Chapter 1 Transcript

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[top]Part 1


MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
As I recall, the months leading up to when this all began werenít much to remember. My unit returned home earlier that year from our tour in Iraq. I had spent 365 on ground working as military intelligence. Our group came up with those playing cards you saw on the news: the 52 most wanted. I was a hard-charge PFC back then. But that was the first tour. After a third, I was the tired and depressed sergeant. Nothing scared me back then. I didnít fear death, or what might be on the other side if today was my last day. That was then, and this is now. I write this, not really for anyone to read, but for my own sanity. Maybe if I go over it again from the beginning it might make more sense to me. And then again, maybe not.

(Footsteps are heard as Michael walks down a hallway)

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
I was 27 at the time and in my fourth year in college. I started my freshman year in 2001, almost 8 years ago now. Huh. I remember the day as it was burned into my head. May 8th, 2009.

COLLEGE GIRL:
Hey Michael, where you goiní?

MICHAEL:
Uh, class.

COLLEGE GIRL:
(giggle) Did you study for the quiz today?

MICHAEL:
Ha, no, not really.

COLLEGE GIRL:
Neither did I.

MICHAEL:
Yeah, well, alright.

COLLEGE GIRL:
Hey, are you going to the Omega party this weekend? Itís gonna be so awesome, and I thought you might wanna, go with me-

MICHAEL:
Uh no, donít wanna, but thanks though.

COLLEGE GIRL:
Why not?

MICHAEL:
What, is it better to say, ďO-ok, maybe, well, another time?Ē

COLLEGE GIRL:
Geez, you donít have to be such a jerk about it.

MICHAEL:
I was direct, howís that being a jerk?

(Michael and the College Girl enter their classroom, where the students are taking a test)

TEACHER:
Once youíre done, um, go ahead and, put your papers up here, and uh you guys, you guys are free to go.

(A distant explosion sounds off)

MICHAEL:
What the hell?

COLLEGE GIRL:
Did you hear that?

TEACHER:
You know, itís probably just the uh, the construction going on next door, now, please just-

MICHAEL:
Thatís not construction.

TEACHER:
Címon, take your seat.

(Michael gets up from his seat, ready to leave)

TEACHER:
Hey! Hey, you know, thereís not gonna be any make-ups for the quiz if you go. I-I-

(Classroom door shuts as Michael hurries down the hall)

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
I remembered seeing everyone gathered around the television. I expected a bombing, or maybe even another attack on U.S. soil. Part of me was planning for the worst, butÖ nothing couldíve prepared me for what I saw.

STUDENT:
Did you see that?

NEWSCASTER (TV):
Ömust be shocking, but I assure you, they are very real. Uh, we are receiving reports from all around the Los Angeles area and downtown San Diego. Men and women attacking each other, biting and thrashing at one another. (students gasp) Local law enforcement is now responding. Oh my God. Theyíre attacking the police officers. The attackers seem to have no hesitation as toÖ

COLLEGE GIRL:
The hell is going on? Thatís only like, 20 miles from here, do you think itís gonna reach us?

(Michael phone rings and he picks up)

MICHAEL:
Hello?

ANGEL (PHONE):
Michael, itís Lieutenant Angel. Where are you?

MICHAEL:
Iím at school right now, whatís going on?

ANGEL (PHONE):
We need you to come to the unit, right away.

MICHAEL:
Is this about whatís on the TV?

ANGEL (PHONE):
Iím stuck in traffic, so I have no idea. I just got a phone call from the commander, and now Iím calling you. How long till you can get here?

MICHAEL:
Um, maybe 30 minutes, but I donít have my uniform.

ANGEL (PHONE):
Donít worry about those, we have a couple spare in the unit. Just get there as fast you as can.

MICHAEL:
Alright, Iím on my way.

(Michael runs outside)



(Various cars can be heard honking)

MICHAEL:
What the hell do you want me to do? Heís not moving in front of me either! Canít go anywhere, God damn!

(Michael turns on the radio)

NEWSCASTER (RADIO):
The 101 has been completely shut down in the area of the riots. Do not attempt taking the five freeway as it is stopped due to a massive accident outside Bell in South Los Angeles.

(Michael turns off the radio)

MICHAEL:
Great, right before my exit.

(A guy behind Michael starts honking)

MICHAEL:
I swear, Iím gonna rip your ass outta that car- (car starts driving) finally!

(Michaelís car comes to an abrupt halt)

MICHAEL:
What the hell is that?

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
The first time I saw Ďem, I froze. Something inside me told me not to move. The group of them moved past my car to the guy honking behind me. Their bodies were littered with scars and bruises, and their eyes were glazed over. The news made it sound like these were people gone mad, but the way they movedÖ made me think that these may not be people at all.

(More honking and sounds of running)

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
It seemed almost in slow motion the way they piled onto that honkerís car. Within seconds they shattered the glass and pulled him through the windshield. Like a pack of wild dogs they tore him apart. (sounds of the man screaming) I found my feet seconds later and pushed on the pedal as hard as I could, driving onto the grassy medium. The escaping look of mortality in the manís faceÖ still haunts me today.



(Michael pulls up to a gate and attempts to enter a code to open it)

PINPAD VOICE:
Invalid entry. (Michael groans) Please try again.

(Michael tries again)

PINPAD VOICE:
Access granted. Please enter.

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
When I drove up, I saw Lieutenant Angel Tunudo: the tall, blond, spoiled kid who just got out of officer school. A program tailored to turn men into leaders, but I had more command experience in my thumb, than he had in his entire body.

(Michael's car door shuts)

MICHAEL:
Angel! Where the hell is everyone else?

ANGEL:
I was told they were on their way. I keep calling the commander but heís not picking up. Wait, is that his truck? No, itís just Saul.
(to Michael)
What the hell happened to you, you look pale!

MICHAEL:
You didnít see it? Werenít you on the five too?

SAUL:
Could someone please tell me what the fuck that was?

ANGEL:
I came off the 710, what was-

MICHAEL:
Those things ran onto the freeway!

SAUL:
You see that shit? They tore that car apart like a tin can. Poor angry bastard, actually kinda feel sorry for him now.

ANGEL:
What the hell are you talkiní about?

MICHAEL:
You have no idea whatís going on?

ANGEL:
No, would somebody please explain to me?

