to Jackson)
Settle down, asshole.
McWatt turns to Chopper, his face bright with shock.

MCWATT
Hey, you can’t talk to Corporal
Jackson like that!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 45.
JACKSON
Shut up, kid.
Jackson pulls a beat-up pack of smokes from his pocket,
reaches into the pack, extracts one, and places it gingerly
on the rooftop.
JACKSON
(to Chopper)
Stakes high enough?
He addresses McWatt.
JACKSON
(con’t)
Ok, kid. Blast the maggot-farm
with the big tits on my command.
McWatt gets ready behind his weapon, and sights in on his

target.
MCWATT
Sure thing, Corporal.
Chopper places a smoke next to Jackson’s.

CHOPPER
The hell you say.
MCWATT
Say what?
JACKSON & CHOPPER
(together)
Shut up, kid.
JACKSON
Just blast it, dead-eye.
Mcwatt triggers another round. The head is instantly
vaporized. Jackson picks up the smokes.
CHOPPER
and, fuck you.
JACKSON
Kid, the Corporal and I have some
real business to discuss, why don’t
you go help out, somewhere else.
MCWATT
Roger that. I think Greco could use
a hand.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 46.
McWatt eagerly leaves.

Jackson winks at Chopper.
JACKSON
Or two.
Chopper licks his lips hungrily.
EXT. REFUGEE SECTION - SAME 32
The refugees scramble about in the mud; curiously quiet,

they stare back at them with dull beaten cow eyes.
The argument between Fletcher and Brickhaus heats up.
FLETCHER
This doesn’t look like any brave
new future, major. People behind
wire in the mud!
BRICKHAUS
This is just the start. Every day,
our position will get a little
better.
He gestures at the refugees.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
And I’ll take these with me.
As they argue, Romanko makes eye contact with various
soldiers around the perimeter. They slowly ready weapons.
FLETCHER
You need to get some proper medical
staff in here, and see to these
people! Organize some food, for
God’s sake!
BRICKHAUS
I will not tolerate sedition. This
is my land, I command!
BRICKHAUS IS LOSING HIS SHIT, HE’S TRIED PLAYING NICE AND

THIS BITCH ISN’T LETTING HIM DO HIS THING.
Daniels sees what’s going on and quietly reaches to undo the
safety of his rifle. Romanko comes up behind him.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 47.
ROMANKO
(whispering)
Charge that weapon and I will shoot
you where you stand, Marine.
FLETCHER
You need to get your shit
together! You’re an American!
Suddenly, Brickhaus whirls on her; snarling. Everyone
tenses for the fight that might be coming.
BRICKHAUS
Don’t think that you know what that
word means! You may not like this
place, or my methods, but this IS
America. I am! And you and your
men are mine now!
FLETCHER
If you’ve got something to say, say
it. ?
BRICKHAUS
Loyalty.
FLETCHER
What?
Robert Shay, the young boy from before trots by; doing fetch
and carry.
BRICKHAUS
Sgt. Romanko!
Romanko still faces off with Daniels.

ROMANKO
Sir!
Brickhaus gestures towards Robert Shay.

BRICKHAUS
Grab that boy, and hold him.
Romanko moves quick as lightening; grabing the kid, who
cries out in fear. At this point Brickhaus has regained
his "composure".
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
I’m going to say this once,
Lieutenant, so listen very very
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 48.
BRICKHAUS (cont’d)
closely. You will take your
men, and sweep through a
competitor of ours, a tribe if you
will, about twenty clicks
North. By that time we’ll have the
bus rolling. And we’ll gather you
and whatever you have secured and
bring it back here.
FLETCHER
And if I refuse?
BRICKHAUS
Then I’ll execute every
motherfucking sheep herder in this
valley.
He gestures to the surroundings with a sweep of his hand.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
Sweep them away like a vengeful
God.
The full scope of Brickhaus’ madness is now known to
Fletcher.
FLETCHER
(under her breath)
You’re as crazy as a shit-house
rat!
Brickhaus glides even closer, and says things only for her;
his breath hot in her ear.
BRICKHAUS
Oh, no... You think madness in
just one thing or the other; either
sun or moon. But it’s not.
Fletcher is speechless.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
Revenge is always the
same. See? And I want to wade
knee deep into their stinking
undead blood.
His eyes are wild, and bottomless; like a doll’s.

He whispers.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 49.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
I want to eat them!
He steps back, leaving Fletcher alone and unbelieving.
Brickhaus drops his hand down to the butt of his pistol, and
waits.
Fletcher backs away to Daniels’ side.
Brickhaus grins wide, as he knows he has won.

FLETCHER
(to Daniels)
Let’s go, Mark.
DANIELS
You read my mind.
Behind Daniels, Romanko mocks them with a soft voice.
ROMANKO
(to Daniels)
Your husband wants to leave now,
honey.
Fletcher and Daniels are about to exit, when the remnants of
Brickhaus’s patrol are escorted to the Major.
Romanko releases the boy and as the kid darts away, crying,
the Sargent shifts position and takes his place by
Brickhaus’ side.
BRICKHAUS
(to Fletcher)
And don’t go thinking about
changing your mind, I’m keeping one
of yours and sending two of mine.
Brickhaus wheels to the obviously wounded leader of the

patrol. The young man is exasperated, in pain and he looks
half gone.
BRICKHAUS
Report.
PATROL LEADER
Two dead, Major. Byrnes here is
fine, I’m--well I’m a goner
sir. With the Major’s permission
sir.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 50.
Brickhaus’s face turns almost soft and caring at this

point. He leans in and kisses the young man on the forehead
and turns to Fletcher.
BRICKHAUS
Loyalty, Lieutenant.
The young man matter-of-factly pulls a .45 automatic from
his holster and eats the barrel, chugging a round into his
head spraying Byrnes beside him with blood and gray matter.
Brickhaus stands there over the corpse, lost in thought.

CUT TO BLACK.
EXT. RURAL CALIFORNIA - DAY 33
Fletcher’s group trudges along in the sweltering heat.

Romanko, Chopper, and Daniels walk three abreast in a loose
skirmish line. McWatt and Greco are behind them, and
Fletcher brings up the rear.
McWatt drops back in the formation, and sidles near to

Greco. She gives him a big smile, then grows self-conscious
under his adoring gaze; her smile becoming shy and small.
MCWATT
How are you doing back here? Can I
help you with anything?
GRECO
I don’t know. Like what?
McWatt grins boyishly.

MCWATT
Like anything.
Greco grins, and is flattered by his attention.
Fletcher steps closer to the pair.

FLETCHER
Pvt. Greco’s fine.
McWatt is embarrassed, and stammers.

Greco thinks McWatt’s pain is cute as all get out, and glows
at the attention.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 51.
MCWATT
Yes, ma’am. I mean, sir. I
mean...I just thought...
Fletcher is gentle.
FLETCHER
I know. But right now, we’ve got a
job to do, Private. Get back in
formation, and I’ll keep an eye on
Private Greco for you.
MCWATT
Yes, sir.
McWatt moves back to the front.
FLETCHER
(to Greco)
Your puppy’s cute.
GRECO
Uh huh.
AT THE FRONT:
CHOPPER
I’m so thirsty I could swallow my
own piss.
Daniels doesn’t answer. Chopper persists, trying to get a

rise out of the Sargent.
CHOPPER (CONTD)
Maybe I’d swallow your piss too.
DANIELS
What’s wrong with you?
Chopper laughs.
CHOPPER
Nothin’. Just thirsty.
McWatt gets into line, a dreamy look on his face.
CHOPPER
Hey, kid, you wanna drink my piss?
Romanko rolls his eyes at the useless banter.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 52.
ROMANKO
Don’t you ever shut
up. Concentrate on the job.
He peels back to Fletcher and Greco.

