<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230</id><updated>2012-02-08T23:59:46.952-06:00</updated><category term='Chapter 1 Part 9'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 1'/><category term='molly'/><category term='Chapter 1 part 5'/><category term='Caydem Falls'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 6'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 4'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 3'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 10'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 7'/><category term='interlude 1'/><category term='Chapter 1 Part 8'/><title type='text'>Caydem Falls: The Series</title><subtitle type='html'>A suburban family struggles to come together as a mysterious disease that's turning normal folks into flesh eating zombies barrels down on their community.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3325062208237169208</id><published>2009-06-30T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:11:21.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caydem Falls'/><title type='text'>Caydem Falls 1x04 "Evacuation Procedures"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255&amp;page=1#2227"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/7773/1x04.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the announcement of the Evacuation Procedures, the Walker family learns that they've still got some waiting to do. This gives the family plenty of time to reconnect. For better or worse. Meanwhile Justin's hellish journey runs into even more setbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255&amp;page=1#2227"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click here to read the full Episode.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=246"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about the show.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3325062208237169208?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3325062208237169208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3325062208237169208' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3325062208237169208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3325062208237169208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2009/06/caydem-falls-1x04-evacuation-procedures.html' title='Caydem Falls 1x04 &quot;Evacuation Procedures&quot;'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3346307308632864451</id><published>2009-06-26T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:02:04.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caydem Falls 1x03 "Ten After Six"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255&amp;page=1#2213"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/7973/1x03.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl and Ben find themselves at the mercy of Vince with time running out before the campus is put on lock down. Mark and Curtis attempt to escape their predicament at the Gas Station and make it home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy makes her final stand at the Retirement Community with special guests Neal McDonough and Jessica Biel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255&amp;page=1#2213"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click here to read the full Episode.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=246"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about the show.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3346307308632864451?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3346307308632864451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3346307308632864451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3346307308632864451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3346307308632864451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2009/06/caydem-falls-1x03-ten-after-six.html' title='Caydem Falls 1x03 &quot;Ten After Six&quot;'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-7084238439231429475</id><published>2009-06-17T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:32:30.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caydem Falls 1x02 "Locked Down"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/808/1x02.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Curtis begin looking for Justin while Karl's plan to leave campus before the lock down comes into serious jeopardy. &lt;br /&gt;Amy and her new ally find surviving in a Zombie infested Retirement Community to be quite difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255&amp;page=1#2205"&gt;Click here to read the full episode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=246"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to read more about the show.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-7084238439231429475?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/7084238439231429475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=7084238439231429475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/7084238439231429475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/7084238439231429475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2009/06/caydem-falls-1x02-locked-down.html' title='Caydem Falls 1x02 &quot;Locked Down&quot;'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-790630221744634005</id><published>2009-02-19T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:56:33.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caydem Falls: 1x01 The Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/5431/1x01.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://teneod.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=caydem&amp;action=display&amp;thread=255"&gt; Click Here to read The Pilot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suburban family struggles to come together as a mysterious disease that's turning normal folks into flesh eating zombies barrels down on their community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-790630221744634005?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/790630221744634005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=790630221744634005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/790630221744634005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/790630221744634005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2009/02/caydem-falls-pilot.html' title='Caydem Falls: 1x01 The Pilot'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-977276755549835902</id><published>2008-02-28T22:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:24:21.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4: BENJAMIN CROWE - part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;  INT. LIQUOR STORE - EVENING &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ben is inspecting the windows when Dave comes in and stands&lt;br /&gt;       beside him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  You don't have some kind of gate or&lt;br /&gt;                  something to cover these when you&lt;br /&gt;                  close? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  No need. &lt;br /&gt;                      (knocks on the window)&lt;br /&gt;                  Bullet proof glass. Had it&lt;br /&gt;                  installed last summer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Okay.&lt;br /&gt;                      (he hesitates)&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll be right back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben makes for the door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  Where the hell you going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We can't just leave that kid out&lt;br /&gt;                  there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  You mean Steve?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben gives him a blank stare.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  The kid that just crashed your&lt;br /&gt;                  vehicle into a light post while&lt;br /&gt;                  trying to steal it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben exits the liquor store.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. DESERTED MAIN STREET - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben walks briskly down the street as Dave struggles to catch&lt;br /&gt;        up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  You're better off leaving the punk&lt;br /&gt;                  to rot, if ya ask me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm not gonna leave him out here to&lt;br /&gt;                  die just cause he tried to steal my&lt;br /&gt;                  car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  You car? Do you know how much money&lt;br /&gt;                  that little shit and his friends&lt;br /&gt;                  have cost me over the years? Shit,&lt;br /&gt;                  they're the reason I had to install&lt;br /&gt;                  the bullet proof glass.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, I can carry him myself if you&lt;br /&gt;                  wanna head back to the store.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two come upon the overturned SUV to find Steve is still&lt;br /&gt;        unconscious when Ben and Dave arrive at the truck. Ben&lt;br /&gt;        crouches down to check Steve's pulse.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE (O.C.)&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't think you get what I'm&lt;br /&gt;                  sayin'.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben looks up to see that Dave has a gun pointed at his&lt;br /&gt;        forehead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  The boy ain't welcome in my store.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben puts his hands in the air to signal his surrender. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-977276755549835902?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/977276755549835902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=977276755549835902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/977276755549835902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/977276755549835902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-8.html' title='Chapter 4: BENJAMIN CROWE - part 8'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2385115815952409878</id><published>2007-11-27T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:44:21.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. DESERTED MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben rushes to the SUV with Dave right behind him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  What the hell happened?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I came to see if you guys needed&lt;br /&gt;                  help and she just took off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben gets to the vehicle to see a kid a couple years younger&lt;br /&gt;        than him sitting unconscious in the driver's seat. The kid,&lt;br /&gt;        STEVE, is fully decked out in G-Unit clothing from head to&lt;br /&gt;        toe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben pulls him out of the car and slams him down hard on the&lt;br /&gt;        street before heading around to the other side where Sarah&lt;br /&gt;        lies unconscious as well, bleeding from her forehead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Dave kicks away at Steve's mid-section a few times in&lt;br /&gt;        frustration.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  You fucking punk piece of shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Dave finally lets up, goes around to the front of the SUV and&lt;br /&gt;        lifts the hood, releasing a big cloud of smoke.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. GORDON CROWES' TRUCK - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben is trying to revive Sarah with no luck when Dave sticks&lt;br /&gt;        his head in the driver's door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  This thing ain't going no where,&lt;br /&gt;                  man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;                      (he pauses for a second)&lt;br /&gt;                  How safe is your store?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  It's pretty safe, I guess, but we&lt;br /&gt;                  can't stay here. I've gotta get my&lt;br /&gt;                  wife to a hospital.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  If we had a working vehicle I'd&lt;br /&gt;                  agree with you, but I gotta get her&lt;br /&gt;                  out of the street.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben begins to unbuckle Sarah when he spots two zombies about&lt;br /&gt;        three blocks down the road.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't think you're supposed to&lt;br /&gt;                  move somebody that's been in an&lt;br /&gt;                  accident.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll take the chance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. LIQUOR STORE - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Dave holds the door open as Ben rushes through it with Sarah&lt;br /&gt;        in his arms and lays her down on the counter near the&lt;br /&gt;        register. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The liquor store is dark. The only light sources are the&lt;br /&gt;        emergency lights above the exits, a few candles and what&lt;br /&gt;        little sun can get through the ad covered windows. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The shelves are mostly empty and broken glass has been swept&lt;br /&gt;        up into the corners.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The pregnant woman, MICHAELA, is huddled on the floor with&lt;br /&gt;        her 6 year old daughter, SOPHIA, until she sees that Sarah is&lt;br /&gt;        hurt and rushes to help. Sophia trails closely behind her&lt;br /&gt;        mother. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Michaela speaks with a slight Irish accent.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            MICHAELA&lt;br /&gt;                  What's wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  She was in a car accident. Hurt her&lt;br /&gt;                  head and God knows what else.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Michaela checks Sarah's pulse and pupils before looking for&lt;br /&gt;        any serious injuries.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            MICHAELA&lt;br /&gt;                  I think she's okay, she just needs&lt;br /&gt;                  rest. I'll go get some bandages and&lt;br /&gt;                  get this wound cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Sophia)&lt;br /&gt;                  Stay with your father for a minute.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Ben)&lt;br /&gt;                  That's my wife Michaela. &lt;br /&gt;                      (brief pause)&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't believe I ever got your&lt;br /&gt;                  name, though.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  It's Ben.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, Ben, it's a pleasure to meet&lt;br /&gt;                  you. My name's Dave.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two shake hands before Dave bends over and picks up&lt;br /&gt;        Sophia.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  And this little angel is our&lt;br /&gt;                  daughter, Sophia.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Hello, there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sophia hides her head in her Dad's shoulder as Michaela&lt;br /&gt;        hurries back into the room with a wet cloth and some&lt;br /&gt;        bandages.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Michaela has a bloody bandage wrapped around her right hand a&lt;br /&gt;        but Ben is too focused on Sarah to notice.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY: I think I've got the formatting issues down now, so the blog should look okay in both internet explorer and Firefox. I've just got to go back and re-do Chapter 3 and everyone thing should be compatible on both browsers. I don't know if you've noticed but I've been writing these a bit faster and not doing any re-reading or re-writing so there's probly more than a few typos here and there. I'll go back over them this weekend or something I guess. Expect the next part to be up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2385115815952409878?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2385115815952409878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2385115815952409878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2385115815952409878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2385115815952409878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-7.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 7'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5726095673424964886</id><published>2007-11-22T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:13:22.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. GORDON CROWES' TRUCK - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        SUPERIMPOSE: 20 Minutes Later&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben and Sarah drive down a mostly deserted road as a generic&lt;br /&gt;        pre-recorded message plays on the radio.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            RADIO DJ&lt;br /&gt;                  ...that the first reported cases of&lt;br /&gt;                  the "disease", as officials are&lt;br /&gt;                  calling it, were from Hayward Area&lt;br /&gt;                  Memorial Hospital in Sawyer County,&lt;br /&gt;                  Wisconsin around twelve hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;                  Medical officials are calling it&lt;br /&gt;                  the most aggressive and contagious&lt;br /&gt;                  virus they've ever seen and are&lt;br /&gt;                  urging government officials to begin &lt;br /&gt;                  treating it as a the outbreak as a &lt;br /&gt;                  pandemic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I can't listen to this again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah turns the volume knob down on the radio in frustration. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  So what are we going to do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, your Dad didn't&lt;br /&gt;                  really give me much to go on. All&lt;br /&gt;                  he said was to take care of you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Great.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We're just about into town, we'll&lt;br /&gt;                  stop and see if anybody knows&lt;br /&gt;                  what's going on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. DESERTED MAIN STREET - LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The town looks almost as if a tornado has ripped through it.&lt;br /&gt;        Cars are left crashed into each other, store windows have been &lt;br /&gt;        busted out and there are no signs of life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. GORDON CROWES' TRUCK - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Jesus Christ.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Looks like everyone's already left.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before Sarah can even respond there's a sudden pounding on&lt;br /&gt;        the driver's side of the car and Ben slams on the breaks to&lt;br /&gt;        see a man in his late forties frantically trying to get his&lt;br /&gt;        attention.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                      (muffled by the glass)&lt;br /&gt;                  Please, you gotta help us, please!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben begins to roll down his window.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What the hell are you doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  He needs help.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  But, what if he's one of them?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  He's talking.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ben continues to roll the window down.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh thank god! You've gotta help us&lt;br /&gt;                  my wife is pregnant and needs to&lt;br /&gt;                  get to a hospital.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Dave points to a very pregnant redhead in her mid twenties&lt;br /&gt;         standing in the entrance of a liquor store with a small child&lt;br /&gt;         beside her across the street and a few buildings back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Sure, get in but we've gotta be&lt;br /&gt;                  quick.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DAVE&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh God, thank you! Thank you so&lt;br /&gt;                  much! Just give me two minutes &lt;br /&gt;                  I've got some supplies in the store &lt;br /&gt;                  too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Okay just be quick about it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What the hell are you doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, we can't just leave them here&lt;br /&gt;                  to die. Besides, they probly know&lt;br /&gt;                  this area a whole lot better than&lt;br /&gt;                  we do and we've got plenty of room.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Whatever.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm gonna go see if I can help them&lt;br /&gt;                  speed this up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  You can't just leave me here alone!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll just be across the street.&lt;br /&gt;                  Honk if you need me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. DESERTED MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS&lt;br /&gt;        Ben gets across the street and reaches for the door's handle&lt;br /&gt;        when he hears the SUV's engine rev and the tires squeal. He&lt;br /&gt;        turns to see the vehicle peeling off down the road.