SAUL:
Youíre the one who called us in, why donít you tell us-

ANGEL:
No one told me a thing! All they told me was to call my squad and get my ass down here right away. I heard about the rioters on the radio, but why the hell would they run onto the freeway?

MICHAEL:
Those were not rioters, they attacked a guy who was honking at me on the freeway!

SAUL:
They werenít attacking him, they were eating him.

ANGEL:
They were what?

SAUL:
I wasnít far behind Michael. They were taking big chunks, and shoving them in their mouths!

ANGEL:
What!? Why would they-

MICHAEL:
They were like animals, and they sure as hell werenít like us anymore, not with those eyes.

ANGEL:
Then what were they?

SAUL:
Zombies.

MICHAEL:
Címon Saul, this isnít the time.

SAUL:
No joke Sarge, what if they are?

(Sirens are heard in the distance)

ANGEL:
Think about it just for a second.

(Sirens stop)

ANGEL:
Ok. The mental hospital is not too far from here, what if, what you saw was just a breakout. We were probably brought in just to take them down.

SAUL:
Oh, you didnít see them, what the hell do you know?

ANGEL:
Hey, donít talk to me that way! Iím still an officer, and youíre just still a lowly specialist!

MICHAEL:
Hey, hey, easy Angel, I got this! Saul, come here.

(Michael and Saul step aside to talk in private)

SAUL:
Well, how can he say that shit, you know as well as I do that the hospital is like 10 miles from here, thereís no way that they could-

MICHAEL:
Hey, hey, hey, I agree, I agree, I donít think so either. I know heís a pain in the ass, and once he sees one of these things, heíll change his mind. But right now, we canít lose our heads. We still have a chain of commandÖ and he is still in charge.

SAUL:
I know. Iím sorry Sarge.

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
Saul was a great soldier. Sure, he always spoke his mind, and it often got him in trouble. If heíd held his tongue he wouldíve outranked me by now. He came to our unit with the rank of specialist from Mountain Division. I guess he got tired of the cold weather. We served overseas together and when we got back he transferred to our unit. (chuckle) He said something about the California girls calling to him.

(Three beeps sound from Angelís phone)

ANGEL:
Still no answer.

MICHAEL:
Oh. Well the rest may be stuck in traffic trying to get here.

SAUL:
So what do we do?

ANGEL:
I donít know. Letís, just wait till they get here.

MICHAEL:
Lieutenant, do you think we can get into the arms room and at least get a few rifles in case something happens?

ANGEL:
W-we canít!

MICHAEL:
Why not?

ANGEL:
Look, I have the key to the door, but the commander has the combo for the alarms and the key for the arms racks. You know, weíre- weíll just wait for the commander. He will know what to do.

(Nearby explosions go off close to base)

SAUL:
That one was close!

MICHAEL:
The way I see it, itís better safe than sorry. I say we open the door, clip the locks, and to hell with the alarm!

SAUL:
Iíll get the bolt cutters from the cage.

ANGEL:
Wait, I didnít say we were gonna-

MICHAEL:
Look, sir, all due respect, but my instincts are a lot more field-tested than your month out of officer candidate school. Iím tryna help you out and youíre not playing ball!

ANGEL:
Youíre acting completely drastic. What youíre asking me to do could really get us into trouble. You act as if weíre at war!

(Nearby gunfire continues)

MICHAEL:
Yeah, do you hear that out there? Thatís exactly what it sounds like to me!

SAUL:
Got Ďem. You ready?

MICHAEL:
Yeah, címon, letís open Ďer up.

(The sound of keys is heard)

ANGEL:
You donít wanna wait like 5 more minutes? The commander could just be around-

SAUL:
I donít wanna wait for that asshole!

MICHAEL:
Look, listen, thereís no point in arguing now!

(The vault door is opened and the alarm starts beeping, about to sound off)

MICHAEL:
Saul, clip the locks on cages 12 and 14. Hurry!

ANGEL:
Now youíre nervous all of a sudden?

MICHAEL:
I just have a feeling is all!

ANGEL:
That weíre in deep shit? I couldíve told you that!

MICHAEL:
(groans) How long till the alarm goes off?

ANGEL:
Two minutes, more or less.

SAUL:
Got it.

MICHAEL:
Good. Iíll grab your rifle, just get 14 open.

ANGEL:
My rifleís number 17.

MICHAEL:
When was the last time you oiled this thing?

ANGEL:
Just give it to me!

SAUL:
14ís open.

MICHAEL:
Load up two magazines.

SAUL:
Thatís it?

MICHAEL:
Yeah, yeah, weíll come back. I donít wanna be here and loading magazines if or when someone responds to the alarm.

ANGEL:
Now youíre worried!

MICHAEL:
Head outside! Donít chamber a round unless I say so.

SAUL:
Got it Sarge.

(The door is opened and the soldiers run outside)

MICHAEL:
How long did you say it had?

(The alarm goes off)



MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
We stood there watching the gate, waiting for someone to show up. After a minute or so, I started to think of what the consequences were for my actions. Did I jump the gun on this one? Would I get punished? Well, my thoughts of guilt and plea-bargaining stopped once I heard the rumbling.

(The sounds of rumbling in the distance gets closer)

SAUL:
You hear that?

ANGEL:
How can you hear anything over that alarm?

MICHAEL:
Shh-sh-sh! Itís getting closer!

ANGEL:
Címon, stop pulliní-

(A zombie call is heard)

ANGEL:
UhÖ guys?

(The various zombies attack the fence and the gate)

SAUL:
Theyíre cominí!

MICHAEL:
Ah! Shoot the ones dragging down the barbed wire!

SAUL:
Iím trying, damnit! Thereís too many!

ANGEL:
Ah! It wonít fire!

SAUL:
Itís just not stopping them, help!

MICHAEL:
Aim for the head!

ANGEL:
Somebody!

MICHAEL:
Címon Angel, what the hell are you doing?

ANGEL:
Itís jammed!

MICHAEL:
Yeah, no shit!

SAUL:
Theyíre over the fence!

ANGEL:
Is that the-

MICHAEL:
Get inside!

SAUL:
Where?

MICHAEL:
The vault, move it!

ANGEL:
Saul, what did you do!?

MICHAEL:
Saul, help me with the door!

ANGEL:
We gotta go! Run, guys!

(They make it inside just in time)

MICHAEL:
Angel, give me your rifle.

(Angel holds on to it)

MICHAEL:
Let go, just let go of it, Iím gonna fix it, alright!?