McWatt is lost in thought about Greco and possibly the
soldier that offed himself previous. Daniels notices.
DANIELS
Something on your mind Private?
MCWATT
Just thinkin’ bout Dallas?
DANIELS
The City?
MCWATT
No sir. He was my friend. We grew
up together. I hope I’m that
strong when it comes
time. Fuck. He just did it. No
hesitation. Bam. Right in the
head.
CHOPPER
Jesus, Kid shit like that happens
all the time out here. Although I
gotta say you’re old man is one
crazy motherfucker. And when I say
crazy I mean fuckin’ asstarded.
DANIELS
(to Mcwatt)
All you have to do is keep walking,
troop. Keep moving forward, and
stay alive. That’s all this is
about.
Daniels gestures at Chopper.
DANIELS
Worry about the ten feet in front
of you like this sorry lump.
Chopper grins, and flips Daniels ’the bird’.
CHOPPER
(to Daniels)
Eat it, jar head.
Meanwhile, Romanko drifts back to where Fletcher and Greco
trudge.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 53.
ROMANKO
(to Greco)
Screw, sweetheart.
Greco frowns, and moves forward to the middle of the
column. She does not like any attention from this man.
FLETCHER
You got something to say.
ROMANKO
Something. (pause) You people
really frost my cake. I can’t
figure out how any of you made it
this long. This is the most
undisciplined group of--
FLETCHER
You DO know you’re talking to an
officer?
ROMANKO
You people need to get this done
right. I for one want to go back
and live.
FLETCHER
I want to get back to the city,
Sargent. And I should kill you and
Mcwatt and head home, but I’m not
like your Major.
ROMANKO
Yeah Yeah, you and you’re pussy
boyfriend want lives and babies and
a yard, but you really don’t have a
clue, do you?
FLETCHER
What is your point, Sargent?
ROMANKO
Nothing. I know when I’m walking
with a dead man.
FLETCHER
Why don’t you just move on,
Sargent.
ROMANKO
Look how fast I go. Sir.
MONTAGE:
54.
Shots of the squad crossing various terrain. As they

travel, the sun gets lower in the sky.
EXT - ACE HARDWARE - DUSK 34
The sun hangs low, silhouetting figures on the roof. Its

Brickhaus, he moves off the edge.
PANNING ACROSS TO BIG PETE. CRASH ON TWO FIGURES EDGING
TOWARDS THE BUS.
Private Kincaid and Dr. Cleeland quietly flank the zombie

hordes. They make it to the bus and into the beast through
the cupola.

Kincaid in opens an access hatch in the floor.
KINCAID
This is a damn stupid idea.
CLEELAND
I told you I didn’t have a
choice. If I can get the bus
around the other side--
KINCAID
If I can get the bus started.
Kincaid is rummaging around BIG PETE’s innards.
CLEELAND
Fine. If you can get the bus
started. We need to break through
the back. Get my people out and
get rolling.
KINCAID
I don’t know why we just couldn’t
wait for Brickhaus’ lackeys to get
this damn beast inside.
CLEELAND
I’m not waiting another minute or
another life. Besides, you have a
lot riding on this too.
ROMANKO
Yeah yeah. (He comes back up from
the hatch) Ha. Fucker. Chopper,
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 55.
ROMANKO (cont’d)
you were wrong as a
motherfucker. Pete’s as good as
can be. (to Cleeland) I have about
ten minutes work and then we can
get her rolling.
Cleeland smiles.
THE ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE

Brickhaus comes back over to the edge, this time with
Corporal Jackson in tow.
BRICKHAUS
We’ll get that beast rolling along
and then we have a good mobile
platform. Understood, Corporal?
JACKSON
Yes sir. I could use Private
Kincaid’s eye in there, he knows
the bus almost as good as the
driver and--
In the back, BIG PETE fires to life, all of his lights
illuminated Brickhaus and company harshly. Brickhaus and
Jackson turn towards the commotion, in astonishment.
JACKSON (CONTD)
Motherfuckers.
Brickhaus raises his binoculars.

THROUGH BINOCULARS
Private Kincaid puts BIG PETE into gear and rams forward,
Cleeland right behind him. She points toward the direction
they need to go.
THE ROOF
Brickhaus lowers the field glasses. He quickly runs to the
Machine gun position. Jackson following.
BRICKHAUS
Private, open up on the driver of
that bus, now!
The savage looking private racks the M-60 and opens up on
full auto, plowing tracer rounds wildly and then more
focused on the rumbling vehicle.
INSIDE BIG PETE
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 56.
M-60 tracer rounds explode all around Kincaid and

Cleeland. They are going fast. Trying to dodge mosquitoes
with an elephant.
A round hits Kincaid in the shoulder and he momentarily
loses control of the bus. He regains his composure only to
be ripped across the chest and belly with rounds.
He slumps. A dead eye stare out the windshield as his
lifeless feet push the gas pedal to maximum.
Cleeland comes up from her crouch and tries to push Kincaid

out of the seat, to no avail. She fights the wheel. Seeing
that the front barricades are approaching fast.
THE ROOF
Big Pete is no longer in control, it speeds toward the front

of Fort Apache. Plowing undead out of the way. The roof
top guns are firing like mad.
SERIES OF SHOTS
Cleeland bearing down. She’s fighting hard to live.

The zombie horde following, massing behind and in front of
the bus.
The staring eyes of the dead Kincaid.
Brickhaus screaming to his men to Fire, Fire, Fire!

OUTSIDE THE ACE HARDWARE
Big Pete reaches the barricades and for an instant the world
that Brickhaus has built seems peaceful. The machine gun
rips away and then hits the flame thrower’s supply of fuel.
The back of the bus explodes and blows Big Pete forward like
a rampaging armored dinosaur. It comes to a rest just past
the staked infected. Zombies begin to pour in behind it,
some of them catching fire and wandering.
Cleeland is thrown and she breaks her neck, her eyes rolling
back as life is stripped away.
The undead have begun to breach Fort Apache.

THE ROOF
Brickhaus looks on in angered astonishment.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 57.
BRICKHAUS
Fire! Fire on the
horde! Goddamit. Goddamit!
EXT. RURAL CLEARING - NIGHT 36

THROUGH FLETCHER’S BINOCULARS
An encampment of renegade humans mill about a sooty
campfire. There are ten raggedly clothed men, individually
armed with an assortment of weapons. Chained, off to the
side is a naked female zombie, hands removed, mouth wired
shut. Next to her is a beat up human female, naked and
chained. Fletcher and Daniels lay prone on the ridge
overlooking the encampment she hands the binoculars to him,
they speak in hushed tones.
FLETCHER
Six of us. I count a bakers dozen
down there.
DANIELS
I have fourteen, plus the
ZULU. Could be more walking the
perimeter.
FLETCHER
(to herself)
This is it.
Daniels hears her. He hands back the binoculars to
Fletcher.
THROUGH THE BINOCULARS

One of the "renegade" human males approaches the unlikely
pair. He takes out a large, sharp knife and slits the
throat of the human female.
DANIELS
(V.O))
We can still go back. Get Kincaid,
get our asses back to city.
Fletcher brings the binoculars down, there is a look of
restrained rage in her face.
FLETCHER
No. We’re killing these
bastards. Major Brickhaus is gonna
get his pound of flesh and then
we’ll act.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 58.
Romanko scurries up to the ridge.