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck are you doing?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The car gets to an intersection and suddenly darts to the&lt;br /&gt;        left and into a light pole where it remains motionless.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY: I know it's been a long time, sorry for that. Been working a real job again lately and that's motivated me to focus more attention on my full length project. Anyway, I'll probly be adding another piece tonight or tomorrow and I'm gonna try to stay on a more regular schedule again for awhile. Also, I've been using Firefox lately and have noticed that it completely screws up the formating and even cuts off sentences. Maybe it's just on my machine though as I haven't recieved any complaints. Either way I think I've got it figured out it's just gonna take a while to go back and reformat all the old posts. Should make for a fun Holiday weekend. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-7.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5726095673424964886?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5726095673424964886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5726095673424964886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5726095673424964886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5726095673424964886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-6.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 6'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-1131764143259501299</id><published>2007-09-24T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:12:02.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah hears footsteps coming down the steps and rushes to see&lt;br /&gt;        who it is. She's a little disappointed when she sees it's&lt;br /&gt;        Ben.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What happened? Are our Dads still&lt;br /&gt;                  here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  They're both dead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah spots the gun in his right hand and the splattered&lt;br /&gt;        blood on his shirt and takes a step back as Kyle gets off the&lt;br /&gt;        couch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What did you do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben raises the pistol and pulls the trigger. Sarah lets out&lt;br /&gt;        an ear piercing scream as Kyle falls to floor behind her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She turns to see her dead brother at her feet and screams&lt;br /&gt;        even louder.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What did you do!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We have to get out of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  You killed him!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  He was already dead. He was trying&lt;br /&gt;                  to attack you and if he-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  How could he try to attack me if he&lt;br /&gt;                  was dead?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, your Dad just&lt;br /&gt;                  explained it to me, sort of, and I&lt;br /&gt;                  swear I'll do my best to explain it&lt;br /&gt;                  to you once we hit the road, but we&lt;br /&gt;                  have to leave now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  You talked to my Dad? Where is he?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Upstairs, but he's dead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah bolts past Ben up the stairs and he quickly turns and&lt;br /&gt;        chases her up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah stops dead in her tracks when she see the five dead&lt;br /&gt;        bodies on the floor upstairs. She spots her Dad last.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What, what happened?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We don't have time for this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  We don't have time for it? You just&lt;br /&gt;                  killed my fucking family!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Actually your Dad killed himself&lt;br /&gt;                  and Kyle was already dead when I&lt;br /&gt;                  shot him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Have you gone completely mental?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I swear to god he was. I think&lt;br /&gt;                  something really fucked up is&lt;br /&gt;                  happening here and I swear I'll try&lt;br /&gt;                  my best to explain it to you as&lt;br /&gt;                  soon as we get on the road.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Why are you in such a hurry to&lt;br /&gt;                  leave?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Because that thing that tried to&lt;br /&gt;                  eat Kyle's foot has friends and&lt;br /&gt;                  they're all here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Come take a look.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah gets up from the floor and joins Ben at the window to&lt;br /&gt;        see around twenty zombies slowly making their way out of the&lt;br /&gt;        lake.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We've gotta go, now!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben grabs Sarah by the hand and leads her out the door and to&lt;br /&gt;        the driveway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We'll take my Dad's truck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben and Sarah stop dead in their tracks in front of the truck&lt;br /&gt;        as a zombie stumbles around the back of it on the driver's&lt;br /&gt;        side. Sarah screams.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Get in quick.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben pushes the unlock button on the key chain as Sarah makes&lt;br /&gt;        her way to the passenger side door and gets in.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben keeps his gun trained on the zombie's head as it stumbles&lt;br /&gt;        closer and he slowly approaches the truck's door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He reaches and opens the truck's door before firing a single&lt;br /&gt;        shot through the zombie's forehead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombie falls lifeless to the ground with a thud as Ben&lt;br /&gt;        climbs into the truck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. GORDON CROWES' TRUCK - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Holy shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombies from the lake are now stumbling around the house&lt;br /&gt;        towards the driveway as even more continue to parade out of&lt;br /&gt;        the lake.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck is going on?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-6.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-1131764143259501299?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/1131764143259501299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=1131764143259501299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1131764143259501299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1131764143259501299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-5.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 5'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2764842624100907154</id><published>2007-09-13T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:45:49.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. KROON LAKE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kyle is about five feet from the boat when the rope slips&lt;br /&gt;        from Ben's hand as the zombie pulls it under.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombie's force is enough to pull the raft close enough&lt;br /&gt;        that Ben can reach it and pull him onto the boat but the&lt;br /&gt;        zombie grabs Kyle's leg at the last minute and pulls it&lt;br /&gt;        under.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben loses his grip for a second but manages to pull Kyle free&lt;br /&gt;        and into the boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh my god!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kyle is now missing a large chunk of his foot and blood is&lt;br /&gt;        pouring out of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Holy shit! Give me your towel.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah takes off the towel and hands it to Ben who wraps it&lt;br /&gt;        around Kyle's foot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, now hold this, I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;                  get us out of here.&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Kyle)&lt;br /&gt;                  You're gonna be fine, okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben doesn't even give Kyle time to respond, he just rushes to&lt;br /&gt;        the captain's chair and starting up the engine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He pulls out the cell phone his Dad gave him earlier only to&lt;br /&gt;        find it's not getting a signal.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben is racing up the yard towards the house with Kyle in his&lt;br /&gt;        arms and Sarah right behind him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They enter through the sliding glass door that leads to the&lt;br /&gt;        cabin's basement to find blood smeared all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;        leading up the stairs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What happened here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, I'm gonna go find our&lt;br /&gt;                  Dads. Is there a phone down here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben sets Kyle on a couch before following the trail of blood&lt;br /&gt;        to the stair case.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben makes his way up the stairs with caution trying to avoid&lt;br /&gt;        the bloody foot prints he's following.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Dad?  Jim?  You guys up here? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben reaches the top of the stairs where he sees three bodies&lt;br /&gt;        dead and bloody on the floor. Two of them are rotted just&lt;br /&gt;        like the one in the lake, but the third is Gordon.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben's in shock, staring down at his father's body when he&lt;br /&gt;        hears a gurgled cough in the distance and spots Jim sitting&lt;br /&gt;        on the floor with his back against the wall. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben moves closer and sees that Jim's covering up a severe&lt;br /&gt;        gash in his neck with his left hand and holding a pistol in&lt;br /&gt;        the right.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  What the hell happened here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim has a hard time talking.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Where's my kids?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  They're downstairs, but we need to&lt;br /&gt;                  get Kyle to a hospital. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Why?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Something pulled him under water,&lt;br /&gt;                  took a chunk out of his foot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Something? Was it a person?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  This is gonna sound crazy but I&lt;br /&gt;                  think it was a-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  A dead person?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, how'd you know that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn it! We didn't think they'd get&lt;br /&gt;                  this far so fast. Thought it would&lt;br /&gt;                  be safe here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  What are you talking about?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  You have to kill him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Me too. We've both been bitten.&lt;br /&gt;                  That's how it works. It's how we&lt;br /&gt;                  become them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Jim, you're not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;                  It's how &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; works? What are &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know what they are. All I&lt;br /&gt;                  know is this bite, &lt;br /&gt;                      (pulls his hand from his&lt;br /&gt;                       neck to show the wound)&lt;br /&gt;                  Is going to kill me and make me&lt;br /&gt;                  just like the mother fucker who&lt;br /&gt;                  gave it to me. Just like the mother&lt;br /&gt;                  fucker who killed your Dad and my&lt;br /&gt;                  son.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Sarah's calling 911 right now, just&lt;br /&gt;                  wait for the medics to show up,&lt;br /&gt;                  they've gotta be able to do&lt;br /&gt;                  something. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Even if they could get here in time&lt;br /&gt;                  they can't stop this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, I'm not gonna just let you&lt;br /&gt;                  die.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim just smiles back at Ben with tears starting to form in&lt;br /&gt;        his eyes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  That sounds like something your Dad&lt;br /&gt;                  would say. &lt;br /&gt;                      (Jim leans in close to&lt;br /&gt;                       Ben's ear)&lt;br /&gt;                  Take care of my Daughter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim puts the gun to his temple and pulls the trigger before&lt;br /&gt;        Ben can respond.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blood splatters all over Ben's face as he kneels frozen in&lt;br /&gt;        place in front of the now dead Jim Hawkins.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN BASEMENT - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah is still sitting beside Kyle and crying with a cordless&lt;br /&gt;        phone pressed to her ear but all she's getting is a busy&lt;br /&gt;        signal.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on, come on!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A single gunshot rings out from up stairs, prompting her to&lt;br /&gt;        get up and move slowly towards the staircase as Kyle sits up&lt;br /&gt;        on the couch behind her.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-5.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2764842624100907154?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2764842624100907154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2764842624100907154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2764842624100907154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2764842624100907154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-4.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 4'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-4010117018025730603</id><published>2007-09-11T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:51:00.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. KROON LAKE - AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Josh is still on his little raft but now he's playing Ben's&lt;br /&gt;        PSP with a half eaten sandwich on his lap.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben and Sarah (now wrapped in a towel) are at the back of the&lt;br /&gt;        pontoon now sitting at a small oval table in the corner&lt;br /&gt;        laughing and having a good time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A quarter is spinning on the table and Sarah flicks it to&lt;br /&gt;        keep it spinning.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben attempts to do the same thing but sends the quarter&lt;br /&gt;        flying across the boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Wow, four in a row. You really suck&lt;br /&gt;                  at this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Thanks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS &lt;br /&gt;                  That's the last beer too, looks&lt;br /&gt;                  like it's just about time to crack&lt;br /&gt;                  open that vodka.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Why do I get the feeling you've&lt;br /&gt;                  done this a few times?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Of course I have. I am in college&lt;br /&gt;                  now after all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh, so I'm being hustled?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn straight. Now stop whining and&lt;br /&gt;                  start drinking.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben shotguns the beer while Sarah looks for the quarter.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She comes back as Ben is tossing the empty into the cooler&lt;br /&gt;        with the other ones.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll tell you what. I'll do two&lt;br /&gt;                  shots just to make things fair.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Hey, I don't need your charity,&lt;br /&gt;                  besides, when I make a comeback and&lt;br /&gt;                  beat you I want it to be a clean&lt;br /&gt;                  victory.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Well first of all, you're not gonna&lt;br /&gt;                  beat me. You couldn't even hit it&lt;br /&gt;                  sober and now you've got a pretty &lt;br /&gt;                  decent buzz going. A couple shots&lt;br /&gt;                  and you're as good as done. And&lt;br /&gt;                  secondly I wanna get drunk and&lt;br /&gt;                  that's just not gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;                  playing by the rules.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah sets up the two shot glasses, fills them both, and&lt;br /&gt;        downs them without hesitation.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Ya know, I never would have thought&lt;br /&gt;                  of you as a party girl.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Why not?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know. I guess if I didn't&lt;br /&gt;                  know you I'd probly think&lt;br /&gt;                  different. I mean, pretty, young,&lt;br /&gt;                  blonde college girls, that's pretty&lt;br /&gt;                  much all they do, right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  When we're not sleeping with our&lt;br /&gt;                  professors to get good grades. &lt;br /&gt;                      (they both laugh a little)&lt;br /&gt;                  You really think I'm pretty?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben turns beet red and Sarah just laughs at him as she sets&lt;br /&gt;        the quarter up again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Ready?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Go for it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah starts the quarter spinning only to have Ben flick it&lt;br /&gt;        off the table again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  God damn it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                      (through laughter)&lt;br /&gt;                  Wow, you really are pathetic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Yes I am.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah opens the vodka bottle again and sets up two shots.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Here we go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They both down their shots when a loud thud emanates from the&lt;br /&gt;        front of the boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Did we just hit something?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  We're not moving.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben gets up to investigate and finds an over turned paddle&lt;br /&gt;        boat alongside the pontoon. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                      (pouring herself another&lt;br /&gt;                       shot)&lt;br /&gt;                  What is it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  A paddle boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She downs her shot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Is it empty?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, it's upsidedown.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben reaches out for the paddle boat when suddenly a hand&lt;br /&gt;        reaches back from the lake and grabs him by the wrist, nearly&lt;br /&gt;        pulling him over the side. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Holy shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                      (full of sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;                  Ha, ha, ha, very funny.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  There's someone underneath it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah gets up and heads over to Ben as he tries to pull the&lt;br /&gt;        person out of the water.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Holy Shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah reaches over and grabs the person's arm and helps Ben&lt;br /&gt;        pull.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They both pull hard until the person's head is above water&lt;br /&gt;        revealing it to be a partially rotted and disfigured Zombie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Zombie pulls itself up trying to get it's mouth around&lt;br /&gt;        Ben and Sarah's hands.