ANGEL:
Al-alright!

MICHAEL:
Hey, hey, look at me! I want you to take a deep breath and have a seat.

SAUL:
How the hell are there so many? So fast?

ANGEL:
Those are what you saw on the freeway?

SAUL:
Pfft, yeah. But there were only like 7 of Ďem. That was like a hundred! How the hell are we gonna get out of here?

MICHAEL:
Take it easy Saul, thereís no need to get worked up.

SAUL:
What do you mean, no need? What we gonna do? Oh shit, oh shit, I gotta call my girl. Tell her that- (phone beeps)

ANGEL:
Iím surprised itís even working in here. Here, let me try. (more phone beeps)

MICHAEL:
The lines are flooded right now, why donít you just take a seat and have a breather.

ANGEL:
I knew getting into the vault was a mistake. You wouldnít listen! Iím the officer here-

SAUL:
Hey, fuck you sir! Ok, if Michael hadnít, you wouldnít be here right now! Alright, Iíd love to see you try and open the door while those things are chasing you down. I saw how fast you were with your rifle, you Ďbout shit your pants!

ANGEL:
Donít you get it, they came because we opened it! They heard the alarm!

MICHAEL:
We donít know that for sure, maybe they just followed the road, or, or maybe-

ANGEL:
Think about it! You said they attacked a guy in the car behind you because he was honking! They must be attracted to loud sound!

SAUL:
(laughs) So, you can understand Ďem all of a sudden? Huh? Well maybe now, you can step outside, you know, talk to them and sort some of this shit out. Maybe if you just shove your-

MICHAEL:
Hey, ok, ok, itís enough Saul. Heís right.

SAUL:
Heís what?

MICHAEL:
No no, it makes perfect sense. Why else would they come in here and in such numbers and directly here? I caused Ďem to come.

ANGEL:
You were right, too, if that makes any difference.

MICHAEL:
How so?

ANGEL:
One of those things that came over the fenceÖ I swear one of them looked like the commander.

SAUL:
Serious?

ANGEL:
No one else was cominí.

MICHAEL:
Well, no matter what we did, the longer we waited, the less time we wouldíve had to prepare.

SAUL:
Prepare? Prepare for what?

MICHAEL:
Angel, how long until the alarm shuts off?

ANGEL:
Iím not sure exactly. Uh, an hour I think. Why?

MICHAEL:
Once it goes silent, they should go away. And then we can get the hell out of dodge.

ANGEL:
Alright, but then what? We donít even know what they are!

SAUL:
I told you man, theyíre zombies!

ANGEL:
You know what, specialist, I-

MICHAEL:
Woah, hey, hey, easy, both of you. He may be right. Maybe not exactly zombies, but there are similarities.

ANGEL:
Oh no, not you too!

MICHAEL:
Hey! Military intelligence is my job, itís what Iím good at! You know, Iíve, Iíve encountered different tribes on my deployment, and the key to managing these situations is to know who youíre dealing with.

ANGEL:
Military intelligence? (scoffs) I am the one who figured out about the sound thing.

MICHAEL:
Yeah, well none of that matters now. What else do we know?

SAUL:
We know they go after people. They sure as hell arenít no slow moving zombies either.

MICHAEL:
So, theyíre quicker than us.

SAUL:
Got some strength too. The way they were bending the bars.

ANGEL:
Wonderful.

MICHAEL:
Headshots seem to drop Ďem like stones.

ANGEL:
Is that all we know?

MICHAEL:
Yeah, well, the rest would just be assumptions based off of what weíve seen in movies.

ANGEL:
I still donít believe this, are you listening to what youíre saying? Zombies? I mean, the dead, rising?

SAUL:
Who said they were dead?

ANGEL:
Whatever!

MICHAEL:
What would you have me do? Weíre dealing with something weíve never come close to experiencing before! All Iím tryna do is reason some way through this, something they arenít able to do!

ANGEL:
Now whoís being presumptuous, how can you be sure that they canít reason!?

MICHAEL:
Because we left the key in the door!

MICHAEL:
Alright, if weíre gonna make it through this, and I have every intention of doing so, weíre gonna have to stick together, and use our heads.

(The alarm shuts off)

SAUL:
Whoa. That was no hour.

ANGEL:
Well I said ďI thinkĒ. No one has ever set off the alarm before.

MICHAEL:
Saul, look out the peephole.

(Peephole opens)

ANGEL:
Theyíre leaving?

(Peephole closes)

SAUL:
Um, no, I donít think so.

MICHAEL:
Maybe itíll just take some time.

SAUL:
You sure they canít hear us?

MICHAEL:
Not a chance. The doorís about a foot thick and the walls are solid concrete.

ANGEL:
Give it time. TheyÖ they could move on.

ANGEL:
Al-alright well, say they clear out enough for us to get through. Where do we go?

SAUL:
We couldnít just stay here, and defend this place?

MICHAEL:
No, theyíre able to climb over the walls and come from any direction around the base. Not to mention every building has like four or five entrances. Thereís only 3 of us.

SAUL:
We needÖ some place, like a prison.

MICHAEL:
Good idea, but not the best place for living.

ANGEL:
Well, we would be able to contain the area pretty easily. I could probably get by in a cell, I know you could too.

MICHAEL:
This isnít just about us.

SAUL:
Itís not?

MICHAEL:
Look, there are a lot of people out there who are where we are now. Locking themselves in some safe place, waiting things out, hoping that someone is gonna come rescue them.

SAUL:
Like the army.

MICHAEL:
But we know thatís not gonna happen. At least not with our unit. There are no active military stations around here, and thereís a lot of people out there that need our help. Donít you feel a little responsible to them?

SAUL:
Nope. Not at all.

SAUL:
Nah, just kidding.

ANGEL:
My girlfriendís apartment building!

SAUL:
See, now, ha! Heís got the right idea: go out with a bang!

ANGEL:
Thatís not what I-! Michael, itís perfect. One main lobby with a small stairwell. We could turn off the elevators. That gives us a very small area to contain as the entrance. We could manage it with three people. Best of all, the parking garage has a security gate that we can seal off from anyone getting in!

MICHAEL:
That could work. Plenty of space for any other survivors, not to mention the amount of supplies throughout the building.

SAUL:
Given that we could make it there in one piece.

ANGEL:
Itís not too far from here!

MICHAEL:
Itíll work. Depending on how long weíre gonna hold up, it would last us.