ROMANKO
What are we waiting for ladies?
Fletcher ignores Romanko ass-handedness.
FLETCHER
(to Daniels)
Hang back with Mcwatt and give us
some fire discipline. I’m going in.
Fletcher waves the others forward.

FLETCHER
Chopper on the left. Greco right
flank. Romanko you’re with me up
the gut. Private Mcwatt?
MCWATT
Yes, Ma’am.
FLETCHER
Stay with Sargent Daniels and
follow his orders. (to Daniels)
Three minutes on my mark.
They check watches.
FLETCHER & DANIELS

Mark.
FLETCHER
(to Chopper and Greco)
Leave the gear. Low and
quiet. Move out.
The ’assault’ team disappears into the darkness. Daniels
lays prone, Mcwatt follows his lead.
DANIELS
Use the light. Make ’em
count. Don’t hit our men.
MCWATT
Yes sir.
LEFT FLANK
Chopper moves silently. His shotgun at the ready.
RIGHT FLANK
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 59.
Greco belly crawls as he approaches a sentry on the

perimeter. He stops. He draws a hunting knife, waits, then
pounces. The renegade stumbles back in the darkness. There
are muffled sounds of death as Greco dispatches the
guard. He gathers his rifle and moves on.
UP THE GUT
Fletcher and Romanko are very close. The encampment meters
away, over a rise. She pauses and checks her watch.
INSERT - The watch hands sweep past the mark.

DANIELS AND MCWATT
The two eye targets. Daniels is ticking the seconds in his
head.
DANIELS
(whispering)
Open up.
THE ENCAMPMENT
Almost simultaneously, two renegade heads explode from the

high caliber bullets of Daniels and Mcwatt. The others
scatter, stunned at the suddenness and surprise of the
deaths of their comrades.
UP THE GUT
Fletcher moves in, searching for targets. She fires,
killing one and moving on. Romanko fires and moves.
RIGHT FLANK
Kincaid shoots another human and runs forward.

LEFT FLANK
Chopper rushes in and is met by three scattering humans. On
instinct he unloads one of the barrels of his weapon into
the face of the lead. His second hits one in the gut and he
goes down in a painful death. The third turns to run and
his head explodes. Chopper finishes off the gut shot by
stomping his brain-pan with the heel of his boot. He
reloads.
UP THE GUT
THROUGH DANIELS SNIPER SCOPE
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 60.
Fletcher is almost at the fire. She sees Chopper running

forward and turns to her right to see if she spots
Greco. Romanko covers and sees a large, Mexican looking
fuck. He eyes the opportunity to off Fletcher. His blatant
hesitation allows the Mexican to fire.
DANIELS
(O.C.)
You filthy son of a bitch.
Fletcher catches some of the blast in her leg and wildly

fires in the air. The Mexican racks his weapon and aims,
lifting it to his face. Then, his face is gone. Replaced
by a gaping hole. The body slumps to the ground and Greco
stands behind with his rifle.
CHOPPER
Lieutenant!
As Chopper rushes forward a final renegade bolts from the
darkness. He is wielding, of all things, spear. Chopper
unceremoniously dispatches him with two quick shots to the
face.
CHOPPER
(to Greco)
Check to make sure we’re clear!
(out to the darkness) Sargent
Daniels!
ROMANKO
Keep it down, Corporal.
Fletcher is hit in the thigh. She tries to stand but

collapses.
FLETCHER
Corporal. Give me the med kit. The
leg. Fuck.
Chopper gets out a compression bandage and wraps the
leg. Holding it in place as he tightens the knot hard.
FLETCHER
Motherfucker!
Daniels and Mcwatt make the scene in a rush. Daniels gets
point blank on Romanko , raising his rifle.
DANIELS
(to Romanko)
You! I should kill you where you
stand right now. Drop it! Drop
the weapon NOW!
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 61.
Romanko complies.
FLETCHER
My fault. Too much of a rush to
get the job done.
Chopper wraps another bandage. Mcwatt looks on, scared.

DANIELS
No, I saw it, I saw the whole
thing.
ROMANKO
Private Mcwatt; if he shoots me,
shoot him.
DANIELS
He saw it too. He knows now.
Mcwatt doesn’t move. He’s caught between being scared and
feeling betrayed.
CHOPPER
There’s a helluva a lot of blood.
Daniels has not lowered his weapon on Romanko.
DANIELS
Pressure. Keep pressure on it. (to
Fletcher) You with us? Stay with
us Lieutenant.
Fletcher reels from the pain and screams.
CHOPPER
She’s going into shock. We have to
stabilize her and keep her warm.
Daniels turns to Mcwatt, he is fumbling for the right thing
to do or say.
DANIELS
(to Mcwatt)
Check the bodies, kill any left
alive.
MCWATT
Sargent?
DANIELS
Do it. Head shots. We don’t need
any of ’em getting back
up. Scrounge for weapons,
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 62.
DANIELS (cont’d)
ammo. Supplies. And put that ZULU
down.
He gestures to the chained up "sex slave".
MCWATT
Yes sir.
CHOPPER
Sarge, I need your help.
Mcwatt moves out. Greco appears.

GRECO
No one around, Sargent Is she--
A loud gunshot startles the group. Fletcher screams in

pain. For the split second Daniels takes his eye off of
Romanko, giving the man time to bolt.
For a moment, Daniels is tempted to go after Romanko, but he
sees his friend and officer bleeding to death and makes a
decision.
DANIELS
Get her closer to the fire.
Fletcher, Groggy pushes herself to get the words out.
FLETCHER
No, get me out of here. Check the
maps we’re close to--fuck this
hurts.
Fletcher’s eyes roll back and she’s unconscious.
EXT - ACE HARDWARE - NIGHT 37
The hardware store and surrounding parking lot are

completely surrounded. The undead have swarmed through the
front, encircling Fort Apache.
Brickhaus and his men have pulled back to the compound that
houses the civilian population.
The ghouls have pushed their way back toward two choke
points on either side of the building.
Brickhaus’ men fire away with some of them scoring hits,
some getting into close combat with the foe, chopping and
piking at the rotting heads.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 63.
Jackson and the Major stand with a group of the most savage
looking of Brickhaus’ men, including the M60. They hold
position, and direct fire. Brickhaus’ dog still holds at
his side.
Behind them, the civilians are whooping it up in a

panic. Caged, rabid chimpanzees. You can’t hear anything
over the din.
Jackson leans in he has to scream to be heard.
JACKSON
The Civvies Major. They’re going
to break the other fence down,
we’ll be fuckin swarmed under!!!
BRICKHAUS
No we won’t! (he turns to his
machine gun team) Cut the wheat
from the chaff boys! Turn that
weapon around and clear that area!
Jackson is stunned as he sees the men comply. The civilians
run and hide as best as they can. They are cut to pieces as
the men open up.
Brickhaus turns back to the more immediate threat. The right
flank choke point is falling. The horde is getting through.
JACKSON
What the fuck do we do now, sir!
BRICKHAUS
(to all his men)
All of you, by fire teams, back
behind the concertina!!(to Jackson)
Breach the far fence, find the
weakest group, use the bodies of
the civilians!
Jackson complies and Brickhaus waits for his men to finish

moving, firing sporadically.
THE BACK FENCE
Jackson is all tensed muscles behind his weapon, as the
horde approaches him. They are getting close, and the
particulars of their faces are all too visible.
JACKSON
(to himself)
Fuck. C’mon. C’mon. Gotta blast
’em. C’mon.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 64.
A nasty looking private comes up beside.