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They both scream and step back as they release the zombie's&lt;br /&gt;        arms.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Was that a dead body?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  It couldn't have been, it was&lt;br /&gt;                  moving.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Well than what the hell was it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm more worried about where it&lt;br /&gt;                  went. I think it might be under the&lt;br /&gt;                  boat but I can't tell.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben and Sarah turn to Kyle who's completely oblivious to what&lt;br /&gt;        just happened.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We should probly pull him in and&lt;br /&gt;                  head back to the cabin.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben heads to the back and starts pulling Kyle towards the&lt;br /&gt;        boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KYLE HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  What's going on?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  We're gonna head back in.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KYLE HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  But I like it out here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I know, but it's getting dark and&lt;br /&gt;                  our Dads will probly have dinner&lt;br /&gt;                  ready soon.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Kyle is clearly disappointed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  We'll come back out tomorrow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before Kyle can respond a decayed hand reaches out of the&lt;br /&gt;        water and grabs the rope.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-4.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-4010117018025730603?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/4010117018025730603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=4010117018025730603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/4010117018025730603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/4010117018025730603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-3.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 3'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2417972278388569103</id><published>2007-09-07T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:34:07.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. KROON LAKE - DAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah is sprawled out on the pontoon boat's deck while Ben&lt;br /&gt;        has his feet up on the bench seat with his baseball cap&lt;br /&gt;        pulled down over his face.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Josh is fishing from a small inflatable raft attached to a&lt;br /&gt;        ten foot rope at the back of the boat. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  So is your Dad always like that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Like what?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, like, so paranoid and&lt;br /&gt;                  whatever. That whole thing with the&lt;br /&gt;                  cell phone before we left was kinda&lt;br /&gt;                  weird.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben puts his hat back on the top of his head and sits up&lt;br /&gt;        straighter.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, it was wasn't it? I don't&lt;br /&gt;                  know, I guess he's been kinda weird&lt;br /&gt;                  ever since he told me I had to come&lt;br /&gt;                  up here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Had to come up here? What is this&lt;br /&gt;                  some kind punishment?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I guess so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  That's harsh. What'd you do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  A lot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben spots the cooler and gets excited when he remembers Jim's&lt;br /&gt;        wink at the dock. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He pulls it closer to him and rips it open before digging&lt;br /&gt;        through the ice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Jesus, hungry much?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I think your Dad put beer in here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Seriously?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I knew it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben holds up a beer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Are there more?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben digs through the ice again and pulls his hand back out&lt;br /&gt;        disappointed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  What, that's it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  There's three more.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  He gave us four beers? What are we&lt;br /&gt;                  supposed to do with that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  You want one? Maybe if we drink'em&lt;br /&gt;                  really, really fast we'll get a&lt;br /&gt;                  mild buzz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I got a better idea. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah gets up from and makes her way to the bench seat across&lt;br /&gt;        from Ben.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah pulls out a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE &lt;br /&gt;                  This weekend might not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;                  after all.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY: It was kinda weird I sat down at the computer with no real drive to write anything and just sort of hammered this out pretty quickly. I got through most of part three as well so expect that over the weekend. I kinda feel like I haven't really been fleshing my characters out as well as I could be and hopefully this will be the chapter that I change that. Oh yeah, do me a favor and &lt;a href="http://zombie.top-site-list.com/vote63.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to vote for my blog on the &lt;a href="http://zombie.top-site-list.com/vote63.html"&gt;World's Best Zombie Sites List&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2417972278388569103?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2417972278388569103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2417972278388569103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2417972278388569103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2417972278388569103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-2.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 2'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-1170563467291052050</id><published>2007-09-02T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:26:49.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. GORDON CROWES' TRUCK - AFTERNOON&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        SUPERIMPOSE: CHISAGO, MN&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        18 year old BENJAMIN CROWE, sits in the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;        playing a PSP while his father GORDON drives the truck. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben rapidly press some buttons before turning the PSP off in&lt;br /&gt;        frustration.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Ya know, I get that you and Jim&lt;br /&gt;                  used to be partners and you don't&lt;br /&gt;                  get to see each other that much&lt;br /&gt;                  since you retired. But, why does&lt;br /&gt;                  that mean I have to be dragged into&lt;br /&gt;                  it too? I mean, what am I supposed&lt;br /&gt;                  to do, hang out with Sarah all&lt;br /&gt;                  weekend?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  You know damn well I'm not gonna&lt;br /&gt;                  leave you home alone after the&lt;br /&gt;                  stunt you pulled at graduation, and&lt;br /&gt;                  what's so wrong with Sarah? You two&lt;br /&gt;                  used to be best friends.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, until she hit puberty, grew&lt;br /&gt;                  tits and became a total bitch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Hey, watch the language! And...&lt;br /&gt;                  she's not that bad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Maybe not to you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE &lt;br /&gt;                  Well, nobody said you had to hang&lt;br /&gt;                  out with her. Just do what you do&lt;br /&gt;                  at home. Just sit in front of the&lt;br /&gt;                  TV all day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN - AFTERNOON&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The truck pulls to a stop and the two get out and instantly&lt;br /&gt;        begin stretching their legs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A few seconds later JIM HAWKINS comes bursting out of the&lt;br /&gt;        cabin with a huge smile on his face and three bottles of beer&lt;br /&gt;        in his hands.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I was starting to think you boys&lt;br /&gt;                  got lost or something!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Nah, just got a late start is all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim and Gordon embrace in a hug.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn is it good to see you again!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  It's been too long, hasn't it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn right it has.&lt;br /&gt;                      (he finally notices Ben)&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn kid, the last time I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;                  you weren't more than just skin and&lt;br /&gt;                  bones. What the hell kinda steroids&lt;br /&gt;                  you been taking? I wanna get Kyle&lt;br /&gt;                  on'em while he's still young.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  My baseball coach had me on this&lt;br /&gt;                  weight gaining diet thing all last&lt;br /&gt;                  summer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                      (beaming with pride)&lt;br /&gt;                  Put on forty-five pounds.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Well shit I'll drink to that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim hands Gordon and Ben each a beer, but Gordon quickly&lt;br /&gt;        snatches Ben's away from him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE &lt;br /&gt;                      (to Jim)&lt;br /&gt;                  What are you doing, he's only&lt;br /&gt;                  eighteen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim laughs until he realizes that Gordon's being serious.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh come on Gordy, when we were his&lt;br /&gt;                  age we were doing things a whole&lt;br /&gt;                  lot worse than drinking one beer,&lt;br /&gt;                  besides he isn't even half as wild&lt;br /&gt;                  as we were in our day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                      (handing the beer to Ben)&lt;br /&gt;                  I guess one beer isn't gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;                  anything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben opens the beer and takes a drink with a smile as Jim&lt;br /&gt;        gives him a wink.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Ben)&lt;br /&gt;                  The kids are out on the dock. Why&lt;br /&gt;                  don't you go on back and say hello?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. JIM HAWKINS' CABIN DOCK - AFTERNOON&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben gets to the end of the dock to find 19 year old SARAH&lt;br /&gt;        HAWKINS layed out on her stomach in a skimpy blue and white&lt;br /&gt;        bikini while her 10 year old brother KYLE casts his fishing&lt;br /&gt;        reel.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah feels the dock shaking and wakes up as Ben gets closer.&lt;br /&gt;        She sees who it is and lets out a disappointed sigh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn, when you guys didn't show up&lt;br /&gt;                  yesterday I started thinking you&lt;br /&gt;                  weren't gonna come at all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben just ignores her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Kyle)&lt;br /&gt;                  Hey, little man, how's it going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kyle is excited to see Ben.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KYLE HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Hey, Ben. Are we going now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Going where?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Our Dad promised him you'd take us&lt;br /&gt;                  out on the boat so he can fish.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah gets up and tosses her towel in the boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Since when do you fish?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Sarah looks at Ben with the utmost disgust as if what she's&lt;br /&gt;        about to say is common knowledge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SARAH HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't, but all the trees make it&lt;br /&gt;                  impossible to get a decent tan.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben is about to respond when the dock starts shaking. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He turns to see Jim carrying a cooler with Gordon right&lt;br /&gt;        behind him carrying life jackets.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  You kids just about ready to ship&lt;br /&gt;                  off?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  Uh, yeah, I guess.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Good, good I packed you guys a&lt;br /&gt;                  little cooler in case you get&lt;br /&gt;                  hungry, or thirsty.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jim gives Ben a little wink that Gordon doesn't catch before&lt;br /&gt;        lifting the cooler into the back of the boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                      (while handing Ben a cell&lt;br /&gt;                       phone)&lt;br /&gt;                  You be careful out there and call&lt;br /&gt;                  us if anything happens.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BENJAMIN CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                      (slightly confused)&lt;br /&gt;                  What could happen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            GORDON CROWE&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, anything. It's just&lt;br /&gt;                  in case.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben climbs into the boat shaking his head in confusion.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JIM HAWKINS&lt;br /&gt;                  Looks like you kids are good to go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben starts up the boat's engine as Jim and Gordon head back&lt;br /&gt;        for the cabin.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ben pulls the boat away from the dock and out into the open&lt;br /&gt;        water passing two YOUNG GIRLS in a paddle boat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When the paddle boat is behind them we see it start to shake&lt;br /&gt;        and tip before it completely flips over and the girls are&lt;br /&gt;        pulled under.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;COMMENTARY: Well, that went on a bit longer than I had planned on but apart from some shitty dialogue I think it worked out okay. It's funny cause I started writing the "treatment" for this thing a while back but didn't notice all the "clever" name homages until I started turning it into screenplay form. I'm not gonna point them all out cause I feel stupid for putting that many in one chapter but feel free to point them out in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-1170563467291052050?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/1170563467291052050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=1170563467291052050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1170563467291052050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1170563467291052050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/09/chapter-4-benjamin-crowe-part-1.html' title='Chapter 4:  BENJAMIN CROWE  -  part 1'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3690546416330006608</id><published>2007-08-24T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:38:55.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude #2: Carl Archuletta</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;EXT. COPPICE CABANA APARTMENT COMPLEX - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER IMPOSE: SAWYER COUNTY, WI 6:11 a.m. JUNE 30th, 2007&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see an ESTABLISHING SHOT of the outside of a five story apartment building as a light in one of the building's windows flicks on and off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ELDERLY HOBO stumbles around outside the entrance as a twenty-something, DARREL, drunkenly stumbles his way down the sidewalk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Darrel gets closer the old man begins to approach him with his hands out but Darrel just swats him away and enters the building.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. MRS. MATHERSON'S APARTMENT - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARL ARCHULETA, the building's Manager, stands in the entrance of MRS. MATHERSON'S kitchen flipping the light switch on and off. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              MRS. MATHERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    You see what I mean, the way it&lt;br /&gt;                    flickers so much before it comes&lt;br /&gt;                    on?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl just rolls his eyes as he lets out a deep sigh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Mrs. M, I told you last night that&lt;br /&gt;                    that's normal. You've got nothing&lt;br /&gt;                    to worry about.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              MRS. MATHERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Are you sure? I don't mean to be a&lt;br /&gt;                    pest, it's just that I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;                    it's going to start some sort of an&lt;br /&gt;                    electrical fire, or something. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Mrs. M, I assure you that I would&lt;br /&gt;                    never put you in harms way. You're&lt;br /&gt;                    perfectly safe.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl pulls out his cell phone and flips it open.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    I gotta run, Mrs. M. Call me if you&lt;br /&gt;                    need anything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl shuts the door on Mrs. Matherson's apartment just in time to see Darrel coming out of the stairwell down the hall.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    You just getting in?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel grins from ear to ear.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DARREL&lt;br /&gt;                    Damn right.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Shit, I wish I had your stamina.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DARREL&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, but I'll probably end up&lt;br /&gt;                    hittin' the bed and sleeping until&lt;br /&gt;                    the sun goes back down.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    You wanna trade lives?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE COATES&lt;br /&gt;                    Not a chance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Didn't think so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both chuckle a bit as they pass.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DARREL&lt;br /&gt;                    Oh yeah, I almost forgot. That&lt;br /&gt;                    homeless dude's out front again. He&lt;br /&gt;                    was a bit more aggressive this&lt;br /&gt;                    time. Pretty much attacked me for&lt;br /&gt;                    my change.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Fuck, this is turning out to be the&lt;br /&gt;                    morning from hell.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DARREL&lt;br /&gt;                    It's better that way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    How's that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DARREL&lt;br /&gt;                    You get all the shit out of the way&lt;br /&gt;                    early and you can just sit back and&lt;br /&gt;                    enjoy the rest of the day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, I kinda doubt it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. APARTMENT ENTRANCE - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl gets to the front door to find the Elderly Hobo banging on the glass and rushes to open it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    Hey man, what the fuck are you-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the door is open the Elderly Zombie lunges at Carl and takes a bite into his neck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl backs away, stumbles back and falls to the floor holding his neck as the Elderly Hobo continues to approach him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl starts to scramble away when a gun shot rings out and the hobo hits the ground.