ANGEL:
This could just be a, a local epidemic.

MICHAEL:
Nah. Given the rate of growth, I highly doubt it.

SAUL:
How do you expect to make it to the building? Like, the roads are probably jammed with broken down cars and God knows what else.

ANGEL:
Well, take one of the Humvees!

SAUL:
You wonít get too far with the steering wheel chained and locked! Youíd only be able to turn like halfway!

ANGEL:
Then clip the lock with the bolt cutters!

SAUL:
(laughs) So we run outta here, fight through zombies that are, let me check: (opens peephole) yep, still outside the door (closes peephole), carrying ammo, rifles, and bolt cutters, all the way to the motor pool being chased by the things that we know are faster and stronger than us, and want to eat us!?

MICHAEL:
Yep, sounds about right.

SAUL:
Hey, as long as I get the SAW, Iím in.

MICHAEL:
Fine. Weíll need an automatic weapon anyway. Angel and I can carry an extra rifle, but anymore would really slow us down.

ANGEL:
Here, put these on.

SAUL:
Do we really need to wear uniforms?

ANGEL:
You wear this, and people will know who you are and wonít think twice about coming with you. There is a lot that this uniform represents that we will need out there.

MICHAEL:
Hey. Heís right, Saul, címon, letís put Ďem on.

ANGEL:
Alright. We can do this.

[top]Part 2


MICHAEL:
How does it look out there?

(Peephole opens)

SAUL:
I donít see any. (peephole closes) Maybe they left.

ANGEL:
Donít take any chances. Go slow, and quiet.

SAUL:
You ready?

MICHAEL:
Letís do it.

(The vault door opens and Saul grunts)

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
The moment we opened the door, the world felt different. There was no one in sight, but we could feel they were close.

SAUL:
(whisper)
Clear.

ANGEL:
(whisper)
Head around back. Check the motor pool.

(The soldiers start walking quietly)

MICHAEL:
(whisper)
Angel! Thereís one, look.

ANGEL:
(whisper)
Itís the commander. What is he doing?

SAUL:
(whisper)
Heís just standing there. Like heís in formation.

ANGEL:
(whisper)
WeirdÖ

MICHAEL:
(whisper)
Hey, come on! Motor poolís just around the corner, take it slow.

(The commander zombie hears them)

ANGEL:
Move!

(The soldiers start running)

MICHAEL:
Saul, youíre driving!

(Everyone gets into the Hummer)

MICHAEL:
Clip the lock!

ANGEL:
Start it!

SAUL:
I canít! I have to warm up the glow plug!

MICHAEL:
Fuck! I forgot about that!

ANGEL:
What is that?

SAUL:
Címon! Címon!

(The Hummer starts up)

ANGEL:
Oh- oh shit! Seal the hatch!

MICHAEL:
You canít!

SAUL:
Got it! Hold on!

(The Hummer speeds off)

SAUL:
Theyíre everywhere!

MICHAEL:
Well run Ďem over!

ANGEL:
Thereís one on the roof!

MICHAEL:
Got Ďem.

SAUL:
Hey, look who it is!

(Saul runs over a zombie)

ANGEL:
Did you really have to run over the commander!?

SAUL:
Um, he was in the way.

ANGEL:
You swerved to hit him!

MICHAEL:
Saul, stop fucking around and get us out the gate.

(The Hummer smashes through the gate)

ANGEL:
Turn left on Bandini! And then, keep heading west!

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
None of us would say it, but we feared what we might find outside the gate. For the first time in a long time, I was afraid. Not for what might happen to me, but what had happened to the world. We were three men lost in the land of confusion.

MICHAEL:
Keep your eyes peeled for any survivors. We can fit around 4 or 5 more in here if we pile up a bit.

SAUL:
Thatís if we find any. This place, itís a ghost town.

ANGEL:
How fast do you think it spreads?

MICHAEL:
Too fast for anyone to be able to do anything about it.

ANGEL:
Just keep your eyes peeled.

ANGEL:
You have family out here?

MICHAEL:
Uh, yeah, kinda. My, my parents live in Northern California. Outside San Luis Obispo. You?

ANGEL:
Itís just my girlfriend and I. You know, Iím sure your parents are alright. You know, the less populated-

MICHAEL:
Yeah, Iíd rather not talk about it right now.

SAUL:
My mom lives outside Anaheim.

MICHAEL:
Thatís great.

SAUL:
Angel, did you try your cell phone again?

ANGEL:
Busy still, but Iím gonna keep-

MICHAEL:
Stop the car!

(The Hummer comes to a halt)

ANGEL:
What is it?

MICHAEL:
Look, up there, the roof of the flower shop. Angel, get in the turret. Saul, keep the engine running.

(Michael gets out)

PEGS:
Oh thank God. Riley, come here!

MICHAEL:
How many up there?

PEGS:
Just two.

MICHAEL:
Well get down here as fast as you can!

(A zombie approaches)

MICHAEL:
Ah, shit!

(Angel on turret kills the zombie)

ANGEL:
Got Ďem! Hurry up, there are more coming.

MICHAEL:
Pull the Humvee closer.

(More turret shots from Angel)

MICHAEL:
Jump onto the roof! Angel!

RILEY:
Címon Pegs!

PEGS:
I canít.

RILEY:
Itís only like, 7 feet, itís not hard.

ANGEL:
Got Ďem.

RILEY:
Iíll catch you, címon!

MICHAEL:
We need to go now.

ANGEL:
There are too many of them.

SAUL:
Michael, we have to leave her.

RILEY:
Címon!

PEGS:
Alright.

(They jump onto the Hummer)

MICHAEL:
Climb through the hatch.

RILEY:
Youíre crushing me.

MICHAEL:
Just hold on.

(The Hummer starts moving again)

ANGEL:
Weíre clear.

SAUL:
Where do I go from here?

ANGEL:
Left at the light. Just, keep going straight for a couple miles till you hit Harbor.

RILEY:
Thanks for picking us up.

MICHAEL:
Yeah, no problem.

PEGS:
Where are the rest of you?

ANGEL:
This is it.

PEGS:
Youíre ďitĒ? No, where are the others? You know, army people.

MICHAEL:
We were the only ones to show up. Everything happened too fast. No one couldíve prepared for this.

PEGS:
Where is everyone else?

ANGEL:
For all we knowÖ we couldíve just been shooting at Ďem.

RILEY:
Where are we going?