JACKSON
What’s left for demo?!?!
NASTY PRIVATE
Three Satchel charges, Corporal.
JACKSON
What are you waiting for boy?!?!
Hop to it!
BRICKHAUS’ POSITION
ZULU is so close that Brickhaus can smell ’em. He is down
to a few men and they have only this opportunity to get the
fuck out.
BRICKHAUS
Run you men! Follow Jackson to the
breach!!!
Brickhaus knows the time is nigh and desperation he orders
his dog to attack. It distracts most of the zombies enough
and gives the Major a moment to get away. The loyal hound
is ripped to shreds.
Out of the fray a smaller contingent of ghouls heads for the
retreating officer. They swarm him under. Brickhaus
screams bloody murder as he punches, pumps, fights and kicks
them off.
As he goes to beat the last one off he realizes he knows
the face. It is the re-animated corpse of Dr. Sarah
Cleeland.
The recently undead doctor lunges and grabs at her former

tormentor in a death grip at his waist.
Again and again, Major Brickhaus brings the pommel of his
pistol down unto her skull.
Bloody pulp spewing forth, Cleeland/Zombie tears into

Brickhaus’ side, taking out a fist sized chunk of flesh.
In a panic, Brickhaus beats her skull in harder until there
is no more undead movement.
For a moment peace, than the shattering explosion of satchel
charges being blown.
Brickhaus wheels and evades the advancing rotted mass. He
spots Jackson waving him on and few choice survivors.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 65.
Getting to the breach, He looks back one last time at his

dream, one last glance. Silence engulfs the scene as the
last last fighting men of SA-24 are illuminated by the
burning structure beyond.
Brickhaus runs, runs hard. He gets through the fray and

sees the rest of his troop fall. The last is Corporal
Cinque Jackson, clawing his way out from under a pile of
zombies. His screaming body disappears.
EXT / RURAL CALIFORNIA - NIGHT
The moon glows cold as Daniels and the ad-hoc squad enter a
clearing. Fletcher is strapped to makeshift stretcher
carried by Chopper and Daniels
DANIELS
Down Corporal, everyone take
ten.(to Mcwatt) Mcwatt, take Greco
and sweep us a perimeter. Make
sure we don’t have any "friends"
lurking about.
MCWATT
Yes, sir.
DANIELS
and Private...
Mcwatt turns.
DANIELS
(Con’t)
They come crawling out of the wood
work, you get back fast and
quiet. Don’t play hero.
Mcwatt shakes his head affirmative. He and Greco move out,
at the ready.
Those remaining settle down and Daniels pulls out a hand

cranked lantern. He operates the light and sets its dimmer
on a faint glow.
DANIELS
Ten minutes of shut eye will do you
good, Chopper.
CHOPPER
Sargent, I haven’t had a good
nights sleep since corpses started
walking upright trying to take a
bite out of my ass. a couple more
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 66.
CHOPPER (cont’d)
minutes one way or the other ain’t
gonna put me over the edge, sir.
They laugh at the off handed remark. As they settle back to
the business of the night, Daniels pulls a map from his
haversack.
DANIELS
We’ll scout higher ground as soon
as we get a minute. If we are
where The Lieutenant says we are,
there should be a ranch around the
Western side of the next ridge
line. And then we just push hard
for it.
Chopper digs through his pack

CHOPPER
(to himself)
Hmmm. A cold can of tomatoes and
some dehydrated prunes. Lovely.
Chopper laughs to himself, as he begins to eat his shitty

meal.
CHOPPER
(Con’t)
Ya know, when I was jammin’ on this
run from Watsonville to the
city. I used to stop for lunch at
this little place just outside of
Halfmoon bay. (he thinks)
Clark’s! I swear they made the
coffee from old detergent. And her
name was Cassie. She had a fine
set and a teardrop that would make
you get a hard on the size of
bridge. And they used to let the
cookies sit in the case for fuckin
ever. Damn things had mold on
em. You know how long it takes to
grow mold on a cookie. Cassie. I
wonder if she...eh, fuck em. I
never liked their food anyway.
DANIELS
Corporal, if you can’t get some
sleep maybe you could just shut up
for a couple of minutes.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 67.
CHOPPER
Shuttin’ up, Sarge.
Daniels looks at the incapacitated Fletcher.
EXT / RURAL CALIFORNIA - NIGHT 38

Romanko has been running, forever. He is trying to get away
from Fletcher and her squad as fast as he can. It’s a
rather panicked trek.
In the dark, the distance there is light. Maybe one klick
away? He is out of water and has no weapon, but at least
the light means there is a living person on the otehr
end. He decides to chance it.
Slowly, he comes into the small, shrubbery enclosed
clearing. Sitting there, cross-legged in front of the fire
is Brickhaus. As Romanko draws closer he can see the Major
is pale and looks very close sick, if not on the front porch
of death.
ROMANKO
Major. My god, what happened?
BRICKHAUS
Loyalty, Sargent.
Romanko is taken aback by the Major’s answer.
BRICKHAUS
Sit Devin, rest your bones by my
fire.
Romanko slumps and almost collapses next to the oddly calm
form of Brickhaus.
Brickhaus gazes into the fire.

BRICKHAUS
Too many. It’s over. Every mans
constitution is his own. My new
America. Isn’t it oddly cool.
Romanko realizes his superior is beyond sick, beyond life.

ROMANKO
Sir, the men. What happened?
BRICKHAUS
Traitors. I can’t trust anyone.
He turns with a leer toward Romanko.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 68.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
Can I trust you, Sargent.
ROMANKO
Always , sir. (Romanko changes the
subject to the present) Fletcher,
sir, she’s hurt sir and on the
move, we can get to her, get her
men--
Brickhaus hears Fletcher’s name and his eyes light ablaze

with a fury unknown to the living. He launches himself at
Romanko and tackles the man, tearing into his shoulder and
neck with his infected mouth. Chunks of flesh rip loose of
Romanko’s body. Blood everywhere.
Romanko rears back. He is beyond frightened.

ROMANKO
You crazy motherfucker. You’re one
of them. You’re dead!
Brickhaus releases his grip but holds Romanko tightly with

his hands.
BRICKHAUS
Oh no, not yet I’m not. There is
much more to be done, Devin. There
is a world to conquer, troops to
mold. Go, now, go and tell her to
prepare.
Brickhaus stands , his living energy sapped. Romanko,
bleeding, begins to stumble backwards into the darkness.
BRICKHAUS
Now, now I can trust you. My
herald, Sargent Devin Romanko. Go
forth and let her know that I’m
coming! Let the world know!
With that, Brickhaus turns and heads in the opposite
directions. The murmur of the undead become stronger.
EXT / RURAL CALIFORNIA - DAWN 39

THROUGH THE SCOPE OF A RIFLE:
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 69.
A modest two story farmhouse sits against low hills. A

tattered and faded American flag hangs limply from a front
yard flag pole. Daniels lowers his binoculars. From prone
positions, the rest of the squad look on anxiously.
Fletcher, on her stretcher, stirs.
GRECO
No ZULU. What’s the word, Sargent?
DANIELS
Let’s sweep it and make it
sparkle. Stand watch while I
cover.
He points at Chopper and McWatt and makes a punching motion
in the direction of the house. The two men jump up, and haul
ass toward the farmhouse.
EXT. FARMYARD - DAY 40

THROUGH DANIELS SCOPE
Running abreast Chopper, and McWatt race up to the covered

front porch and door.
THE YARD
CHOPPER
Kid! Rush it!
Mcwatt surges ahead of the other two and kicks the door in,
bringing his weapon instantly up to the ready.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY 41