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl looks up to see a group of six men wearing riot gear file into the building.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              RIOT COP #1&lt;br /&gt;                    Damnit, did he bite you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    What the fuck does it look like? He&lt;br /&gt;                    damn near chewed off half my neck! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              RIOT COP #1&lt;br /&gt;                    Martin get over here with that&lt;br /&gt;                    syringe! Somebody get that transfer&lt;br /&gt;                    board in here, now!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTIN, the youngest looking of the riot cops, rushes over with a syringe ready, making Carl even more uncomfortable.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    What the fuck is that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              RIOT COP #1 &lt;br /&gt;                    It'll help slow down the infection.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin injects the fluid directly above the wound on Carl's neck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              MARTIN&lt;br /&gt;                    We gotta get him back to H.Q. As&lt;br /&gt;                    soon as possible.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more men in riot gear come running up carrying a transfer board and set it down next to Carl while Martin and Riot Cop #1 tip him over onto his side.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              CARL ARCHULETA&lt;br /&gt;                    What's going on? Why am I so dizzy?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set Carl back down onto the transfer board and four men lift him up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              MARTIN&lt;br /&gt;                    That's just a side effect of the&lt;br /&gt;                    medicine we gave you Sir, you're&lt;br /&gt;                    going to be fine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl slips out of consciousness as the Riot Police carry him out of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY: Well there it, my second interlude. I gotta say I'm really happy about the way this turned out. So far I'd say it's my favorite piece, although I am pretty excited about the next few chapters. I haven't even begun scripting Chapter 4 yet so I can't give you an exact date as to when I'll get part one posted but I've got the first nine parts mapped out in my notebook so it shouldn't take too long. I should have the new Table of Contents image up by either tonight or tomorrow though just to give you a little teaser of what to expect. One last note for anyone confused about how to find the first interlude. Take a look at the image on the top of the page and click the little ~ (whatever that thing's called) in between chapter 1 and 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3690546416330006608?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3690546416330006608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3690546416330006608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3690546416330006608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3690546416330006608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/interlude-2-carl-archuletta.html' title='Interlude #2: Carl Archuletta'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2330977319135977156</id><published>2007-08-23T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:02:06.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla looks up from her stitching job to see a pack of 13 zombies about fifty yards away heading up from the garage's underground levels.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul sets Josh down in the passenger seat. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not done yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Well, you'd better hurry up 'cause&lt;br /&gt;                    I'd say we've only got about five&lt;br /&gt;                    minutes before they're on top of&lt;br /&gt;                    us.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm gonna need at least ten.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul checks his pistols again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I'll see what I can do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heads off screen down the slight ramp as he opens fire on the crowd of zombies.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (wiping sweat off Gregg's&lt;br /&gt;                         forehead)&lt;br /&gt;                    He doesn't look so good.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    He'll be fine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    He doesn't even look like he's&lt;br /&gt;                    breathing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla takes a closer look and realizes that Becky's right. Gregg's chest isn't moving anymore.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts two fingers to his neck and doesn't like the answer it gives her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    God damn it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Is he dead?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla just nods.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I'll go get Paul and tell him we&lt;br /&gt;                    can leave now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla pushes the door open and Becky screams louder than she has all day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla turns to see Gregg sitting up right and trying to pull Becky's hand into his mouth.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky pulls her hand free and squirms to get away from him as Kayla tries punching him off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Go out the back, Becky, go out the&lt;br /&gt;                    back!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg focuses his attention on Kayla now who punches him straight in the mouth, knocking him back before she climbs out of the SUV and slams the door shut behind her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. PARKING GARAGE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla rushes around the front of the SUV and pulls Josh out of the passenger seat as Paul comes rushing back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What the hell are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla rushes to the back of the SUV with Josh in her arms as she responds.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Gregg's one of them now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla pulls the back of the SUV open, Becky tumbles out, and Kayla slams it shut again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Are you okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky's too shaken up to respond.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    She's fine, we've gotta get out of&lt;br /&gt;                    here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla turns to see the zombies near the top of the ramp near the front of the SUV in even stronger numbers than before.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Jesus Christ! What do we do now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looks around for awhile and spots an elevator on the other side of the garage.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I got an idea. Come on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul helps Becky to her feet and leads them to the elevator where he presses the up button.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Where are we going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    We'll just go up a bit and stop the&lt;br /&gt;                    elevator between floors.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    And then what?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I don't know. We wait, I guess.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mob of zombies is about halfway across the garage now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    God, does this even still work?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Paul can respond the elevator dings and slides open.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone clambers in and the doors shut behind them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. PARKING GARAGE ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul pushes the stop button half way between the first and second floors.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky slumps down in the corner with her head in her hands sobbing and Paul sits down beside her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (putting an arm around&lt;br /&gt;                         Becky's shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;                    It's gonna be okay. We're safe for&lt;br /&gt;                    now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla turns her back to them and looks at her hand to find bloody tooth marks on her knuckles.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTARY: So there it is, another chapter come and gone. I realize these chapters haven't been ending with the most closure but I promise that future chapters will start to tie into the ends of these first ones. Well, maybe not this chapter, I honestly haven't had that much fun trying to write this one and may end up just leaving it where it is. But, I do have a few ideas for continuing this story through the eyes of either Becky or Paul so, who knows. Anyway, Chapter 4 will start a whole new story, while Chapter 5 will more than likely be connected to the party in Chapter 1. Either way I'll be bringing you another one parter tomorrow that brings us very close to the site of the outbreak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2330977319135977156?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2330977319135977156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2330977319135977156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2330977319135977156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2330977319135977156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-8.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 8'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2609824650114793563</id><published>2007-08-21T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:34:46.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What do you mean you'll be right&lt;br /&gt;                    back?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Just get him fixed up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul slams the door shut and sprints towards an alley across the street.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun shots soon ring out as Paul opens fire on the thugs in the distance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Becky, I need you to check under&lt;br /&gt;                    your seat and tell me if there's a&lt;br /&gt;                    first aid kit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky doesn't respond. She's transfixed on the gun fight going on outside the SUV.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    Becky!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Um, I'm sorry, what?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    Is there a first aid kit under your&lt;br /&gt;                    seat?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky checks around under her seat as the gunfire outside stops.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Uh, yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky pulls out the first aid kit and hands it to Kayla.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Thanks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky reaches out to hand Kayla the bag, but drops it and screams instead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla turns around sharply to see a zombie in a business suit reaching into the shattered driver side window.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zombie is grabbing at Gregg's arm trying to pull him out of the vehicle.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla grabs Gregg's other arm and tries to pull him free but loses her grip due to the blood on her hands.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zombie stops pulling and bites down on Gregg's forearm before a series of shots ring out and the zombie falls to the ground.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul appears in the window a few seconds later and opens the door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Help me move him to the back, we've&lt;br /&gt;                    gotta get out of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - A FEW MINUTES LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul roars the car through the deserted city streets as Kayla cares for Gregg in the middle seat and Becky fills out coloring books with Josh in the back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (to Kayla)&lt;br /&gt;                    How's he doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    He's gonna need stitches but, I&lt;br /&gt;                    don't think I can do them while&lt;br /&gt;                    we're moving.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul takes in a deep breath a lets it out in a sigh as he thinks hard on the situation.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I got an idea.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul jerks the wheel to the left and pulls the car into a parking garage, tires squealing the whole time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA'S SUV/PARKING GARAGE - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla begins threading a needle as soon as Paul puts the vehicle in park.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (to Paul)&lt;br /&gt;                    Do you have any alcohol?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives her a quizzical look.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                        (impatiently)&lt;br /&gt;                    For the wound and the needle.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a flask, and hands it to Kayla.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla opens the flask, smells it and almost gags on the scent.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Jesus.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is about to respond when he notices Josh staring at Gregg's wound in horror.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (to Josh)&lt;br /&gt;                    Hey, buddy, how about you and me&lt;br /&gt;                    take a walk and see if we can't&lt;br /&gt;                    find a candy machine around here&lt;br /&gt;                    somewhere while your Mommy and&lt;br /&gt;                    Becky fix up Mr., um, Gregg.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's face lights up a little. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Okay, Daddy!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh climbs through to the front seat and he and Paul head out in search of a vending machine while Kayla stitches up Gregg. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Is it safe for them to be wandering&lt;br /&gt;                    around out there?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Paul can take care of himself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Oh my god!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla scans the parking garage in frantic fear.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Look at his hand.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla is filled with relief until she looks at the bite mark on Gregg's hand which now looks all swollen and discolored.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Jesus! How could it be that&lt;br /&gt;                    infected already!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla's lost in thought for a moment while she stares at the wound before finally snapping back into the moment.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    Well, let's just take care of the&lt;br /&gt;                    gunshot, we'll have to get him to a&lt;br /&gt;                    hospital. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    If there's even a hospital left. We&lt;br /&gt;                    haven't seen another person that&lt;br /&gt;                    wasn't trying to- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky's cut short when she sees Paul rushing back to the SUV carrying Josh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    We need to get the hell out of here&lt;br /&gt;                    now!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;COMMENTARY: Ya know, I was real excited about this Chapter when I first came up with the idea. I figured a soon to be divorced couple being forced to work together during a zombie invasion would be fun characters to play with, but it just never seemed natural or logical to slow the action down enough to fully bring that up. I guess we'll see what happens in these last few pieces though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2609824650114793563?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2609824650114793563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2609824650114793563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2609824650114793563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2609824650114793563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-7.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 7'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-6703157986880341583</id><published>2007-08-18T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:38:09.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Oh shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul grabs the steering wheel and narrowly avoids colliding with a parked car on the side of the road before putting the vehicle in park.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SUV screeches to a halt in the center of the road with smoke pouring from the tires as everyone inside is hurled forward.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul quickly puts his hands over Gregg's wound trying to stop the bleeding.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What the hell just happened?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Gregg's been shot. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Oh my god!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla picks up Josh and sets him down in the seat next to Becky before crawling between the front two seats so that she can investigate Gregg's wound.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    It went straight through, but we're&lt;br /&gt;                    gonna need to stop the bleeding.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla pushes Paul's hand out of the way to examine Gregg's wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, I think you're right.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (slightly annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;                    Thanks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I didn't mean-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I know what you meant, or didn't&lt;br /&gt;                    mean. Can you stop the bleeding?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, just keep pressure on it&lt;br /&gt;                    while I rig up a bandage.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    FUCK! We gotta get him out of here! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    What? He's gunshot and dieing, we&lt;br /&gt;                    can't move him, he could-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul grabs Kayla by the chin and turns her head around so that she can see the two would be car jackers along side three more young men as they round the corner headed towards the SUV.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Oh my god! What do we do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Stop the bleeding. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul picks the car jacker's gun up off the floor and checks the ammo in both pistols before opening his door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    I'll be right back.&lt;/pre&gt;COMMENTARY: I know this piece was a bit short compared to most but the next one will be quite a bit longer and should be up by tomorrow, Monday at the latest. My plan right now is to have the whole chapter finished and posted by Friday so that I can getthe second Interlude up over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-7.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-6703157986880341583?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/6703157986880341583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=6703157986880341583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/6703157986880341583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/6703157986880341583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-6.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 6'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5024466130392133763</id><published>2007-08-08T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:36:57.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is beginning to set now as Gregg pulls the SUV to a stop at a red light.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I don't think anyone's gonna arrest&lt;br /&gt;                    you if you just-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the driver's side window explodes as it's hit with the butt of a gun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone can react the gun's barrel is pointed straight at Gregg's temple.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              YOUNG JACKER #1&lt;br /&gt;                    Get the fuck outta the car!