MICHAEL:
Weíre heading to an apartment building that we can hold up in for a while.

PEGS:
Is that gonna be safe?

ANGEL:
Weíll make it safe. Once we have it locked down and we can go out and look for survivors.

PEGS:
What happens after that?

MICHAEL:
Not sure. One step at a time.

RILEY:
Pegs and I were on the roof for a while. I didnít think anyone was going to come.

SAUL:
Whoís Pegs?

PEGS:
That would be me.

SAUL:
Oh. Um, hi Pegs. Iím Saul, and thatís uh, Angel and Michael.

RILEY:
Riley. Nice to meet all of you. Where are you all from?

MICHAEL:
I donít mean to be rude, I know youíre trying to be polite, but we will have much more time later on to fill each other in on the details. Right now, we need to focus on whatís going on.

RILEY:
Totally, you do your thing.

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
We sped through what was left of downtown. Small fires were all over the place, and abandoned cars littered the road. (car alarm) We never saw anyone else. (car honk) I had to keep my eyes on the road but they kept wandering back to Peg. Her chocolate brown hair and her dark eyes seemed to draw me to her. She looked to be in her early 20ís. Unlike Pegs, Riley gave off a very confident vibe. She was fit and strong, maybe somewhere in her 30ís. I knew army girls who werenít as put together as she was.

ANGEL:
Do either of you know how to use a rifle, any type of handgun?

RILEY:
Iím a pro archer.

SAUL:
Like, Robin Hood? Uh, bow and arrow?

RILEY:
Yeah, that.

ANGEL:
OK! Well, that, doesnít really help us. What about you?

PEGS:
Iíve never shot a weapon before.

RILEY:
Well, Iíve shot a gun. But I just donít remember how.

(The sound of a firearm safety being flipped)

ANGEL:
Here, we have two Berettas. They are handguns. Theyíre really easy to use. All you need to do is flip these switches from safe, to fire. See that red dot there? If you see that, the safety is off. If we get into a really bad situation, you use it. Otherwise, let us be the first to fire.

RILEY:
I can do that.

PEGS:
No thanks.

ANGEL:
What do you mean ďno thanksĒ?

PEGS:
I mean, I donít need one.

ANGEL:
Oh, you mean you donít feel comfortable with it? Well, once we get some downtime, Iíll- Iíll help train you.

MICHAEL:
Or, I could. Angel here is an officer and he doesnít like to get his hands dirty.

ANGEL:
No, really. I wouldnít mind.

PEGS:
No, no, itís not thatÖ I just donít agree with weapons.

MICHAEL:
Wait, you what?

PEGS:
I just donít want to.

MICHAEL:
Alright, Iím not gonna push. Riley, you OK with it?

RILEY:
Hell, if you hadnít given me a weapon, I probably wouldíve stolen one.

MICHAEL:
Fair enough. So how do you two know each other?

ANGEL:
I thought we were gonna save the small talk?

MICHAEL:
I can pay attention to more than one thing at a time.

RILEY:
O-oh, we donít really know each other. Well, not until today. I work as a chef near the farmerís market. Pegs here works, or well, worked, at the flower shop you picked us up at.

PEGS:
Riley found me in the commotion and we climbed up to the roof. I wouldnít be here if it wasnít for you, Riley.

RILEY:
Everyone else wasnít so lucky. If we had waited only a few more seconds, we wouldíve rounded the corner right into them.

ANGEL:
What happened?

PEGS:
It all happened so fastÖ

RILEY:
The people that got attacked first got it the worst.

PEGS:
They just, collided.

RILEY:
Blood went everywhere. Then the ones that were sprayed on started to attack others as well.

MICHAEL:
So they turned into them from the blood?

RILEY:
I donít know. Not everyone did, I donít think. Only a few. It was hard to tell who was attacking who, they all looked the same. Within a few minutes, though, it was clear who was whoÖ and there werenít any of us anymore. Until you showed up, I figured it wouldnít be much longer before they found us, and weíd end up joining them.

MICHAEL:
Look, I know itís difficult right now but the details are important. How long did it take for the people to turn into them?

RILEY:
A few minutes, I guess. It depended on how close they were. There were some that tried to run away but they were chased down. Theyíre so fast!

SAUL:
Oh, we already knew that.

ANGEL:
Weíre almost there!

MICHAEL:
Look, once we get inside and we make it safe, I need you to tell me every detail, even if it seems obvious or irrelevant, OK? You too, Pegs.

PEGS:
Alright.

MICHAEL:
The more we know about what weíre dealing with, the better chance we have of surviving and not becoming one of those things.

RILEY:
Alright.

ANGEL:
Pull around to the side and down that ramp. Weíll secure from the ground floor, starting with the parking garage.

SAUL:
Going there.



(The Hummer comes to a stop)

MICHAEL:
Kill the engine.

(Everyone gets out)

SAUL:
Should I shut the security gate?

ANGEL:
What do you think, Michael?

MICHAEL:
Yeah, do it. The Hummer can get through it if we need it to.

ANGEL:
Looks clear.

MICHAEL:
It does, but we have to make sure. Uh, sweep across the back row of cars. If we miss one of these things, the whole tower could fall. Check in and under the cars.

RILEY:
Hey, weíve got something over here.

MICHAEL:
What is it?

RILEY:
It looks like they got him when he was trying to get into his car.

MICHAEL:
He breathing?

RILEY:
I donít see how he canÖ ugh, GodÖ

ANGEL:
Saul. You know what to do.

SAUL:
Got it.

(Saul pulls a knife from his sheath)

MICHAEL:
Pegs, Riley, come over here by me.

PEGS:
What is he doing?

MICHAEL:
Well, unless we have to, we donít want to shoot anything down here. The sound could echo out of the building and bring more of them here.

RILEY:
So, heís going to-

MICHAEL:
Heís gonna make sure he doesnít get back up. And we only know one method of making sure.

(The knife audibly stabs)

PEGS:
I think Iím gonna be sick.

ANGEL:
Hey, make sure you donít get any blood on you.

SAUL:
I didnít. Cut through pretty easily. Was already halfway through before I even started on his neck.

MICHAEL:
Well, leave your knife here. We donít know exactly how it spreads. Letís head up towards the lobby.

(Everyone starts walking and the lobby door is opened)

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
I was worried that the new additions might complicate the plan, but they followed my lead and stuck close by, never getting in the way. (door closes) The lobby wasnít as secure as I wouldíve hoped. Sunlight was streaming through the many windows and glass panes. I was pretty sure anything could get in here if it really wanted to.

