Dead on the Horizon Volume 1: Survival

The dead have started to rise from their graves. All across the globe, it's up to a small group of survivors to come together and find each other in order to protect themselves from the flesh eaters. Will they survive or will there only be the dead on the horizon?

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2. Nothing Else Matters

IRVING VO:

“And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves, and raise you from your graves, O my people.” – Ezekiel 37:13. I used to teach that every Sunday before the incident erupted. It’s now been two weeks and…Jesus, has it really been two weeks? Wow. My name is Irving Chandler and please, don’t call me Father. I’m still trying to teach the group I’m with to stop calling me that. Our group is located on the outskirts of Lakeside near the woods. If you hear this…maybe you can find us. Just look for the smoke signals in the sky.

 

EXT – LAKESIDE CAMP

(Gunshots goes off. A zombie goes down)

DESIREE:

I got him!

WALLACE:

Don’t get too carried away. You stop for one minute to celebrate and you could get caught up in a whole swarm of these motherfuckers.

DESIREE:

They’re slow as turtles, Wallace. Just because you ran the hunting store before the incident occurred doesn’t mean you know everything.

WALLACE:

I know a lot more than you, little lady. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t know how to hold that damn gun.

DESIREE:

There’s two more coming up over that ridge.

WALLACE:

The noise attracted them. These things may seem dumb but they still have some smarts left in their dead heads somewhere.

DESIREE:

I got them.

WALLACE:

Naw, let me and Betsy take care of these two.

(WALLACE raises his sniper)

DESIREE:

You named your sniper rifle Betsy?

WALLACE:

Had this baby since the war. She deserves a proper title.

DESIREE:

And that title was Betsy?

(Gunshot)

WALLACE:

Yep.

(LUKE walks up)

LUKE:

Hey Desiree, you’re wanted back at the camp. I’ll take over here with Wallace.

DESIREE:

Sure.

WALLACE:

Remember what I told yah and keep an eye out little lady.

DESIREE:

I’ll keep that under my hat.

 

INT – IRVINGS TENT

(IRVING is drinking when MARY enters)

MARY:

Father, may I speak to you?

IRVING:

Mary, please. You don’t have to call me Father.

MARY:

I’m sorry. I can go if I’m being a hassle.

IRVING:

No, it’s okay. I was just reading this book. What is it that you need?

MARY:

I…I was hoping that I could confess some sins to you.

IRVING:

Mary…

MARY:

Please, Father.

IRVING:

Irving.

MARY:

I’m sorry. It’s just I don’t know who else to speak to and-

IRVING:

You can’t speak to Luke or Doctor Marshal?

MARY:

No. I feel like you’re the only one who would understand my situation.

IRVING:

You do understand I’m not a man of God anymore?

MARY:

I understand.

IRVING:

-sighs- Fine. Go ahead and please sit.

MARY:

Thank you Irving.

(She sits)

IRVING:

What is it that you need to tell me?

(Brief pause)

MARY:

I can’t go on living like this. This world is just eating away at me. I can’t watch people destroy their humanity. Just a few minutes ago…I had to…I had to-

IRVING:

What did you have to do?

MARY:

Owen. He was coughing really badly. You know the symptoms right? Every time someone gets sick…they die. And every time they die, they turn. I couldn’t have him endanger the group so I…I killed him.

(Pause)

IRVING:

You killed your son?

MARY:

He was sick, Father.

IRVING:

But you didn’t bother to tell anyone? Not even Doctor Marshal?

MARY:

There was no time.

IRVING:

How badly was he coughing?

MARY:

Well-

IRVING:

How bad was it, Mary?

MARY:

I can’t remember. I was so nervous and I was caught up in the moment-

IRVING:

You may have just killed an innocent child.

(IRVING stands up)

MARY:

Where are you going?

IRVING:

I’m going to get some fresh air.

MARY:

But, Father-

IRVING:

Please stop calling me that.

MARY:

Irving, please…don’t tell anyone.