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YOUNG JACKER reaches through the shattered window with his free hand and hits the auto-unlock button.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second JACKER appears outside the car on Paul's side and reaches for the door handle but Paul hits the lock first.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Jacker #1 sticks the gun in further now so that it's right in front of Gregg's face but aimed at Paul's.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              YOUNG JACKER &lt;br /&gt;                    Does this look like a fucking joke&lt;br /&gt;                    to you, man?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg makes a quick move for the gun and it goes off sending a bullet through the windshield before the two struggle to gain control of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul reaches into the glove box and pulls out a gun of his own before taking aim at the Jacker and shooting him in the shoulder.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg lets go of the gun and puts his arms over his head as the car jacker recoils out the window dropping his gun on the floor.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (to Gregg)&lt;br /&gt;                    Go, go, go, go!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg slams the gas pedal and peels off down the road as the two would be car jackers fire after them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Everyone keep your heads down!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they're out of the gun's range Paul turns around to check on everyone in the back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    You guys okay? Did anyone get hit?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, we're fine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Becky, you okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, I think so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (to Gregg)&lt;br /&gt;                    How about you man? You cool?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looks over to see Gregg staring at his own bloody hand with a bullet hole in his chest.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car veers off to the left as Gregg loses consciousness.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-6.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5024466130392133763?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5024466130392133763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5024466130392133763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5024466130392133763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5024466130392133763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-5.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 5'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2461481932369176822</id><published>2007-08-07T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:53:47.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;EXT. KAYLA JANSSON'S GARAGE - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg and Kayla sit silently in the SUV staring out the now open garage door behind them for some sign of Paul. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Wh-, Where did he go? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I don't know, I don't see him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg puts the vehicle into reverse and slowly backs it out of the garage.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spot Paul's car across the street smashed head first into the driver's side of a red Mustang.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. PAUL'S CAR - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul is unconscious in the front seat with blood dripping down his face while 19 year old, BECKY HENDERSON, screams at a zombie pinned between the two cars.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zombie is still moving, struggling to get at her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    Oh my god!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    You know her?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, she's Josh's babysitter.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. KELLY'S FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul finally comes to, gets out of the car and makes his way around to the other side of Becky's car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg pulls the SUV up to the curb and honks the horn to get Paul's attention.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Paul, I think you'd better hurry!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looks up at Gregg to see him pointing at four zombies marching towards them down the middle of the road ahead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Paul opens Becky's door she scrambles out of it and into his arms.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    It's okay, your safe now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What the hell is going on?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not sure. Is your family&lt;br /&gt;                    inside?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              BECKY HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;                    No, no they're in Milwaukee for the&lt;br /&gt;                    weekend.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Okay then, let's get the hell out&lt;br /&gt;                    of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S SUV - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky works her way to the far back of the SUV while Kayla tries to comfort her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg slides over into the passenger seat to let Paul drive. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                         (to Paul)&lt;br /&gt;                    What's the best way onto 46 from&lt;br /&gt;                    here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Uh, straight ahead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four Zombies ahead are still approaching with at least ten more making there way out of and around the houses. All of them are headed for the SUV.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    You sure about that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, just try not to hit any of&lt;br /&gt;                    them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Great.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg puts the car in drive to weave his way through the crowd of zombies until they finally reach open road.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    Well, that was easier than I&lt;br /&gt;                    expected.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Something tells me it's gonna get&lt;br /&gt;                    harder before it's over.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kayla-jansson-part-5.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2461481932369176822?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2461481932369176822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2461481932369176822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2461481932369176822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2461481932369176822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-4.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 4'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5635551410093229387</id><published>2007-07-07T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:52:25.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S LIVING ROOM - A FEW MINUTES LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg nervously paces around the living room with his cell phone to his ear as Paul ties a bag of canned foods shut.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla enters the room carrying, JOSH JANSSON, her six year old son.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy's face lights up when he sees Paul.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    DADDY!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul rushes to Kayla and takes Josh from her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    What's up, little guy?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Mommy says that we're going on a&lt;br /&gt;                    trip?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    That's right.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg get's his wife's voicemail, hangs up and hits redial as he grows slightly more impatient.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    To Disney Land?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Not that kind of trip, buddy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    But you're coming with us right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I sure am.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg flips his phone shut in frustration.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                        (to Paul)&lt;br /&gt;                    Are they still out there?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul hands Josh back to Kayla and heads to the front window.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I can't see much, but I think they&lt;br /&gt;                    all went next door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Good.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg makes his way to the front door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What are you doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    I've got to go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Are you crazy, man? They could be&lt;br /&gt;                    right outside the door for all we&lt;br /&gt;                    know.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY &lt;br /&gt;                    I was supposed to pick my son up&lt;br /&gt;                    from baseball practice ten minutes&lt;br /&gt;                    ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Wait, wait, wait.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg stops at the door and turns around.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    We'll all go. The news said that&lt;br /&gt;                    the best thing to do is to stick&lt;br /&gt;                    together. We'll stop, get your kid,&lt;br /&gt;                    then we'll all head to the prison&lt;br /&gt;                    together.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Okay, but we have to leave now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Did you just say the prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah. Can we take your car? I think&lt;br /&gt;                    it's the only way we can get&lt;br /&gt;                    everyone to fit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, that's fine. It's in the&lt;br /&gt;                    garage, but what's this about a&lt;br /&gt;                    prison?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    It's an abandoned prison. The&lt;br /&gt;                    military's using it as a fallout&lt;br /&gt;                    until they can figure out what's&lt;br /&gt;                    going on and how to stop it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    Okay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Let's go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S GARAGE - EVENING&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (handing Paul her keys)&lt;br /&gt;                    You drive, I'll ride in back with&lt;br /&gt;                    Josh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Okay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Gregg hop into the front while Kayla and Josh get in the back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul pushes a button to open the garage door and waits patiently.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (looking in the rear view&lt;br /&gt;                         mirror)&lt;br /&gt;                    Damnit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    My car's in the way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg jerks himself around to see out the back window.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Want me to move it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Nah, you take the wheel.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul pulls the garage door opener off the ceiling and gets out of the SUV.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm gonna close the door behind me,&lt;br /&gt;                    get in my car and then open the&lt;br /&gt;                    door. I'll wait for you at the end&lt;br /&gt;                    of the drive way. Got it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                        (shifting himself into the&lt;br /&gt;                         driver's seat)&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, yeah I got it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul closes the SUV's door and heads out of the garage before pushing the button and closing it's door behind him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and tries calling his wife again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Where's Daddy going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    He just had to go move his car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    But, he's coming with us right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg flips his phone shut in frustration after getting his wife's voicemail again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, honey, he's coming with.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JOSH JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Does that mean he's gonna stay for&lt;br /&gt;                    good?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I don't know, baby.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the garage door begins to open and Gregg starts up the car as Kayla helps Josh buckle up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the garage door half open they hear tires squealing on the road outside before the sound of crunching metal and then silence.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-4.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5635551410093229387?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5635551410093229387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5635551410093229387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5635551410093229387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5635551410093229387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-3.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 3'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-1987361893177332754</id><published>2007-06-29T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:22:48.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Time</title><content type='html'>Alright, so here's the deal. I've been going through some computer problems as of late and have completely lost everything I've written for Chapter 3. Most of the Chapter was written on the fly, meaning I didn't have a blue print or any kind of notes as to where I was planning to go with this chapter and it might take me a couple of days to get myself caught back up. I'm hoping to get Part 3 of the Chapter posted by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to use this post to make excuses and give you some other Zombie Blogs to fill the void, but after running a quick Google search it appears they're mostly all dead. It turns out "Zombie Blogs" is a term used to describe blogs that haven't been updated in a while. Anyway, here's a few interesting things I managed to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoutbreak.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Outbreak&lt;/a&gt; - I just stumbled onto this one a few days ago actually, so I haven't really gotten a chance to read anything as I've been trying to write myself but the few posts I did get through seemed really good. It's similar to mine only in that it's an ongoing zombie tale, but this is written in a more traditional form as opposed to my attempts at screenwriting. It doesn't seem to be updated anymore but it ran for almost a year so there's quite a bit to fill the time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zombie-a-gogo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zombie-A-GoGo&lt;/a&gt; - This one focuses more on keeping you informed with the latest in Zombie Films. It features News, Reviews, and Interviews but again, it hasn't been updated in a few months. There is reviews for over five hundred different zombie movies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zombiehunters.org/index.php"&gt;Zombie Squad&lt;/a&gt; - This is a pretty cool little site. They claim to be an elite group of zombie exterminators dedicated to educating the world on disaster preperation. They have a forum decked out with advice in the fashion of Max Brooks' "Zombie Survival Guide", but they also perform "real world services" by hosting disaster relief charity fundraisers, disaster preparation seminars and volunteer our time towards emergency response agencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scottewenart.com/flightofthelivingdead/h1p01.html"&gt;Flight of the Living Dead&lt;/a&gt; - Not to be confused with the straight to DVD movie with the same name, this is a free online comic that tells the story of a seven hour flight from New York to London with one infected passenger. According to the comicgenesis.com wiki, the plan for this book is to release a new page every monday for a year with the story ending on December 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all I've got for now, I might do a post like this in the future if I get way behind again, so if you've got or know of a blog that you think I should write about don't be shy. My e-mail adress is &lt;a href="mailto:dexpac24@hotmail.com"&gt;dexpac24@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-1987361893177332754?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/1987361893177332754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=1987361893177332754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1987361893177332754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1987361893177332754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-time.html' title='Down Time'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5430971707303405106</id><published>2007-06-18T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:51:07.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Zombies?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Yeah, zombies.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    How drunk are you, Paul?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looks offended.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not drunk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives him a look of disbelief.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Paul, I can smell the booze on your&lt;br /&gt;                    breath from here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Well, yeah, I've been drinking, but&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not "drunk".&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul goes back to searching the cupboards.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Excuse me, can we-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    You just stormed in here screaming&lt;br /&gt;                    that "the zombies are coming". If&lt;br /&gt;                    you're not drunk than what are you&lt;br /&gt;                    on?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul stands up, grabs Kayla by the arm and drags her back towards the living room.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What are you doing? Paul, let go of&lt;br /&gt;                    me!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Hey now, let's just-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul lets go of her and reaches for TV's remote control. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    This is "what I'm on".&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns the TV on and the first image they see is a WOMAN in a business suit pulling an OLD MAN out of the cab of his truck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What is this?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    The news. They've been playing this&lt;br /&gt;                    for a few hours.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman now has the Old Man halfway out of the cab as she begins chewing on his face and ripping the flesh from his skull as he flails his limbs and screams for his life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON &lt;br /&gt;                    Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;                        (she turns to Paul)&lt;br /&gt;                    So, what's your plan?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    There's a place in Minnesota I&lt;br /&gt;                    heard about on the news. Everyone's&lt;br /&gt;                    being evacuated-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul stops when he sees a series of figures stumbling about in front of the window.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    We've gotta go, now.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5430971707303405106?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5430971707303405106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5430971707303405106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5430971707303405106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5430971707303405106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-2.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 2'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-7755029165198313313</id><published>2007-06-12T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:50:01.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S DINING ROOM - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERIMPOSE: Balsam Lake, Wisconsin - 6:54 p.m.