ANGEL:
Clear.

MICHAEL:
Saul. I need you to find something to lock or barricade the main entrance door.

SAUL:
I saw some chains in the Hummer. And I think thereís a spare lock in a toolbox.

MICHAEL:
Yeah, do it. Riley, you go with him?

RILEY:
Will do.

SAUL:
Man, itís alright. We were just down there.

MICHAEL:
Until weíve cleared this entire building, no one is to be alone. Ever. Got it?

SAUL:
Yeah. Címon, girl. You got my back. Just donít shoot it.

MICHAEL:
Angel, Iíve cover the front. Check the elevators.

ANGEL:
Why donít I watch the front and you check them?

MICHAEL:
I just need to know if theyíre working!

MICHAEL:
Fine. Iíll do it.

(The elevator buttons are pressed)

ANGEL:
Out of order?

(Pounding comes from inside the elevator)

MICHAEL:
Someoneís inside there.

(The lobby door opens)

SAUL:
See, what I tell ya? Nothiní to wor- what? What is it?

MICHAEL:
Angel, secure the front door. Saul, gimme your knife. Iím gonna pry open the doors.

SAUL:
You had me leave it downstairs.

MICHAEL:
I know you didnít, now hand it over.

(Saul pulls out his knife)

SAUL:
I cleaned it off, itís fine!

MICHAEL:
Listen, you made yourself a guinea pig by not listening to me. We wanted to avoid any contact with that blood! Donít let it happen again.

ANGEL:
Front doorís secure.

MICHAEL:
Alright. Iíll open it. You two be ready to fire. On 3. 1, 2, 3!

(The elevator doors open)

[top]Part 3


MICHAEL:
Alright. Iíll open it. You two be ready to fire. On 3. 1, 2, 3!

(Michael pries open the doors and a body falls out)

DATU:
Oh shitÖ Oh man, donít shoot, donít shoot!

SAUL:
Who the hell are you?

DATU:
Iím Datu, the maintenance guy for the building. Oh thank God youíre here!

RILEY:
What were you doing in there?

DATU:
I was coming down when the power went out. Oh thank God you found me.

ANGEL:
You work here?

DATU:
Well I live here too. Where- where are the rest of you?

MICHAEL:
This is it.

DATU:
Where- where are your tanks and shit- I mean, you are the U.S. Army, right?

MICHAEL:
We are in the army, but like I said, this is it.

DATU:
Eh, well, whatever. Iím just glad youíre here.

(The soldiers start walking away)

DATU:
Wait, where are you going?

SAUL:
Upstairs.

DATU:
I- I donít think thereís anyone else up there. But, most everyone in the building was at work and those who were here left. Word has it there is an evacuation site a few miles from here.

PEGS:
Oh thank God.

ANGEL:
Evac site? Where?

DATU:
Off of 4th Street and Bandini.

ANGEL:
We drove by that intersection. Thereís no one there.

DATU:
No one? No one at all?

SAUL:
I wouldíve remembered seeing somethiní.

DATU:
Oh noÖ Iíve worked in this building for five years. You donít know how many of those people I knew. The ones that leftÖ some of them had childrenÖ I watched them grow up over the years.

ANGEL:
I didnít say they died, I just said they werenít there. Maybe there was an evacuation, maybe they got out.

SAUL:
Yeah, hehe, or maybe they didnít.

MICHAEL:
At ease.

DATU:
Still. Thereís no reason to go upstairs. W-we can get going, right?

MICHAEL:
Weíre staying here.

DATU:
Youíre what? But thereís nothing here!

MICHAEL:
Exactly.

DATU:
I canít. I-I just canít. (Datu runs to the door) Take these chains off, let me out. M-maybe theyíre coming back?

ANGEL:
Sir, youíre not listening to us.

PEGS:
Riley, wait.

RILEY:
I got this.

(Riley runs over to Datu)

DATU:
(pounding on the door) Let me out!

RILEY:
Look, Datu, you may think it could be better out there, but itís not. Weíve been out there, we know. Your building is much safer. And we have these soldiers here to help us. They already saved Pegs and me. And they can save lots more too! But we canít do it without your help. We need to make sure this place is safe, before we bring them back here.

DATU:
W-why do you need me?

RILEY:
We need to make sure itís safe here. That means, going from room to room making sure. You have the keys, donít you? And you know what key opens what door? And every place that someone or something could be hiding in this building. We need your help.

DATU:
Yeah. I guess you do.

RILEY:
Those men? Theyíre trained for this sort of thing. Theyíll protect us. So why not help them? The less time in here, the more lives they could save out there.

DATU:
OK. OK. Iíll help. Címon, this way.

SAUL:
Whoa whoa. Why donít you just point which way, and Iíll go first.

DATU:
This is the stairwell, here.

ANGEL:
You sure the other elevator is clear?

DATU:
Yeah, I think so.

ANGEL:
We have to make certain. What floor is it on?

DATU:
Top floor. See, the hours pointing to the number 15.

ANGEL:
There are only 15 floors?

DATU:
Well, 14. But, there- thereís no number 13.

ANGEL:
Think you can do anything about the power?

DATU:
O-oh, we still have power. Something just blew out the breaker.

ANGEL:
So where do we turn it back on?

DATU:
Itís in the maintenance room in the basement. But, thatís not the problem.

ANGEL:
Then what is?

DATU:
Something blew out the main, which means it is something big. If I flip it back on, it could start a fire.

MICHAEL:
Yeah, that would definitely be a problem.

DATU:
I have some flashlights in the apartment on the second floor. Once we find what blew it, I can flip it back on.

ANGEL:
Címon, letís go.

(The soldiers walk up the stairwell)

DATU:
(to Angel)
Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you?

ANGEL:
Nah, you must be mistaken.

PEGS:
What about Riley?

MICHAEL:
Weíll be up in a sec.

(Stairwell door shuts)

MICHAEL:
Hey, Riley. Thanks for talking to Datu.

RILEY:
No problem, we needed him. Weíre all on the same team now, right?

MICHAEL:
I guess. Thanks though. I donít think he wouldíve listened to me.

RILEY:
Well, you work as long as I have in the restaurant biz, you have to deal with a lot of people that donít like your food.

MICHAEL:
You a bad cook?