(Pause)

MARY:

Please.

IRVING:

Where’s the body?

MARY:

I done put it away.

IRVING:

I would say “may God wash away your sins” but…I’m afraid that God has no place in this world anymore.

 

(IRVING exits)

EXT – LAKESIDE CAMP

(WALLACE lights up a cigarette)

LUKE:

You really shouldn’t smoke.

WALLACE:

Here’s the way I see it. If it ain’t the flesh eaters that’ll kill me, it’s this shit.

LUKE:

So either way, you’re going down hacking up blood?

WALLACE:

Either way I’m gonna go down like a champ.

LUKE:

It wouldn’t be like you not too.

WALLACE:

Damn right kid. Want one?

LUKE:

No, thanks. I’m not much of a smoker.

WALLACE:

Suit yourself. This is the perfect time to try new things, bend rules, break laws.

LUKE:

Thanks but no thanks, Wallace. I’m still trying to hold onto what little sanctuary I have left before all hell broke loose.

WALLACE:

 Awe really? And what would that be? We never really get to talk much Luke.

LUKE:

I didn’t really have much of a story before the incident occurred. I was just any other plain homeschooled kid.

WALLACE:

Homeschooled, eh?

LUKE:

Yeah. I was right in the middle of math when the front door to our house came crashing down and we were attacked by those things. Both my parents were killed.

WALLACE:

Terrible way to go out: Right smack dab in the middle of algebra.

(WALLACE inhales smoke)

LUKE:

I would appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of my parent’s death.

WALLACE:

Sorry kid.

LUKE:

Sure you are.

(A few zombies walk into the distance)

LUKE:

Hey, a few slow pokes are making their way up here. Should we take them out?

WALLACE:

It might be easier to use the machete on them. Go on out there and show them whose boss. It’s quieter.

LUKE:

You sure?

WALLACE:

Yeah. It might stop attracting them.

LUKE:

Okay.

WALLACE:

You need me to hold your hand?

LUKE:

I’ll be right back.

(LUKE takes out his machete and walks away)

 

EXT – INNER CAMP

(DESIREE walks up to CLAYTON)

DESIREE:

Hey Clayton. I was told I was needed back here at camp.

CLAYTON:

Yeah. I wanted to speak with you personally.

DESIREE:

What is it?

CLAYTON:

I just wanted you to have a quick check up with Doctor Marshal is all.

DESIREE:

Why?

CLAYTON:

Why? Well after last night and everything…

DESIREE:

Last night? Clay, last night was nothing.

CLAYTON:

Nothing? Are you telling me our scene in my tent last night was not something?

DESIREE:

Clay, we barely did anything.

CLAYTON:

Dez, we had sex last night and it was passionate.

DESIREE:

Sex? You mean those two minutes of awkward grinding and whimpering when we should have been keeping watch over the camp? Is that what you call sex?

CLAYTON:

I’m only keeping an eye out for you.

DESIREE:

What? Are you trying to make sure your seed doesn’t impregnate me so we don’t bear a child in this ungodly world?

CLAYTON:

Can you please keep your voice down?

DESIREE:

What? Is Mr. Leader of the Group too nervous that everyone is going overhear me? Are you scared that they’ll find out that the man who organized this group just had sex with Desiree?

CLAYTON:

Dez, it’s not like that.

DESIREE:

Then what is it, Clay? What is it? Tell me!

CLAYTON:

I’ve fallen in love with you…

(Pause)

DESIREE:

We barely know each other.

CLAYTON:

But we made love.

DESIREE:

Please, just give me some space Clayton.

CLAYTON:

Dez, wait-

(IRVING walks up)

IRVING:

Clayton.

DESIREE:

I’m leaving.

(DESIREE exits)

CLAYTON:

Desiree!

IRVING:

Clayton, we need to talk about something.

CLAYTON:

What is it, Father? Oh, I’m sorry…Irving?

IRVING:

It’s Mary. She just told me something extremely dire.