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYLA JANSSON nervously sits across the dining room table from GREGG DONLEY who is impatiently checking his watch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    That's it, I can't wait any longer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg grabs his briefcase as he pulls himself out of the chair.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Your leaving?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Yes, Mrs. Jansson, I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;                    It's been over an hour, and I&lt;br /&gt;                    already told you I have to pick my&lt;br /&gt;                    son up at seven-thirty.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Please Mr. Donley, just let me call&lt;br /&gt;                    him one more time. I'm sure he's&lt;br /&gt;                    close.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg sighs deeply before plopping back down at the table.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Five minutes. If he's not here in&lt;br /&gt;                    five minutes I'm leaving.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Thank you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla picks up the cordless phone, and pushes a couple of buttons as she walks into the living room. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla pulls back the shades before looking out the front window. The phone is ringing against her ear all the while.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (under her breath)&lt;br /&gt;                    Come on, Paul, pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;                    damn it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ringing finally stops only to be followed by Paul's voice mail message.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                        (sounding extremely drunk)&lt;br /&gt;                    Hey, either I didn't hear the phone&lt;br /&gt;                    ringing or I'm out of minutes,&lt;br /&gt;                    either way drop me a message and&lt;br /&gt;                    I'll probly get back to you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Damnit Paul you're an hour late,&lt;br /&gt;                    where the hell are you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushes the end call button and tosses the phone on the couch before turning for the kitchen only to find Gregg already standing in the doorway with his briefcase in hand.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    You're leaving already?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Kayla he's not coming. He's been&lt;br /&gt;                    dicking us around for months, and I&lt;br /&gt;                    for one, am sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;                    As much as I'd love to stay see&lt;br /&gt;                    this thing through, I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;                    get my son from baseball practice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Please, just let me try to call him&lt;br /&gt;                    one more time, please.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg is getting sort of frustrated now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Look, if he shows up, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;                    almost one hundred percent certain&lt;br /&gt;                    that he won't, but if he does, give&lt;br /&gt;                    him these.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        (holds out a stack of&lt;br /&gt;                         papers)&lt;br /&gt;                    And tell him to sign here, here,&lt;br /&gt;                    and initial here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    But, you know he won't sign without&lt;br /&gt;                    a lawyer present, that's the only&lt;br /&gt;                    reason you're here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a business card and begins writing on the back of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY&lt;br /&gt;                    Give him this. I'm writing my home&lt;br /&gt;                    number and home address on the&lt;br /&gt;                    back. Tell him to call me anytime.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hands her the business card.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    But-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              GREGG DONLEY &lt;br /&gt;                    I'm sorry Kayla, but I really do&lt;br /&gt;                    have to go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes her defeat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    I understand.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg turns and heads for the door when it suddenly swings open violently, and PAUL JANSSON storms through it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                    Where the hell have you been?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul seems terrified as he slams the door shut and fastens all the locks on it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns back to Gregg and Kayla looking terrified. His eyes frantically dart around the room.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Where's Kyle?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Where is Kyle?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    He's in his room asleep, why?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                        (while heading for the&lt;br /&gt;                         kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;                    Wake him up and start packing,&lt;br /&gt;                    we've gotta be out of here in ten&lt;br /&gt;                    minutes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul storms through the kitchen's swinging door with Kayla right behind him. An intrigued Gregg follows as well.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. KAYLA JANSSON'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul crouches down and begins searching the cupboards as soon as he enters the kitchen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Paul, what the hell are you doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul stops searching.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Haven't you been watching TV?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              KAYLA JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    No, why?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul stands up and walks closer to Kayla.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              PAUL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;                    Kayla, zombies are coming.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-7755029165198313313?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/7755029165198313313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=7755029165198313313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/7755029165198313313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/7755029165198313313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-1.html' title='Chapter 3: KAYLA JANSSON - part 1'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5309961828363616648</id><published>2007-06-09T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:33:35.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interlude 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molly'/><title type='text'>Interlude #1 Molly Coates</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. MOLLY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERIMPOSE: 12:16 AM&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six year old MOLLY COATES lays wide awake in bed with the covers wrapped tight as she listens to her parents, DALE and ANNA arguing in the other room.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ANNA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    Dale, he could be anywhere!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    So what are we supposed to do, just&lt;br /&gt;                    sit here and pray he comes home?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ANNA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    What else can we do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    We can go out there and bring him&lt;br /&gt;                    home!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ANNA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    Dale, you saw how bad it is out&lt;br /&gt;                    there on the news, and the last&lt;br /&gt;                    report was almost an hour ago. Who&lt;br /&gt;                    knows how much worse it's gotten&lt;br /&gt;                    since then.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    All the more reason to get him and&lt;br /&gt;                    bring him someplace safe!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ANNA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    But Dale, it's suicide!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    I KNOW THAT!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ANNA (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    SO THEN WHY DO IT?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    BECAUSE, I CAN'T JUST SIT HERE AND&lt;br /&gt;                    DO NOTHING KNOWING MY ONLY SON&lt;br /&gt;                    MIGHT BE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE BEING&lt;br /&gt;                    EATEN ALIVE!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a brief silence that prompts Molly to slide out of bed and quietly move towards her bedroom door for a better listen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    Look, I just can't let the last&lt;br /&gt;                    things I say to him be the last&lt;br /&gt;                    things I said to him. Can't you&lt;br /&gt;                    understand that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna doesn't argue anymore and Molly's left with silence for a few moments.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE COATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    I'll be back in an hour, two at the&lt;br /&gt;                    most.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another brief silence as the two kiss and Molly inches forward a little closer to the door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the sound of SHATTERING GLASS rings out from the living room startling Molly back to her bed and under the covers.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              DALE COATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                    Anna get away from the windows!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More GLASS SHATTERS as Anna and Dale scream for their lives.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly drops off the bed and drags herself underneath it, scared out of her mind as she listens to the sound of her parents being eaten alive.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the only sound left is the shuffling feet of zombies as they make their way towards Molly's bedroom.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5309961828363616648?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5309961828363616648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5309961828363616648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5309961828363616648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5309961828363616648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/06/interlude-1.html' title='Interlude #1 Molly Coates'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-8789253489731733924</id><published>2007-05-23T10:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:44:41.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, there it is, the end of Chapter 2 is here. I can't say it turned out exactly as I had hoped, but I'm still pretty happy with it. The zombies had allot less "screen time" than they did in Chapter 1, but I think they still played just as vital a role if not a significantly more vital role to the over all plot of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't be too surprised if a future chapter covers more of this story as I've got a chapter for each character fleshed out. I'm just not sure when/if those chapters will work their way onto the blog or if I wanna try and write the hole "heist" story line as one full length script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not sure what I'm doing for Chapter 3 yet, (I've got a whole notebook of mini treatments to choose from) but I think I wanna go with a female lead this time. Either way it should be up soon. In the meantime sign up for the newsletter on the right if you wish to be notified every time I add a new piece of the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-8789253489731733924?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/8789253489731733924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=8789253489731733924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/8789253489731733924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/8789253489731733924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-status.html' title='Blog Status'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-1680156125479224660</id><published>2007-05-22T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:35:04.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF PINE CITY  - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex, Joey and Blue are parked outside the bank now watching&lt;br /&gt;        as zombies feed on what's left of an old woman's corpse while&lt;br /&gt;        others begin others shuffle around the lobby.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Perfect.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you fucking kidding me?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue gets a worried look on his face and looks around&lt;br /&gt;        frantically. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  What, you see a cop somewhere?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  No, but I see about ten of those&lt;br /&gt;                  fucking people eaters standing&lt;br /&gt;                  between us and where we need to be.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue just holds up his pistol.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Joey)&lt;br /&gt;                  What do ya say kid, me and your big&lt;br /&gt;                  brother here'll keep the biters at&lt;br /&gt;                  bay while you work your magic with&lt;br /&gt;                  the locks?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Sounds good to me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, let's do it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Both Blue and Joey reach for their door handles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Who the fuck said that I was going&lt;br /&gt;                  in?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on, man. We'll be in and out&lt;br /&gt;                  in less than a minute I promise.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't care if it's less than a&lt;br /&gt;                  second I'm not-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll tell ya what. How about you&lt;br /&gt;                  just sit here and make sure the&lt;br /&gt;                  car's ready to roll when we get&lt;br /&gt;                  out. Me and the snow bird here'll&lt;br /&gt;                  take care of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Joey)&lt;br /&gt;                  You ready?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, let's do it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        All three get out and Joey is stopped by Alex as the two pass&lt;br /&gt;        in front of the SUV.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You know this isn't gonna go as&lt;br /&gt;                  smooth as he says it is.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  It'll be fine. Besides, I don't&lt;br /&gt;                  really like my chances of survival&lt;br /&gt;                  if I don't get this money.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey gestures towards his black eye.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  There's other way to get money, ya&lt;br /&gt;                  know.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  By tomorrow?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex takes a deep sigh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You gotta gun?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue makes his way back to the SUV. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Would you two mind wrapping it up&lt;br /&gt;                  soon, cause I don't really like&lt;br /&gt;                  being out here any longer than I&lt;br /&gt;                  have to.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Alex)&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll be fine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey and Blue make their way into the bank as Alex heads&lt;br /&gt;        around to the driver's seat of the SUV.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He opens the door but pauses for a second as he rethinks his&lt;br /&gt;        decision.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Fucking shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex slams the door shut again and pulls out his gun as he&lt;br /&gt;        heads towards the bank's front entrance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A few zombies on the sidewalk have taken notice of him but&lt;br /&gt;        Alex rushes into the bank before they even get close.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF PINE CITY - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex enters the bank to see seven zombies laying dead in the&lt;br /&gt;        lobby, but even more are heading towards the vault.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex opens fire on the nearest one nailing it three times in&lt;br /&gt;        the chest. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        All the shots do are get the zombie's attention along with&lt;br /&gt;        all the others within earshot. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SHADOWY MAN (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  You gotta get'em in the head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex turns to see a man completely obscured by shadow at the&lt;br /&gt;        other end of the bank's lobby. The man is clubbing zombies&lt;br /&gt;        left and right, crushing their skulls with some kind of metal&lt;br /&gt;        rod.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The man steps a little further into the light revealing a&lt;br /&gt;        shirt and tie almost completely covered in blood but his face&lt;br /&gt;        remains in the dark.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SHADOWY MAN&lt;br /&gt;                  You gotta hit them in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;                  It's the only way to keep'em down.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The man disappears into the shadows again, crushing zombie&lt;br /&gt;        skulls with his metal rod.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex turns back to the zombie he shot earlier and gets&lt;br /&gt;        startled by the fact that it's considerably closer now. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He aims his gun again, this time sending a bullet straight&lt;br /&gt;        through it's head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombie slumps to the ground instantly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Nice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Just then a gunshot rings out from the vault followed shortly&lt;br /&gt;        by two more in quick succession. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  JOEY!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex rushes to the vault in the back of the bank, stopping to&lt;br /&gt;        fire on a couple of zombies before he get's there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. BANK VAULT - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex enters the vault in a hurry only to find Joey lying on&lt;br /&gt;        the floor bleeding from two separate bullet holes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                   Oh, fuck! Joey?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex notices that one safe deposit box is open and empty as&lt;br /&gt;        he kneels down to check on Joey.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey coughs up blood as Alex cradles his head in his arms.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                      (barely audible)&lt;br /&gt;                  He doesn't...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex leans in closer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                      (barely audible)&lt;br /&gt;                  He doesn't have...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey's gives one last violent cough of blood before dieing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;center&gt;THE END&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-3-kalya-jansson-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-1680156125479224660?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/1680156125479224660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=1680156125479224660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1680156125479224660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1680156125479224660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-6.html' title='Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 6'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-8212356510171906361</id><published>2007-05-16T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:20:38.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;  INT. SAFE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  It's like that everywhere?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Some places are worse than others,&lt;br /&gt;                  but more or less, yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  That explains why traffic was so&lt;br /&gt;                  nuts on the way here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  So, you in or not?