RILEY:
I was great! (Michael laughs) You just canít please everyone.

(Stairwell door is opened)

MICHAEL:
No, you canít.

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
The first few floors reminded me of my time overseas, going from room to room in near total darkness. You didnít know what was behind every door, and every step could be your last. The place was empty. Some rooms had clothes strewn about, like theyíd scrambled to leave in a hurry. The pictures of the people in the walls haunted me as I walked past them. I kept a close eye on Angel. He never told us what apartment his girlfriend lived in, but I knew from his reaction on the 3rd floor, that we had found it.

SAUL:
This doorís open.

MICHAEL:
Careful.

(A zombie breaks down a door)

MICHAEL:
Contact, down the hall!

(The soldiers kill the zombie)

MICHAEL:
Cease fire! Heís down!

ANGEL:
You know this guy?

DATU:
That was Mr. LarthÖ good man, well, was.

SAUL:
We have something in here.

ANGEL:
OK, um, uhÖ be careful.

MICHAEL:
You OK Angel?

ANGEL:
Yeah. Iím, Iím fine, címon.

SAUL:
Living room clear.

MICHAEL:
Check the bedroom.

(Noises are heard from inside)

SAUL:
Weíve got a live one. Looks like her legs are broken.

MICHAEL:
DONíT get too close!

SAUL:
Why not?

MICHAEL:
Maíam, I know youíre hurt but can you hear us?

(The noises intensify)

SAUL:
Sheís crawling towards us!

MICHAEL:
Sheís turned, shoot her.

ANGEL:
No, wait, please just wait.

MICHAEL:
Angel, sheís one of them, look at her!

ANGEL:
I know, I see it!

MICHAEL:
Itís her, isnít it.

ANGEL:
Itís Cindy.

MICHAEL:
We donít have much of a choice on this one. What do you want us to do?

SAUL:
This bitch is getting closer to me, can I shoot-

ANGEL:
Hey, donít call her that!

MICHAEL:
Angel, we have to do this but I need you to make the call.

(Cindy continues crawling closer and making noise)

ANGEL:
Do it.

(Zombie Cindy is put down)

MICHAEL:
Saul, wait outside with the others.

SAUL:
Got it.

MICHAEL:
You made the only choice you had, and you know it.

ANGEL:
I know.

MICHAEL:
Once we get things calmed down a bit, Iíll help you find a place and we can bury her.

ANGEL:
Thanks, Michael.

MICHAEL:
But right now we canít do that. We need to continue going through this place, I need to know youíre OK to do that.

ANGEL:
I am.

MICHAEL:
Ah- you sure. I canít have any hesitation.

ANGEL:
Iím on it, Michael.

MICHAEL:
Alright.

(Angel and Michael leave the apartment)

PEGS:
Is he OK? What happened in there?

MICHAEL:
Heíll be fine, heíll be fine, we found one but we took care of it.

DATU:
Was it Cindy? Oh, man, she was a really nice ladyÖ

(Angel starts crying)

MICHAEL:
Angel, what the hell?

SAUL:
Címon Michael!

MICHAEL:
Look, I lost people I love as well and you donít see me breaking down right now, we cannot do this right now!

SAUL:
Have a heart. This was like a few feet in front of him.

PEGS:
What the hell is wrong with you, Michael?

PEGS:
We all lost people today, Angel. Itís ok, youíre not alone.

(Michael storms off)

SAUL:
Michael! Where you going?

MICHAEL:
Ay, if he gets a moment, I get one too.

(Michael opens up another apartment looking for smokes)

MICHAEL:
Címon, where are ya, I know you had them in here, I could smell Ďem. Shit. Oh, here we go. Where the fuck you put your lighter?

(Lighter lights up)

RILEY:
Need a light?

MICHAEL:
Thanks Riley. You know you shouldnít sneak up on me like that?

(They light a cigarette together and Michael coughs)

MICHAEL:
Here, you want one?

RILEY:
Thanks.

MICHAEL:
I quit this a long time ago. Gave it up while I was overseas. I guess I made it long enough.

RILEY:
Yeah, me too. Stopped because it was bad for my health. Thatís the least of my concerns now, right?

MICHAEL:
You know, Iíll be alright on my own. Uh, Saul may need backup, but, uh, I sure as hell donít. You donít have to be in here right now.

RILEY:
I didnít have to jump onto the back of your Humvee either, but itís a choice I made.

MICHAEL:
Why donít you go and try and console Angel? Work some of that magic like you did on Datu.

RILEY:
Iím where I should be.

MICHAEL:
What does that mean?

RILEY:
You may have them fooled, but not me.

MICHAEL:
Oh? And howís that?

RILEY:
Youíre hurting right now, but for different reasons.

MICHAEL:
What, because we had to shoot Angelís girlfriend? Well yeah. I feel bad about it but it was the right thing to do.

RILEY:
No, I mean about the ďlosing loved onesĒ today. The thought never crossed your mind until now, did it?

MICHAEL:
Oh yeah, it did, it bothered me all day.

RILEY:
I donít think so. Look, itís alright to talk about it. You donít have anyone, do you?

MICHAEL:
Well maybe I do and maybe I donít, what does it matter?

RILEY:
You look pretty young. Where are your parents?

MICHAEL:
God, weíre smoking a cigarette, not having drinks. I ainít about to give you my life story already.

RILEY:
Look, I donít know you very well, but we need to look after each other. I can see when someoneís in pain, I just donít want whatever it is to get to you.

MICHAEL:
And how would that happen?

RILEY:
Something, back there, hurt you as much as Angel is hurting, and youíre not letting it out. And until you do, it will continue to eat you away.

MICHAEL:
You know it may be cute to think you hold some kind of inspired wisdom that can cure all wounds, but you donít know anything about me. (cabinet closes) And no quick-fix flirtation is gonna, heal any open wound.

(Riley starts manically laughing as Michael puts out his cigarette)

MICHAEL:
Hey, hey hey! Can you tell me whatís so funny? You know you make it really hard to keep a straight face.

RILEY:
No, itís not that, itís justÖ (laughs) flirtatious? (more laughing) Seriously? Youíre not my type. Iím flattered though. (laughing keeps going)

MICHAEL:
(chuckles) You know you have an infectious laugh, anyone ever tell you that?

RILEY:
(still laughing) Yeah, a few times.

MICHAEL:
Well it made me feel better than all the squabbling we were doing before that.