Chopper surges past him into the farmhouse’s front room and
takes up a flanking defensive position.
The living room is as would be expected from such a

dwelling. Except for a centered rocking chair occupied by a
mummified corpse holding an old shotgun. Its yellow teeth
leer obscenely at them.
CHOPPER
We got Zulu!
MCWATT
Shoot him! Shoot him?!?
Chopper realizes the threat level is negligible.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 70.
CHOPPER
No, we’re clear.
10 INT. BEDROOM - DAY 42
With his weapon still at the ready, Mcwatt enters what must
have once been a teenage girl’s bedroom. Shelves with cutesy
knick-knacks and pop star posters adorn the walls. There are
no footprints visible on the thickly dusted floor.
His gaze shifts to the bed. Affixed to the four posts are
heavy home-made shackles. A single bloodstained pillow
punctuates the head of the mattress.
Chopper yells with urgency from the kitchen.
CHOPPER
Kid! Get in here!
Mcwatt moves. He dashes around the corner to find Chopper
sucking down a big bottle of water. Chopper stops and gives
him a bit of a smile.
INT. FARMHOUSE BEDROOM - DAWN 43

Fletcher opens her eyes in a start. She only sleeps lightly
as sleep goes, keeping her back against a wall, combat
webbing loosened, her weapon in a ready position.
Daniels sits next to her, writing. He folds the letter and
stuffs it away, gently.
FLETCHER
I guess I’m not dead.
DANIELS
No, sir. We made it to your
coordinates. Can you stand?
She groans, yawns and straightens. Standing she realizes

there is some activity and notices whistling. Happy
whistling. The pair move out.
Around the house, patrollers are stirring.
Fletcher and Daniels walking. She is a little hobbled, but

a few hours sleep and some medical treatment has basically
mended her. There is an odd silence.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 71.
FLETCHER
You know if I get the craving for
human flesh--
Daniels laughs.
DANIELS
It’s good to see you up and about.
FLETCHER
That was a good call, Mark. Thank
you.
DANIELS
Not my call, yours.
FLETCHER
What’s the sit-rep?
DANIELS
Food. Water. Medicine, all
good. Stuff to barricade the
house. (pause) Romanko’s gone.
FLETCHER
We have to go after
him. Kincaid. Those people.
DANIELS
One more night. Romanko’s used
up. He doesn’t even have a weapon.
FLETCHER
But if he makes it back--
Daniels looks on and nods his head in agreement.
INT. DINING ROOM - SAME 44
Fletcher moves into the dining room and finds the once
turned over table set upright. It’s damaged surface covered
with a old but elegant tablecloth. The matching china,
silverware and stemware are something out of "The Saturday
Evening Post". A picture postcard of a table surrounded by
boarded up windows, shotgun shell impact holes and dried
blood on the walls. Surreal.
Chopper comes inside, carrying a large pan and an old style,
camp coffee pot. Both blackened from being in a fire.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 72.
CHOPPER
Good morning, Lieutenant.
FLETCHER
(confused)
What...is all this?
CHOPPER
Breakfast, sir. I figured we could
use it. It’s not much. Canned
Spam, powdered eggs and some
beans. But at least its hot. And
there’s real coffee.
Chopper has obviously taken a lot of care to give his
comrades some comfort.
FLETCHER
Remind me to put you in for a
medal.
Daniels pulls out the chair at the head of the table for
Fletcher.
FLETCHER
Our driver fancies himself a cook.
Chopper lights up one of his scrounged smokes.
DANIELS
Come on Corporal. No smoking
section.
Chopper ignores him.
FLETCHER
Mcwatt still on watch?
CHOPPER
And Greco.
FLETCHER
Chopper, go call the children to
breakfast.
DANIELS
Lieutenant?
FLETCHER
Thirty minutes of being human ain’t
gonna bring ZULU down on our heads.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 73.
DANIELS
I hear that.
Around this table, the Hell Patrollers are seated. Fletcher
and Daniels at the heads, Chopper, Mcwatt and Greco spaced
among the other chairs They are truly enjoying
themselves. Lost for the minute in decent, hot food and the
company of friends.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
Chopper pouring a big cup of the steaming coffee.

Fletcher tucking a napkin into her filthy clothes.
Mcwatt eating hungrily.
Greco soaking this all in. She smiles at Mcwatt.

Daniels taking his time, eating in a very civilized manner.
Chopper with a grin and sense of accomplishment on his face.
BACK TO SCENE:
Fletcher puts down her utensils and leans back in her
chair. For a moment, she just watches her crew. she looks
over at Daniels, to find that he is already looking at her,
with a smile on his face. They share a moment.
FLETCHER
You know...
The crew grows too silent in anticipation of what she’s
going to say, and the moment passes. but, there is
something here, anyhow.
FLETCHER
(con’t)
Well, gentlemen. We have a lot of
work to do, and (jokingly) I think
that ZULU is probably crawling up
our asses right now.
Chopper leans over to McWatt, who still shovels. He
whispers into his ear.
CHOPPER
She means your ass.
74.
INT. WORK SHED - DAY 45

It’s dim in the shed, and McWatt bends close at his task.
He takes inventory of the shed’s contents.
Suddenly, there is a rush, and Greco is in the shed with

him. McWatt gives a jump.
MCWATT
Jesus Christ!
Greco just smiles impishly.

GRECO
Hey.
McWatt is flustered.
MCWATT
Hey. You scared the crap outta
me.
Greco laughs at his embarrassment.

GRECO
I know.
Greco moves closer to him.
GRECO
(con’t)
It’s just that I thought of
something you could help me
with. But we don’t a have a lot
of time.
McWatt isn’t quite sure how to respond.
MCWATT
Ok. As soon as I’m done here,
I’ll--
This isn’t going the way Greco planned.
GRECO
Look. I like you...
McWatt just stare back, a strange look on his
face. Knowledge?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 75.
GRECO
I can’t tell if you’re an idiot, or
a god-damn genius.
She lunges at McWatt, kissing him passionately. They both

drop to the floor.
EXT. OUTER FARM YARD - DAY 46
Out here, away from the farm yard, the bustle of activity
can barely be heard. Just the SWISH of grass, and some
birds.
Fletcher hobbles out into this scene, and just stops.
DANIELS
(V.O.)
Where are you?
Maybe it’s silly, and she probably knows it is, but she
raises her hands to skim the tops of the wild grass.
DANIELS
(V.O. con’t)
Where are you that I can’t see you
anymore? Can’t even remember what
it was like to have you?
The breeze picks up, and moves Fletcher’s damp hair from her
forehead. She closes her eyes and, for a moment, she is at
peace in the wind.
DANIELS
(V.O. con’t)
All the years ahead. All the
plans.
The distant CLANK of a dropping piece of metal, and a curse

can be heard from the farm house.
Fletcher opens her eyes and, arms still outstretched, spins
in the direction of the house.
DANIELS
(V.O. con’t)
Gone. There is only now. Gone,
and this is what is here.
CLOSE ON FLETCHER
She blinks back tears, a few escaping down her cheeks.

FADE TO:
76.
EXT. OBSERVATION POST - DUSK 47

The sun hangs low above a set of hills in the distance.
McWatt sits in the foxhole, facing the hills. He flips
through a beat-up SPORTS ILLUSTRATED MAGAZINE.
Chopper pulls the lid off a can of SPAM. He reaches in,

pulls out a chunk of meat, pops it in his mouth, and makes a
face.
McWatt flips to a new page to reveal a suntan lotion ad with

a seductive bronzed model.
MCWATT
Damn! How about that?
McWatt holds up the magazine for Chopper to see the ad.