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Definitely. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex takes his time answering while staring at the images on&lt;br /&gt;        the screen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on man, what's to think about?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Besides the fact that there's&lt;br /&gt;                  people out there eating each other?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  It's the perfect scapegoat. We can&lt;br /&gt;                  be in and out in ten minutes at the&lt;br /&gt;                  most, and it'll all just get&lt;br /&gt;                  chalked up to looters.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Who's to say the looters haven't&lt;br /&gt;                  already gotten to the bank and&lt;br /&gt;                  wiped it clean?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  How many people are gonna be able&lt;br /&gt;                  to get into the safe deposit boxes?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex still isn't convinced.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on, what's the harm in at&lt;br /&gt;                  least going down there and taking a&lt;br /&gt;                  look at it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Why do I have to keep reminding you&lt;br /&gt;                  about the whole people eating&lt;br /&gt;                  people thing going on outside? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  We'll keep the windows rolled up.&lt;br /&gt;                  Besides, (Blue pulls his gun out)&lt;br /&gt;                  it ain't like we'll be completely&lt;br /&gt;                  helpless out there, ya know? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex takes a deep breath and sighs it back out slow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  I should have my fuckin' head&lt;br /&gt;                  examined going along with this&lt;br /&gt;                  shit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. STOLEN CAR MOVING - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They drive down the street with Joey behind the wheel as the&lt;br /&gt;        neighborhood around them is going to hell. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Cars are crashed into trees, bodies are strewn all over the&lt;br /&gt;        yards, and a one house is even on fire.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  So, it's like this just about&lt;br /&gt;                  everywhere?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  For the most part.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey pulls the car to a stop in front of the bank.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  This isn't a good sign.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue and Alex turn to see the bank in total chaos. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        All the glass in the doors and windows has been shattered and&lt;br /&gt;        the place is filled with zombies.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-6.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-8212356510171906361?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/8212356510171906361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=8212356510171906361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/8212356510171906361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/8212356510171906361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-5.html' title='Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 5'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-4773254417741644341</id><published>2007-05-07T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:51:29.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. SAFE HOUSE BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Would you just fucking relax.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey struggles to his feet only to be struck back down by&lt;br /&gt;        Alex.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  I ask you everyday if you were&lt;br /&gt;                  still clean and every day what do&lt;br /&gt;                  you say? You'd say "Of course man,&lt;br /&gt;                  I've been clean since December, I&lt;br /&gt;                  wouldn't lie to you." And what were&lt;br /&gt;                  you fucking doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex smacks the line of coke on the counter sending the&lt;br /&gt;        powder all over the bathroom.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You were fuckin' lying to me Joey!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex picks up the full bag of coke now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  It's not like that. I just, I just&lt;br /&gt;                  do a little before a job and when&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm tense, you know, just to stay&lt;br /&gt;                  cool.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What fuckin' job do you think we're&lt;br /&gt;                  gonna pull? We don't even have a&lt;br /&gt;                  crew anymore for Christ's sake!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE (O.C.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Looks like you boys are having one&lt;br /&gt;                  hell of a party. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They both turn to see Blue standing in the living room with a&lt;br /&gt;        fast food bag in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex tosses the bag back down on the counter and heads out to&lt;br /&gt;        the living room to confront Blue.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. SAFE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Where the fuck were you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue holds up the bag of food.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Stopped to get dinner. Didn't think&lt;br /&gt;                  you'd appreciate it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  It's been almost an hour!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  I was being careful. Not to mention&lt;br /&gt;                  the drive-thru lane was slow as all&lt;br /&gt;                  fuck. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue sits down at the table and pulls a double cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;        out of the bag.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  You guys gonna eat or not? It ain't&lt;br /&gt;                  good to work on an empty stomach. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Work? You still expect us to go&lt;br /&gt;                  through with the job after this?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Why not?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex isn't sure they're both having the same conversation.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What'd you get in an accident and&lt;br /&gt;                  hit your head on the way here? You&lt;br /&gt;                  don't remember the fucking cops at&lt;br /&gt;                  the hotel?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  We don't gotta worry about the cops&lt;br /&gt;                  anymore.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex waits for an explanation that never comes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You expect the two of us to just go&lt;br /&gt;                  along with your word on that, or do&lt;br /&gt;                  you got more to say?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue sets his cheeseburger down and turns on the small TV&lt;br /&gt;        using the remote control.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        On the TV is News Reporter SALLY SUMMERS with footage of what&lt;br /&gt;        appears to be a "normal" riot behind her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The footage fills the screen now as people are looting and&lt;br /&gt;        beating up zombies on the city streets while cops try to&lt;br /&gt;        regain control of the crowds.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            SALLY SUMMERS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;                  This footage was shot earlier this&lt;br /&gt;                  afternoon in Spring Green, Wisconsin &lt;br /&gt;                  near the site of where this "virus" &lt;br /&gt;                  was reportedly first documented. I &lt;br /&gt;                  must warn you that the following footage &lt;br /&gt;                  is extremely graphic but we here at CNBC&lt;br /&gt;                  strongly believe it's necessary for you &lt;br /&gt;                  to understand what we're truly facing &lt;br /&gt;                  right now. Please take a moment to remove &lt;br /&gt;                  any small children from the room now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck does a riot in Spring&lt;br /&gt;                  Green Wisconsin have to do with us?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  This is just where it started. I&lt;br /&gt;                  was listening to the radio on the&lt;br /&gt;                  way here, they say it's like this&lt;br /&gt;                  all over the midwest and spreading&lt;br /&gt;                  like herpes on a high school&lt;br /&gt;                  wrestling team. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The footage finally starts.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. SMALL TOWN ROAD - NEWS FOOTAGE&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A woman in a business suit is pulling an OLD MAN out of the&lt;br /&gt;        cab of his truck. She only gets him partially out when she&lt;br /&gt;        begins to eat the flesh from the Old Man's face.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue pauses to gauge the brothers' reactions. Joey is clearly&lt;br /&gt;        eager to pull the job.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Makes one hell of a distraction&lt;br /&gt;                  don't ya think?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-5.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-4773254417741644341?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/4773254417741644341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=4773254417741644341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/4773254417741644341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/4773254417741644341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-4.html' title='Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 4'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-824155391768232968</id><published>2007-05-07T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:03:11.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a Bad Day to be a Zombie"</title><content type='html'>I'm sure alot of you have already seen the &lt;a href="http://www.movieweb.com/news/12/15312.php"&gt;"Teaser Trailer"&lt;/a&gt; for the upcoming Day of the Dead "remake" but I just came across the first review of the film and it's far from pretty. For those of us that have seen the trailer it seems pretty clear that the film doesn't stick too closely to the original but according to the review all it really takes is the name. For those interested you can find the review &lt;a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/32568"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but be warned the review pretty much gives away the entire film. Not that there's any shocking twists or anything. It'll be interesting to see if this thing actually makes a run at a theatrical release or just goes straight to the DVD shelves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-824155391768232968?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/824155391768232968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=824155391768232968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/824155391768232968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/824155391768232968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-bad-day-to-be-zombie.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a Bad Day to be a Zombie&quot;'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-917777213324673639</id><published>2007-05-01T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:30:19.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey and Alex stop and turn around with their hands in the&lt;br /&gt;        air. &lt;br /&gt;        The Security Guard seems confused by their reaction and opens&lt;br /&gt;        his mouth to speak. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Three shots ring out from down the hall before he can even&lt;br /&gt;        get a word out.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Security Guard drops to reveal Blue standing behind him&lt;br /&gt;        with a gun in hand. He walks towards them&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  You guys seen Frank or Hansen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck is wrong with you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You just killed that guy for no&lt;br /&gt;                  reason!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Well shit, did you want to go to&lt;br /&gt;                  jail?&lt;br /&gt;                      (he barely waits for a&lt;br /&gt;                       response)&lt;br /&gt;                  That's what I thought. I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;                  boys at the house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue rushes past them and out the exit.&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Joey)&lt;br /&gt;                  Can you believe that fucking guy?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey Doesn't respond. He's still staring at the dead body in&lt;br /&gt;        shock.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  Joey? &lt;br /&gt;                      (smacks Joey's arm)&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on man, we gotta go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. HOTEL PARKING LOT - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two try their best to look calm and casual as they rush&lt;br /&gt;        down the parking lot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You gotta car?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  It's on the other side of the&lt;br /&gt;                  building. Where's yours?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Took a cab. Can you get us a new&lt;br /&gt;                  one?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                      (pulling a slim jim from&lt;br /&gt;                       his pants)&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey walks up to the driver's side of the nearest car and&lt;br /&gt;        slides the slim jim around in it's window until the lock&lt;br /&gt;        pops.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He opens the door and hits the power lock before hopping in&lt;br /&gt;        and pulling out some wires.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A few seconds later the engine is roaring and Joey's slamming&lt;br /&gt;        it into reverse.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. CAR (MOVING) - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey honks the horn as a man in a red Ford Explorer cuts him&lt;br /&gt;        off at a four way stop.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck? Do people not know&lt;br /&gt;                  how to drive in this fucking city? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Traffic's pretty bad for this time&lt;br /&gt;                  of night.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Just as Joey hits the gas to go he's cut off by a red Toyota&lt;br /&gt;        Sienna going the same direction as the Explorer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the hell is going on? You&lt;br /&gt;                  think maybe there's a high school&lt;br /&gt;                  football game or something?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  This time of year?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, I mean it was just a&lt;br /&gt;                  thought man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  So, you gonna tell me about it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey looks over at Alex totally confused.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck are you talking&lt;br /&gt;                  about?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  That shiner, how'd you get it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Shiner?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey turns the mirror to get a look at his face. He's&lt;br /&gt;        surprised to see that his left eye is black and blue.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                  Damn, I didn't even notice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  How'd it happen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Turns out I still owe some people&lt;br /&gt;                  money?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You been using again?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What? Of course not, why the fuck&lt;br /&gt;                  would you even ask me something&lt;br /&gt;                  like that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You just got that look about you, I&lt;br /&gt;                  don't know, it's like your a little&lt;br /&gt;                  tense or something.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You're fucking right I'm a little&lt;br /&gt;                  tense, I just watched a man die!&lt;br /&gt;                  Not to mention we've got the&lt;br /&gt;                  biggest job of our lives in a few&lt;br /&gt;                  hours and the cops on our asses.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex still doesn't buy it but he's not going to push it&lt;br /&gt;        either.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, I guess. My mistake.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey gives Alex a nervous glance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        An ESTABLISHING SHOT shows Alex and Joey pulling into the&lt;br /&gt;        driveway of a typical suburban home.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. SAFE HOUSE - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two enter the house to find it completely empty except&lt;br /&gt;        for a table with five chairs around it and a bulletin board&lt;br /&gt;        with more confidential bank files pinned to it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A small tv rests on a counter a few feet from the table.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Looks like we're the first ones&lt;br /&gt;                  here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. SAFE HOUSE - 35 MINUTES LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex sits at the table shuffling a deck of cards as Joey&lt;br /&gt;        nervously taps on the window. Finally Alex slams the cards&lt;br /&gt;        down on the table in frustration startling Joey.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Fuck this. Let's get the hell out&lt;br /&gt;                  of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex gets up and pushes in his chair.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, just let me take a piss&lt;br /&gt;                  first. Bathroom in here works,&lt;br /&gt;                  right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, I think so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. SAFE HOUSE BATHROOM - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey shuts the door and looks for a lock but there isn't one&lt;br /&gt;        so he quickly pulls out a bag of cocaine and fixes himself&lt;br /&gt;        two lines on the counter top.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He gets halfway through snorting the second one when the door&lt;br /&gt;        flies open hitting him in the side and knocking him to the&lt;br /&gt;        ground.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He looks up to see Alex standing in the doorway furious.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You lying son of a bitch!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-4.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-917777213324673639?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/917777213324673639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=917777213324673639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/917777213324673639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/917777213324673639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-3.html' title='Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 3'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-813649193107756623</id><published>2007-04-26T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:47:36.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The person at the door KNOCKS again, louder this time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  How could they be onto us?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  You really need to ask? That&lt;br /&gt;                  brother of yours probly got caught&lt;br /&gt;                  trying score again and turned us in &lt;br /&gt;                  to keep his scrawny ass from behind&lt;br /&gt;                  bars.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You piece of shit!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex takes a lunge at Blue but Frankie gets in the way and&lt;br /&gt;        keeps Alex back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FRANKIE &lt;br /&gt;                  Are you guys fuckin kidding me?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The KNOCK at the door is even louder this time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  Remember that?