CLAYTON:

Yes?

IRVING:

Can we please step into your tent?

CLAYTON:

Of course.

 

EXT – LAKESIDE CAMP

(LUKE and WALLACE watch the trees)

LUKE:

Shoot. Forgot my binoculars.

WALLACE:

Don’t worry. I got Betsy. She has a damn pretty scope on her.

LUKE:

It should be getting pretty dark soon.

WALLACE:

Soon enough.

(WALLACE puts the scope up to his eye)

LUKE:

Anything out there?

WALLACE:

Just trees and hills. The way the world should be.

LUKE:

Good.

(We then hear a faint moaning in the distance. It starts to get louder)

LUKE:

You know, Wallace. This whole experience is really starting to change me as a person. I think it’s-

WALLACE:

Shhh! Quiet. Do you hear that?

LUKE:

Yeah. What is that?

(WALLACE looks through his scope)

WALLACE:

I see something.

LUKE:

What?

WALLACE:

Holy hell…

LUKE:

What it is?

WALLACE:

It’s a whole herd of them.

LUKE:

How big?

WALLACE:

I’d say fifty or so.

LUKE:

Oh God…

WALLACE:

Come on. We need to get back to the camp and pack up. There’s no way we can take down that wall of dead flesh without being torn apart. Come on! Let’s go!

 

INT – CLAYTONS TENT

CLAYTON:

And she told you this?

IRVING:

Straight to my face.

CLAYTON:

Dammit. I’m trying to keep peace within this group and here someone goes and does this.

IRVING:

What do you suppose we do?

CLAYTON:

We can’t possibly keep her if she thinks what she did was a good idea. She’s a potential threat to everyone else.

IRVING:

Are you implying we should cast her out into the wilderness like a wild animal?

CLAYTON:

I don’t know. How unhinged did she appear?

IRVING;

Unhinged isn’t the best word to describe it.

CLAYTON:

Okay. Did she show a little bit of remorse?

IRVING:

Obviously she had some remorse if she came to me.

CLAYTON:

Then we’ll have to do something about her.

WALLACE:

Clayton! Where’s Clayton!?

IRVING:

Is that Wallace?

CLAYTON:

He’s supposed to be keeping watch.

(The two leave the tent)

WALLACE:

Clayton, for Christ sake there you are!

CLAYTON:

Wallace, what are you and Luke doing back up here? You two are supposed to be-

WALLACE:

Listen dammit! There’s a whole herd of creepers coming up the tree line. They’re heading this way!

IRVING:

Wait a minute? A whole herd?

CLAYTON:

How many?

LUKE:

About fifty, maybe even more.

CLAYTON:

Fuck. Okay, load up the trucks. Tell everyone we’re leaving this area now.

WALLACE:

Right.

IRVING:

What about Mary?

CLAYTON:

Nothing else matters at this point except for the safety of our group.

(CLAYTON picks up a bullhorn and starts to yell)

CLAYTON:

Attention Camp Lakeside! This is your leader Clayton Albridge! Code Yellow. I repeat Code Yellow. This is not a drill!

(Suddenly, we hear people rushing around)

LUKE:

I’ll go help Doctor Marshal pack up all his supplies.

IRVING:

I’ll go get my van started.

(DESIREE runs by)

CLAYTON:

Desiree!

DESIREE:

What is it Clayton?

CLAYTON:

I just wanted to wish you good luck. Be safe out here…it’s dangerous.

DESIREE:

Thanks.

(She runs off. MARY walks in crying)

CLAYTON:

Mary, what is it?

MARY:

It’s Owen. I can’t find him anywhere.

CLAYTON:

Owen? Don’t worry, I’ll find him for you.

MARY:

Bless you, Mr. Albridge.

(Mary walks off)

CLAYTON:

Wait a minute…

(Suddenly there are screams. DESIREE falls out of her tent as OWEN, as a zombie, claws atop of her)

DESIREE:

HELP!