Chopper snatches the magazine away from McWatt.
CHOPPER
Eyes on them hills, Romeo.
MCWATT
Oh, c’mon man.
CHOPPER
Jesus kid.
Chopper flicks two cigarettes at Mcwatt. The young man

catches them and begins to play "Flip the smoke into the
mouth". He misses over and over again.
INT. BEDROOM - SAME 48

Fletcher opens the door slowly, and enters the bedroom.
She props her rifle against the wall, and moves to the desk.
Fletcher reaches out and picks up a small framed picture. A

teenage girl in a homecoming dress stares back at her.
Suddenly, she smashes the frame onto the desk, turns it
over, and tears out only the girl’s face, leaving the rest.
Reaching into her shirt, Fletcher comes out with a small

locket, which she opens to reveal another small photograph
of a girl. But the face has been damaged by fire.
Fletcher places the torn out face in the locket, and closes
the lid; placing the locket back under her shirt.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 77.
Moving away, she opens a roll-back door to reveal a closet

full of clothes. A mirror hangs on the back of the door.
FLETCHER
(to herself)
Girl clothes.
She fingers through the garments, selecting a sexy simple

black dress.
Standing before the mirror, she forces herself to stand up
straight, and holds the dress over her small frame.
Reflected in the mirror, Daniels steps into the room.
Fletcher jumps, and turns in embarrassment.
FLETCHER
Jesus Christ! You don’t sneak up on
somebody.
DANIELS
Sorry, Cinderella. You alright?
Fletcher shrugs nonchalantly, and takes another dress.

Daniels moves behind her, so he can see the mirror too.
DANIELS
A woman of few words. That gonna
fit?
FLETCHER
You know, telling a woman she’s not
gonna fit into a dress is still
taboo.
Her tone changes.

FLETCHER
(con’t)
We’re good?
DANIELS
Good enough. We’re solid on the
perimeter, the roof, that front
room.
She turns again to get a better look at her profile, and the
large scar on her face comes into full view.
Her expression turns from soft to angry, and she flings the
dress to the floor.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 78.
DANIELS
What’d you do that for?
Fletcher fingers the scar on her face.
FLETCHER
Because you can’t put a dress over
this fucking thing.
DANIELS
We’ve all got those.
FLETCHER
Yeah? Well I can’t even recognize
her anymore.
EXT. OBSERVATION POST - SAME 49

The sun is finally setting; the sky turning black.
McWatt dozes, his head dangling, while Chopper also
reclines, and lights up a cigarette.
CHOPPER
Good times.
Suddenly, he leans forward, and stares hard into the
distance. With one foot, Chopper gives McWatt a good swift
kick.
MCWATT
Damn! What the-
Chopper puts his finger up to his lips, and hisses angrily.
CHOPPER
Shut up!
They both sit stock still, as the wind picks up, bringing
with it a soft moaning noise.
THROUGH CHOPPERS BINOCULARS
In the distance its Sargent Romanko, crazy with fever,
lumbering along screaming bloody heralds. He is worn from
the journey.
ROMANKO
He’s coming! You can’t get
away! He’s coming! Tell her to
prepare. Tell her.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 79.
Romanko stumbles to his knees and coughs hard, hacking up

bloody phlegm.
THE O.P.
McWatt’s eyes widen in terror.
CHOPPER
Oh shit!
Romanko gets to the pair and collapses. He is rambling on
and on about Brickhaus and the zombie horde that folows.
CHOPPER
Get him back to house!
Mcwatt is frozen in terror.
CHOPPER
Move your ass, rook!
Chopper scrambles for the flare gun; popping it open to
insert a shell.
INT. BEDROOM - SAME 50

Fletcher sits on the edge of the bed.
Daniels bends down, picks up the dropped dress, and crouches

in front of Fletcher.
DANIELS
You’re not dead, Sandy. You need to
remember that.
Fletcher screws up her face, and tries to hold back tears.

DANIELS
And, they’re not alive. Those
things. They’ll never feel.
FLETCHER
I can’t remember what her face
looks like.
Fletcher is off in her head , in the recent past.
FLETCHER
I was fighting the crowd, trying to
get to my folks’ house. And when I
got there, I was covered in other
people’s blood...
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 80.
Fletcher begins to cry.

FLETCHER
(Cont’d)
...and I could see the front door
was beaten in, and I ran inside,
they were tearing her apart. My mom
and dad were eating her alive, and
I don’t remember what my little
sister looks like.
DANIELS
What you did...what we all did...
You’re sister didn’t die because of
you.
FLETCHER
That sounds like denial, Mark.
DANIELS
Those men prove that there is a
future. And that’s all that
matters. Brickhaus and his kind are
used up. We need you.
Fletcher reaches over and gently squeezes his shoulder, in a
almost sisterly way. Then she leans in and kisses him,
gently, sweetly on the lips.
FLETCHER
You always knew what to say.
The flare appears in the window. The pair are momentarily
stunned.
FLETCHER
Fuck. (to Daniels) The men will be
moving quick.
Daniels is having a moment.
DANIELS
Shit.
FLETCHER
Mark! Let those two in. Get to the
roof. I’m gonna spark the
work-lights with Private Greco.
81.
EXT. FARMYARD - SAME 51

Chopper, McWatt near the farmhouse,with Romanko in
tow. When the floodlights on the roof blaze to life.
CHOPPER
Thank, Christ! (to McWatt)Let’s go!
INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME 52

Daniels enters the living room, and runs over to the door
just as McWatt and Chopper start banging on it.
CHOPPER
Let us the fuck in!
He undoes the lock, flinging the door open. Chopper and
McWatt tumble into the room, spilling the lousy form of
Romanko onto the floor.
Daniels is surprised and shocked at Romanko. He grabs the

shiftless form by the collar. Romanko is stark staring mad.
ROMANKO
He’s on his
way! Coming! Behold! There’s no
way to stop him!
DANIELS
Who, who’s coming!
CHOPPER
Jesus Christ! There’s a shit-ton of
’em headed this way!
In one last act of strength, Romanko quickly climbs Daniels
and goes to choke him out, knocking the rifle from Daniels
hands.
Daniels shifts and draws his fighting knife. The two
wrestle, with Mcwatt and Chopper trying to dislodge the
crazed Romanko.
In a blaze, Romanko’s eyes light up, the knife slicing

between ribs, his face going paler than pale and he slips
into death.
Mcwatt and Chopper back away, slowly, leaving Daniels and
Romanko locked in this last embrace.
Daniels releases Romanko’s body. The Sargent gets them back

to reality.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 82.
DANIELS
You two get this wired tight, and
get your asses up to the roof!
The two men look shocked, Mcwatt especially frightened.
DANIELS
Move it!
Mcwatt and Chopper secure the door, hammering on prepared
boards and nails.
DANIELS
And I mean fast!
Daniels grabs his rifle and at point blank range fires at
Romanko’s head, making sure he will never come back.
EXT. ROOF - NIGHT 53

The immediate surrounding area is brightly lit by the flood
lights; the horde just reaching the edge of the light.
Daniels quickly and calmly takes his position, his rifle and
scope at the ready.
Greco holds her position on the roof. Staring steely -eyed
into the darkness.
Chopper and McWatt scramble out the window, and Chopper

hurries to his position.
McWatt abruptly stops, frozen in fear.
CHOPPER
(to Mcwatt)
Hurry up, motherfucker!
MCWATT
Jesus. How’d they find us?
FLETCHER
It doesn’t matter now. This is our
hand. It’s all we have to play.
Fletcher grabs McWatt’s shoulder.