(Saul busts in the door)

SAUL:
Whatís wrong? I thought I heard something scream in here!

MICHAEL:
Uh, no, that wouldíve been Rileyís laugh.

SAUL:
Oh. Alright. Well anyway, Angelís on his feet, and looking for you.

MICHAEL:
Alright, you heard the man, letís move out.

RILEY:
Michael, donít forget what I said, alright?

MICHAEL:
Yeah, whatever.



(The survivors enter the stairwell)

SAUL:
Uh, how many floors we got to go?

DATU:
11 more is all.

SAUL:
Holy shit, 11? Oh, this is gonna take forever.

(A gun is cocked as they enter the 4th floor)

MICHAEL:
Especially now that Riley has warned them in their own language. They probably understood all that shit.

PEGS:
What? I like her laugh.

(The door to the 4th is opened)

SAUL:
(sniffs) Oh shit. You smell that?

RILEY:
Oh! I do know. UghÖ

MICHAEL:
Somethingís burning. Datu, you have an extinguisher?

DATU:
Itís down the hall. But I donít see any smoke.

PEGS:
Oh, whatever it is, itís awful.

SAUL:
Hey Michael. Remember Suicide Gate?

MICHAEL:
Why would you bring that up now?

SAUL:
Smell familiar?

MICHAEL:
Ah, a little bit, why?

SAUL:
Just a hunch. Follow me.

ANGEL:
Stay close together.

SAUL:
Here. Through this door.

(Keys starts jangling)

DATU:
Just a second.

(Datu opens the door and the smell gets worse)

SAUL:
Oh God. Yep. I knew it!

RILEY:
What? I donít see anything.

SAUL:
Michael? Why donít you, me, and Datu take this one? Angel, you watch the hall with Riley and Pegs.

(The three go inside the apartmentís bathroom)

DATU:
HolyÖ

SAUL:
WellÖ thatís one way to go.

MICHAEL:
Smells just like Suicide Gate.

SAUL:
Yep. You got it.

DATU:
What happened there?

MICHAEL:
There was a gate outside one of the green zones that was constantly hit by car bombs. When it torched the bodies in the surrounding cars, the smell stayed in the area long after.

(The shower curtain is pulled back to reveal the source of the stench)

SAUL:
Ugh, look at this. He mustíve been standing in the bathwater when he reached up and grabbed it. Mustíve flown like 4 feet!

MICHAEL:
What happened to just using a blowdryer or a toaster?

DATU:
The circuit wouldíve just popped.

SAUL:
I guess he didnít want to do it wrong. Look at this. He ripped the entire strand of wires out of the wall. Bit overkill.

MICHAEL:
No pun intended?

(The bathroom door is shut)

MICHAEL:
Datu, can you shut the power off to this room so you can get it back on for the rest of the building?

DATU:
Of course.

MICHAEL:
Saul, go with him downstairs. Weíll wait for you.

(Datu and Saul walk away)

PEGS:
What was it?

MICHAEL:
Oh, someone chose an alternative to survival.

RILEY:
Oh. How?

MICHAEL:
Well, letís just say you donít want this room.

RILEY:
Or this floor for that matter. Phew!

ANGEL:
Well, I think itís safe to say that Iíll be staying on the top floor. The further from the ground, the better.

MICHAEL:
Iím sure youíll think differently after 14 flights of steps.

ANGEL:
Oh yeah, no elevator.

MICHAEL:
Not unless you want to risk getting stuck.

RILEY:
Well, I donít know about you, but I really liked that apartment on the second floor with the nice TV and the classic modern sofa.

PEGS:
I thought that one was nice too. Iíll stay with you there.

RILEY:
Uh, really, you donít have to, there are a lot of others to choose fromÖ

MICHAEL:
Youíre already making stakes on the rooms?

PEGS:
Well why not? I mean, it is our building now.

MICHAEL:
Well, thatís one way of looking at it.

ANGEL:
You know, I liked the one, what was it, 2B? The one with the nice leather couch and the king-sized bed?

MICHAEL:
See? Told you this place was a better idea than the prison.

(The lights flicker on)

ANGEL:
Oh, nice!

MICHAEL:
Now just because the lights are on and this place feels a lot safer, donít go getting complacent on me.

PEGS:
Whatís that mean?

ANGEL:
Donít let your guard down.

PEGS:
Iím not doing much, so alright. Iím kinda worthless now, arenít I?

MICHAEL:
Well, maybe youíre not able to do something right now, but uh, once this place is secure Iím sure youíll be useful. Whatíd you do outside, like for your job?

PEGS:
I was a florist.

MICHAEL:
Ok, umÖ well I guess you could uhÖ Angel?

ANGEL:
Got me there, I donít know.

RILEY:
Oh come on guys, I thought you had thought this one through.

ANGEL:
We did. Mostly. I mean, weíre here, arenít we?

RILEY:
Look, Pegs. Once this place is up and running, weíre going to need food. And not just what hasnít expired in peopleís cupboards.

MICHAEL:
Ah, so there, there, there you go, you could make a garden on the roof! Weíre gonna need fruit, vegetables, spices-

RILEY:
Sure, take my idea.

PEGS:
What are you talking about? Itís OK to claim a nice place to sleep for a few nights, but you want me to start a garden? How long are we planning on staying here? Iím sure someone will come for us. Thisíll be over in a few days.

MICHAEL:
It might, and it might not. Iíd rather plan for long-term and be rescued tomorrow.

ANGEL:
Riley brings up a good point, Michael. But we need to do more than just planting food, weíre gonna need to get organized.

MICHAEL:
The more people that we can help and have hideout here, the more important it is they each pull their own weight.

RILEY:
Everyone would be more than willing to. I mean, Pegs and I would do damn near anything for you after you picked us up. (laughs) Wait, that just made us sound like prostitutes.

MICHAEL:
Well, I, thought that was implied.

RILEY:
Aw, címon, thatís not even funny. (laughs)

(Stairwell door opens and the maintenance team walk in)

DATU:
Powerís back on.

SAUL:
Thatís right, everythingís all good.

ANGEL:
Alright. Letís get moving.

MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
After our first day in The Tower, my legs ached like no time before. We couldnít stop and rest before the building was empty and clear. We found a few more of those things, here and there. But no survivors. Each flight of steps made my shins splint and my back ache. I think that first day was the longest for me. By the time we reached the last floor, I thought I was prepared for everything. I was wrong.


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