LUKE:

A corpse is attacking her!

CLAYTON:

Desiree!

WALLACE:

I got it.

(WALLACE points his gun at OWEN)

CLAYTON:

No, don’t shoot it. You’ll get blood all over her and she’ll get infected.

(CLAYTON grabs the zombie and pulls it off of DESIREE)

CLAYTON:

I got it! Hand me that axe!

(LUKE tosses a mini axe to CLAYTON. CLAYTON lurches forward and slices the head off of OWEN)

DESIREE:

Oh my God!

IRVING:

Are you okay? Were you bit or scratched?

DESIREE:

I’m fine.

WALLACE:

Wasn’t that corpse Mary Opel’s kid?

CLAYTON:

Where the hell is that crazy bitch!? She could have gotten us killed!

IRVING:

No time for that. We gotta pack up.

(The sound of moaning zombies are heard)

CLAYTON:

Shit. Everyone get in their cars.

LUKE:

But we’re not all packed up.

CLAYTON:

There’s no time!

(Zombies exit through the trees)

WALLACE:

Aim for the heads!

(Gunshots go off. IRVING starts his van up and LUKE hops inside)

IRVING:

Get in!

LUKE:

I’m in!

WALLACE:

I’ll get in my pick up! Go on without me!

IRVING:

We all need to ride in one vehicle. Come on!

WALLACE:

That pick up has been with me since I got home from the war. I ain’t going anywhere without it-

IRVING:

Dammit Wallace! Get in my goddamn van!

LUKE:

Don’t make the Father use Gods name in vein anymore, Wallace.

WALLACE:

Fine!

(WALLACE hops in)

CLAYTON:

Get in the van Desiree! I’m going to help find the doctor.

DESIREE:

You’ll never get back in time!

CLAYTON:

Just go!

DESIREE:

We’ll wait for you!

(DESIREE gets in the van and closes the door. They hear mumbles in the back seat)

WALLACE:

Who the hell is that?

(They look in the back and see MARY)

MARY:

And may God have mercy on all of our souls….

IRVING:

We just found our culprit.

 

INT – DOCTORS TENT

(CLAYTON rushes in to find zombies eating DOCTOR MARSHALL)

CLAYTON:

Doctor Marshal? No! Oh God!

(CLAYTON runs out and hits zombies over the head with his axe)

CLAYTON:

Take that! Take that, dammit!

IRVING:

We gotta go.

DESIREE:

But the others!

WALLACE:

We’re the only ones left.

LUKE:

I think I see Clayton!

DESIREE:

I see him too! We just can’t leave him!

(CLAYTON smashes zombies over the head with his axe)

IRVING:

We’re about to be swarmed.

CLAYTON:

GO!

(CLAYTON sticks the axe in a zombies head and it sticks)

DESIREE:

No!

LUKE:

What happened?

DESIREE:

His axe got stuck.

CLAYTON:

Drive! Go on without me!

(A zombie bites into CLAYTON’S neck)

CLAYTON:

Ahhhh!

IRVING:

We’re leaving now.

(IRVING drives the van away from the horde of zombies who overtake CLAYTON)

 

INT – IRVINGS VAN

LUKE:

Where do we go now?

IRVING:

Where ever safety welcomes us.

WALLACE:

We had a good spot back there. Now look at us, running like mice.

IRVING:

Don’t worry. We’ll find somewhere new.

MARY:

Are you okay, Desiree?

DESIREE:

I’m okay.

LUKE:

You’ve been awful quiet.

DESIREE:

I’m just still in shock after what happened.

WALLACE:

Let the little lady relax.

IRVING:

I think I see a little safe haven up here.

MARY:

What is it?

WALLACE:

I’ll be dammed. It’s a police station.

IRVING:

Anybody feel like stocking up?

WALLACE:

You don’t have to tell me twice.

(They pull over)

MARY:

It’s going to be okay, dear.

DESIREE:

I know.

(We fade out to “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica)

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