FLETCHER
(to McWatt)
Now listen. Take what you’re
feeling, and push it way down, and
don’t let it out till after.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 83.
McWatt nods.
FLETCHER
And then, I want you to personally
punch ZULU’s ticket! Understood,
private!?
McWatt Smiles Broadly.

MCWATT
(to Fletcher)
Yes, sir!
Fletcher punches him the shoulder, and McWatt scurries to
his position.
Fletcher shoots up another flare, and confidently strides
down to her position.
Again bathed in ghostly red, the zombies are clearly closer.
They HISS and GROWL at the fresh meat just out of their
reach.
FLETCHER
(to all)
I want a selective base of fire!
Pick your shots, make em count, and
knock their fucking blocks off!
The sound of ROUNDS being chambered ripples across the

rooftop.
FLETCHER
I want you all to think about how
we’re getting out of here alive,
and make that happen. Our way home
is through them, so you will take
ZULU by the face, and punch his
fucking heart out! Is that
understood!?
CHOPPER, DANIELS, AND MCWAT

(together)
YES, SIR!
FLETCHER
Outstanding, gentlemen. I’ll see
you back in the city.
The horde moves into the lights, and their full features can
be seen; rotting caricatures of men, women, and children.
His eyes wide, Daniels makes eye contact with Fletcher.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 84.
Fletcher sets her jaw, draws her pistol, and fires. The
round goes cleanly through a zombie ’emo-kid’s’ eye socket,
the back of his head exploding, sending brain matter in all
directions.
The rest of the group begins firing down on the horde.

Zombies begin dropping left and right.
McWatt hits one who must have once been a beauty queen
square in the face, shattering the back of her skull, and
sending the tumbling bullet into the temple of the zombie
behind her.
Daniels is using his scope with great effectiveness, and
head after head explode in his cross-hairs.
But they don’t have enough ammo against the steadily
advancing horde. Daniels fires his last shell, as does
McWatt.
DANIELS
I’m out!
MCWATT
Rounds complete!
Some zombies reach the front door and begin SCRAPING and
POUNDING at it.
FLETCHER
Jig’s up! Displace downstairs now!
The crew scrambles.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 54

The noise downstairs is deafening, and the front door bulges
on its hinges.
FLETCHER
Mark! Get some more braces on that
door!
Daniels springs forward to the door, with Fletcher right
behind him.
Distorted arms break through a window, a board giving way

with a shriek of NAILS COMING LOOSE.
McWatt grabs a section of plywood and runs for the window.
Greco assists, pushing the arms and torsos of the ghouls
back with whacks from a length of lumber.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 85.
MCWATT
The window! The window!
But the crush of zombies is too strong, and they push
against McWatt’s attempts to cover the breach. One zombie in
particular grabs McWatt’s arm. McWatt lets out a
high-pitched shriek.
CHOPPER
Kid, get down!
McWatt obediently drops down as does Greco. Chopper runs up.

He sticks his shotgun squarely in the face of McWatt’s
attacker.
CHOPPER
Eat this, maggot farm!
Chopper pulls the trigger, and the zombie’s head

disintegrates into an amorphous cloud of red pulp.
Recycling his weapon, he aims to plug another. But, pulling
the trigger, the weapon merely clicks; out of ammunition.
Chopper’s freezes, staring at his empty shotgun.

CHOPPER
Oh shit.
Chopper begins to backs away towards the stairs, his eyes as

big as saucers.
McWatt has recovered, and is again trying to plug the
breach.
MCWATT
(to Chopper)
Get over here you fucking pussy!
GRECO
Do it, you piece of shit! Help us!
FLETCHER
That’s an order, motherfucker!
CHOPPER
I can’t. I can’t. Oh, Christ, I
can’t.
McWatt is losing his struggle.
Fuck!! Somebody help me! I can’t...
I can’t fucking hold-
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 86.
Several powerful zombie arms grab hold of McWatt, and drag

him backwards through the window.
GRECO
Steven!!!!
Greco composes herself and dives out the window to help
Mcwatt.
EXT - THE FARMHOUSE YARD - NIGHT 55

The crush of ZULU is upon them, and Greco is trying to beat
them off with various found objects.
Mcwatt, for his part, is no slouch, the two of them handling

the melee the best they can.
The pair become separated.
A gang of undead pile on Mcwatt and he goes down screaming,
one of the monsters strains and tears Mcwatt’s leg off,
blood flowing hard and fast.
Greco fight back, pushing hard to get to Mcwatt. She
reaches him and backs them both away from the house, against
a shed, an out building of some kind.
They lay there, Mcwatt bleeding out, the Ghouls upon them in
moments.
Mcwatt can’t harness any strength to talk, he just kisses
her one last time, and then ZULU crushes them. Screams can
be heard, blood and entrails can be scene, its a hopeless
mess.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 56
Chopper shrieks in terror, turns, and runs up the stairs,

slamming the door behind him.
Daniels frantically runs over to resume McWatt’s task.
FLETCHER
(to Chopper)
Get back here, you gutless shit!
Fletcher hammers in her last bit of wood, and races over to
Daniels.
Before she can get there, one zombie grabs a hold of

Daniels’ arm and sinks its teeth in, coming away with a huge
chunk of flesh.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 87.
Daniels, screams and falls back clutching his oozing arm.

DANIELS
Jesus Christ!
FLETCHER
Mark!
Fletcher grabs a piece of wood, and slams it over the
breach, managing to hammer it into place.
Daniels clutches his wound on the floor.

DANIELS
I’m bit, I’m bit! Oh fuck, I’m bit!
THE ROOF
Panting with panic, Chopper clambers his way out onto the
roof. Ten feet from him, a few zombies have almost managed
to climb onto the roof. They moan and hiss at him as they
try to find a hand-hold.
Chopper shrieks and turns to run in the opposite direction.

He runs smack into the chest of a huge zombie who might have
once been a college fullback.
The zombie lunges at him, sending them both over the side of
the roof, Chopper shrieking, into the tumult below. Chopper
lands with a heavy thud amidst the horde.
They immediately set upon him, and begin to feed on his
squirming screaming body.
LIVING ROOM
Fletcher hastily bandages Daniels’ arm, who yells in pain.
FLETCHER
What’s wrong, pussy you on your
period?
DANIELS
Very funny!
Fletcher grabs Daniels, and speaks directly into his pained
face.
FLETCHER
Listen, you’re still alive! Those
boards aren’t gonna hold long. So,
we gotta ditch and get the fuck
outta here.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 88.
DANIELS
No. I think I’ll just stay here
awhile. Nice comfy floor...
Fletcher starts pulling at Daniels.
FLETCHER
Come on you can still make it.
Daniels weakly punches Fletcher in the face.
DANIELS
Sandy, I’m fucking bit!
Fletcher grabs Daniels’ head, and kisses him full on the
lips. Tears begin to run down her cheeks. Daniels cups her
face with his hand, and touches her tears.
DANIELS
Not for me. You tried to get us
home.
The noise of zombies trying to pound down the front door
intensifies.
DANIELS
I’ll deal with them. Here, this was
hers, and now it’s yours.
Daniels presses a small object into Fletcher’s hand.

DANIELS
I never had a chance to give it to
her.
Fletcher opens her hand, and sees:

INSERT: a small gold engagement band, soaked in blood.
FLETCHER
Never had a chance to give who?
DANIELS
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Daniels pushes Fletcher away.
DANIELS
You’re alive, and you can build.
Don’t forget that.
Fletcher runs her hand down Daniels’ face, then abruptly
turns, and stumbles quickly away.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 89.
REAR OF HOUSE
Fletcher slithers out one of the back windows, drops to a
crouch, draws her pistol, and quickly surveys the
area. None in sight, as they are all occupied trying to get
in the front.
Fletcher grins, and trots across the yard; heading for open
country.
Suddenly a voice out of the darkness.
BRICKHAUS O.S.
That gun looks awfully dangerous,
Fletcher.
Fletcher whirls to bring the pistol to bear on the voice.
Slumped against some water pumping equipment is the nearly

dead Karl Brickhaus. He gives her a little smile.
Fletcher is in shock, but composes herself.
FLETCHER
The next time I saw you, I honestly
thought it would be back in the
city, with you at the end of a
rope.
Brickhaus chuckles at this.

BRICKHAUS
But, it’s better this way isn’t
it? This is the way you wanted
it.
Fletcher spits out her next words.

FLETCHER
(con’t))
How long, you son of a bitch!?
BRICKHAUS
Oh, going on 12 hours
now. Probably about the same time
you were getting that.
He points to her leg which has started to bleed again.

Fletcher looks down at her leg, and then hefts the pistol up
with both hands; pulling back the hammer. She snarls.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 90.
FLETCHER
You’re dead, Brickhaus.
Brickhaus smiles again.

BRICKHAUS
Major.
Fletcher seethes.
FLETCHER
Shut the fuck up, and close your
eyes, you traitor piece of shit!
Brickhaus is all coolness.
BRICKHAUS
No.
Time is frozen, and they almost seem to exist in a world of
their own.
BRICKHAUS
(con’t)
You know what this is.
FLETCHER
Yes.
BRICKHAUS
And, you will finish it.
FLETCHER
Yes.
The big pistol booms, drilling a hole clean through
Brickhaus’ head, and his expression is frozen on his face as
his body slumps to the ground.
Fletcher lowers the pistol, and backs away into the

darkness.
LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN
Daniels is moving poorly now; dragging his dying body about

the room.
He kills the generator, and all the lights instantly go out;
the moonlight creeping through the fortified windows his
only illumination.
He drags himself into the kitchen, and up to the nearby

stove. Kicking at the exposed gas pipe severs it, and the
HISS of gas fills the room.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 91.
Noise of the front door being battered in. Zombies begin

stumbling through into the house, as Daniels slumps to the
floor, and takes a road flare and a small picture out of his
pockets. He looks at the picture.
INSERT:
A small wallet-sized photo of a pretty young woman in a
carefree candid pose.
The zombies are now almost on him; hissing and growling.
DANIEL
You’ll never live.
Daniels abruptly opens his mouth, stuffs the photo in, and
strikes the flare to life.
FARMYARD
The farmhouse explodes in an enormous fireball, the blast
levels all zombies, and Sandy Fletcher realizes she is
safe. She turns, and stumbles away into the darkness.
EXT. MARIN HEADLANDS - DAWN 57

It is the beginning of a new day, and Fletcher drags herself
painfully across the dry landscape.
Fletcher stumbles up, and over the top of a steep ridge, and
then stops in her tracks.
Before her, sits a panoramic view of the GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE;
stretching away towards the city of SAN FRANCISCO.
Despite her deteriorated condition, Fletcher manages a weak

smile, and begins the last leg of her trek home.
INSERT:
The locket around her neck jangles as she walks. But now, it
is joined by Daniels’ ring, dancing and jumping next to it.
FADE OUT
EXT. PATROL STAGING AREA, SAN FRANCISCO - DAWN 58

SUPER: FREEDOM EMBARCEDARO, Z-DAWN + 1760 DAYS
CUT TO
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 92.
An altered American flag flutters above a San Francisco

parking lot, now used as a patrol staging area. The
standard is familiar but shows qualities of these now
hardened people.
Uniformed troops bustle about in jogging columns; their

uniformly futuristic-looking assault rifles held at ’port
arms’; squad leaders bellowing orders.
Fletcher moves among the tumult, her major’s oak leaf
cluster flashing in the sun. She climbs aboard the back of a
deuce-and-a-half truck with the rest of her grunts, who all
instantly ’snap to’.
FLETCHER
Take it sleazy, gents. What do ’ya
hear!?
SOLDIERS
(in unison)
Nothin’ but the rain, Sir!!
FLETCHER
Outstanding!
She plops down next to a very young soldier, who is lost in
all his gear.
He looks at her and grins nervously, then remembers
himself, and makes a bad show of stoically looking straight
ahead.
Fletcher leans over to the young man, and speaks privately
into his ear.
FLETCHER
Now listen. Take what you’re
feeling and push it way down...
The motorized column moves out, with the Golden Gate Bridge
and city of San Francisco in the background.
FADE OUT.
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Behind them huddle 10, or so scraggly looking, malnourished

THE CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO IS CORDONED OFF FROM THE REST OF

Chang manages to crawl a few more yards, but they are on

Chang shrieks with new horror and disbelief at her missing

EXT. CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY 99 - DAY 2

A highly altered San Francisco municipal bus blasts down the

INT. BIG PETE - SAME 3

Driving the rig, CPL. GEORGE "CHOPPER" CHOPINSKI, 32, an

CLOSE ON: Each persons tag and gear; examining their

The Medic; CPL. TOBI CLARK, 25. Radioman; PVT. NATHAN

These people are on their way home, and the atmosphere is

Kincaid grabs a clip board hanging from a nail, and

Kincaid finishes, rips off the sheet, and hands it to

EXT. FREEWAY - SAME 4

INT. MUNI BUS - SAME 5

Greco leans in next to him to get a look in the mirror too,

Chopper shoots her a shit-eating grin.

Chopper eyes her young body.

Greco slaps her ass in response, and Chopper watches her

Fletcher gives him a pissed off look.

She pauses and reaches into her pocket pulling out a

Fletcher leaves for her cupola.

Daniels joins the two from his "squaring away".

With one hand Chopper digs through a box of old

EXT. - HIGHWAY 99 - DAY 6

INT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - DAY 7

The song gradually drifts out, leaving us with only Daniels

Fletcher topside the wind blowing her hair, her tanker

Daniels again, cleaning his weapon. He moves to check his

EXT - MODESTO CALIFORNIA - DAY 8

An average ACE HARDWARE store is besieged on all sides by

Down below, there is a noticeable increase in the ’moaning’,

He surveys the stragglers.

The survivors herd slowly towards him.

Romanko drifts to the front, near the stage. He grins.

Cleeland now sense the trap, looking behind her at the

The crowd begins to moan like frightened cattle, as they

The BOOMING of the large pistol ends the argument. The

Brickhaus levels his pistol at Delores, who is too

Brickhaus fires, killing Delores.

Brickhaus Addresses Romanko.

Romanko "snaps to" in mock parade ground stiffness.

Brickhaus steps off his stage, and up to the frightened

Cleeland looks up at Brickhaus with hatred in her eyes.

Brickhaus seems pleases by this forceful response, and

He leans in to speak into Cleeland’s ear.

As an after-thought, Brickhaus calls after the disappearing

EXT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - DAY 9

INSERT - BINOCULAR POV - In the distance, two small bodies

She raises her glasses again.

Her view moves over to three, or four people lashed to

EXT. - ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE - SAME 10

The bus still sits.

EXT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - SAME 11

Daniels emerges topside.

INSERT - HUNTING SCOPE POV.

EXT. - ROOF OF THE ACE HARDWARE - SAME 12

The trotting troops move past the stationary Romanko and

Brickhaus bellows over to them.

EXT. - SA-26 "BIG PETE" - SAME 13

He hands the old style walkie-talkie to Fletcher.

Fletcher turns back to looking into the distance, and hefts