&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Blue)&lt;br /&gt;                  Open the fucking door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Hansen and Alex reach into their jackets and rest their hands&lt;br /&gt;        on pistols as Blue slowly turns the knob and pulls open the&lt;br /&gt;        door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        JOEY BARISI storms into the room agitated as all hell. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck? You guys all fall&lt;br /&gt;                  deaf at the same time you don't&lt;br /&gt;                  hear me knocking?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue slams the door shut real quick, grabs Joey by the neck&lt;br /&gt;        and slams him into the wall.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue pulls his gun out and presses it to Joey's temple.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you fucking crazy?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Joey)&lt;br /&gt;                  You bring the fucking cops here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex pulls his gun out as well now and presses it to the back&lt;br /&gt;        of Blue's neck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  You put that gun down and you put&lt;br /&gt;                  the gun down right now or I swear&lt;br /&gt;                  to god.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  Would you two calm the fuck down&lt;br /&gt;                  and put those things away so we can&lt;br /&gt;                  get the fuck outta here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex lowers his weapon first and Blue quickly follows suit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, let's split up and meet&lt;br /&gt;                  back at the safe house.&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Hansen)&lt;br /&gt;                  You stick with me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Frank doesn't wait for questions he just pushes past the men&lt;br /&gt;        and out the door with Hansen on his heels.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. HOTEL STAIRWELL - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Joey attempts to carry on a conversation as he and Alex are&lt;br /&gt;        rushing down the stairs. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Thanks for sticking up for me back&lt;br /&gt;                  their man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  If you really wanna thank me, you'd&lt;br /&gt;                  stop making me have to do it so god&lt;br /&gt;                  damn often.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They reach the bottom floor and burst through the door into&lt;br /&gt;        the hallway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The exit is only about thirty yards away.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  When we get out just walk calmly,&lt;br /&gt;                  don't draw attention to yourself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JOEY BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  I know the drill.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            HOTEL SECURITY GUARD (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Hey you two, hold on a second&lt;br /&gt;                  there!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         They turn to see a young HOTEL SECURITY GUARD just rounding&lt;br /&gt;         the corner towards them with a great deal of speed.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-813649193107756623?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/813649193107756623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=813649193107756623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/813649193107756623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/813649193107756623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-2.html' title='Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 2'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3443161736323820594</id><published>2007-04-24T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:59:57.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        TITLE CARD: PINE CITY, MN&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ALEX BARISI paces back and forth in front of the window while&lt;br /&gt;        FRANKIE, BLUE, and HANSEN play a game of poker.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Frankie is considerably older than the rest of them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Mitch)&lt;br /&gt;                  Would you sit down already? I ain't&lt;br /&gt;                  paying to replace that carpet 'you&lt;br /&gt;                  wear a hole through it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex sits down at the kitchen bar and sips on his drink. He's&lt;br /&gt;        still edgy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  So where the fuck is Joey at&lt;br /&gt;                  anyway?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  He'll be here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  I tell ya, I've put up with alotta&lt;br /&gt;                  that kid's shit over the years, but&lt;br /&gt;                  I think it's time we thought about&lt;br /&gt;                  finding someone else. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  We need him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  Why? There's alotta guys out there&lt;br /&gt;                  can do what he does.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  Ones that know how to read a&lt;br /&gt;                  fucking clock.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  I said he'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;                      (checks his watch)&lt;br /&gt;                  We got plenty of time anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           BLUE&lt;br /&gt;                  I gotta fifty that says he shows up&lt;br /&gt;                  high.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alex gets up from his chair and heads towards Blue.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ALEX BARISI &lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck is your problem?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blue stands up ready to fight as Hansen and Frankie stand up&lt;br /&gt;        to keep the two apart.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on guys let's not do this now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Neither man is backing down.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Mitch)&lt;br /&gt;                  Like I said it's nothing personal&lt;br /&gt;                  against you and it's just something&lt;br /&gt;                  we been thinking about. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Alex heads back for the window as Blue sits back down slowly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           FRANKIE (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on, let's go over the plan one&lt;br /&gt;                  more time. Just to keep ourselves&lt;br /&gt;                  occupied.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Alex gets a worried look on his face as he rushes to the&lt;br /&gt;       window.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       From Alex's POV we see three cop cars pulling up to the&lt;br /&gt;       front of the hotel with their lights flashing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Fuck!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           FRANKIE&lt;br /&gt;                  What is it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ALEX BARISI&lt;br /&gt;                  Cops!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The men quickly scrap the money off the table and reach for&lt;br /&gt;       their jackets.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ALEX BARISI (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  Somebody toss those plans in the&lt;br /&gt;                  folder and lets get the fuck out of&lt;br /&gt;                  here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hansen gabs the four sheets of paper one of which appears to&lt;br /&gt;       be blue prints with the words FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF PINE&lt;br /&gt;       CITY on the top in bold letters.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       They're all about to head out when a knock at the door&lt;br /&gt;       freezes them all in their spots.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/LastNext.gif" alt="" height="64" width="493" usemap="#LastNexta77e6b"&gt;&lt;map name="LastNexta77e6b"&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="222,7,265,60" href="http://www.tczombies.blogspot.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="278,11,486,52" href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-2.html" alt=""&gt;&lt;area shape="rect" coords="2,13,207,52" href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-1.html" alt=""&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3443161736323820594?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3443161736323820594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3443161736323820594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3443161736323820594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3443161736323820594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-1.html' title='Chapter 2:  THE BARISI BROS.  -  part 1'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3955877814070432627</id><published>2007-04-22T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:46:24.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mailing List</title><content type='html'>Well, since the postings haven't been all that frequent I decided I'd set something up where people could sign up to be notified of updates. Just fill in your name and e-mail address in the boxes over there on the right and you'll get an e-mail every time I add a new piece to the story. Stay tuned for the part one of Chapter Two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3955877814070432627?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3955877814070432627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3955877814070432627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3955877814070432627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3955877814070432627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/mailing-list.html' title='Mailing List'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-1135769760925229420</id><published>2007-04-22T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:16:09.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 10'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. PARTY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared and Danny rush back up the steps as the zombies&lt;br /&gt;        continue to pour into the house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They enter the room and Danny slams the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck are we gonna do now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Everything's fine. There's no way&lt;br /&gt;                  they're getting past all that&lt;br /&gt;                  furniture.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They hear a CRASH downstairs. Danny opens the door back up&lt;br /&gt;        and they both look out to see that their little barricade has&lt;br /&gt;        already been mostly torn apart.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Fuck, fuck, fuck!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared pulls Danny back into the room and slams the door shut&lt;br /&gt;        before locking it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (CONT'D)&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck do we do now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  We gotta get outta here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared rushes to the window and looks out to see the zombies&lt;br /&gt;        filing into the front door of the house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He opens the window and lifts his left leg out of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  We're going on the fucking roof?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared doesn't respond he just climbs out the window onto an&lt;br /&gt;        awning that over hangs the front door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. PARTY HOUSE ROOF - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny stumbles out the window with Alice right behind him&lt;br /&gt;        trying to catch up to Jared.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  We wait for them all to get inside&lt;br /&gt;                  then we jump down and make a run&lt;br /&gt;                  for it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Run where?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Any where.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared walks to the edge and peeks over but can't get a good&lt;br /&gt;        view.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He leans just a little further when his hand slips and Jared&lt;br /&gt;        begins to fall over the edge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                   Jared!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny reaches for Jared and grabs his shirt but loses his&lt;br /&gt;        grip right away.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. PARTY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared hits the ground hard and hears a slight crack followed&lt;br /&gt;        by an excruciating pain in his lower back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Jared! You okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A few zombies near the house's door have turned around and&lt;br /&gt;        headed for Jared.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I can't move my legs!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombies are getting even closer now as Jared pulls out&lt;br /&gt;        his baton for the last time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The first zombie is right over him now bending to get a bite&lt;br /&gt;        when Danny lands with a thud next to it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny takes the baton from Jared and takes out the two&lt;br /&gt;        nearest zombies before he kneels down by Jared.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  You gotta get out of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What, and just leave you two?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I can't walk Danny, I'm screwed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny gets back up and buys a little more time by killing a&lt;br /&gt;        hand full of zombies.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                      (handing Jared the baton)&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  What are you doing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Getting you out of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny grabs Jared under the shoulders and starts dragging him&lt;br /&gt;        towards the road.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He pulls Jared to a silver Dodge Dakota that's been abandoned&lt;br /&gt;        after crashing into another vehicle and opens the door before&lt;br /&gt;        hauling Jared into it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm gonna go get help and bring&lt;br /&gt;                  them back here. Sit tight.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny's about to close the door before Jared stops him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Take this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He holds out the baton to Danny.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What about you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll be fine. Maybe if I stay quiet&lt;br /&gt;                  they won't even know I'm here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny takes the baton.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll be back as soon as I can.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               He closes the door gently and takes off down the street.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary: So that's the end of chapter one. My original plan had a more decisive ending, but I think what I'm going to do is continue the story through Danny's point of view a few chapters from now. Oringinally this chapter was going to be called "Bash of the Dead" before I realized that's a retarded title and decided to just use character names as the chapter titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-2-barisi-bros-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-1135769760925229420?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/1135769760925229420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=1135769760925229420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1135769760925229420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/1135769760925229420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-10.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 10'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3470268953264893269</id><published>2007-04-17T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:59:59.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 9'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;INT. PARTY HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared and Danny storm into the master bedroom to see MARY&lt;br /&gt;        being eaten by a REDHEADED GIRL while CONNIE and ALICE are&lt;br /&gt;        balled up in the corner crying.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared whips out the baton and crushes both the Redhead and&lt;br /&gt;        Mary's skulls as Danny rushes over to the girls in the&lt;br /&gt;        corner.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Connie shakes her head "no".&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you hurt? Did either of you get&lt;br /&gt;                  bit?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALICE&lt;br /&gt;                  No, we're fine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What happened?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALICE&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm not sure. We were just smoking&lt;br /&gt;                  a joint and all of a sudden that&lt;br /&gt;                  one girl started biting Mary in her&lt;br /&gt;                  neck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared walks to the window and looks out to see thirty or so&lt;br /&gt;        zombies crowded in the front yard and nowhere else in sight.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            CONNIE&lt;br /&gt;                  I want to go home.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny puts his arms around Connie. He's still trying to get&lt;br /&gt;        laid.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  So do I, but it's just not safe out&lt;br /&gt;                  there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                      (to himself)&lt;br /&gt;                  They know we're in here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Down this whole street, this is the&lt;br /&gt;                  only one they're going after. They&lt;br /&gt;                  have to know we're here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  No, the news said they're brain&lt;br /&gt;                  dead, that they don't think. How&lt;br /&gt;                  could they know we're in hear if&lt;br /&gt;                  they can't think?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Maybe the news was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;                      (beat)&lt;br /&gt;                  Did you check all the rooms up&lt;br /&gt;                  here? To make sure they were empty?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  No, we just kinda came in here and&lt;br /&gt;                  locked the door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared heads for the bedroom door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Where are you going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared stops in the doorway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  To make sure we're alone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared continues off down the hall.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared once again whips out his baton as he cautiously reaches&lt;br /&gt;        for the nearest doorknob.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Just before he reaches the knob Jared hears a noise behind&lt;br /&gt;        him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He turns around in a panic and pulls back his baton to strike&lt;br /&gt;        before he realizes it's Danny.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude! It's just&lt;br /&gt;                  me!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Jesus Christ! What are you doing!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  I just thought you could use some&lt;br /&gt;                  back up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared takes a moment to relax.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Do you even have a weapon?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny looks around.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Um...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before he can finish responding, Connie bolts past the both&lt;br /&gt;        of them heading for the stairs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  What the hell?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                      (to Connie)&lt;br /&gt;                  Where the fuck are you going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Connie doesn't respond as she descends the stairs and&lt;br /&gt;        struggles over the barricade.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                      (shouting at her)&lt;br /&gt;                  Connie, what are you doing? It's&lt;br /&gt;                  not safe down there!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alice rushes out of the master bedroom.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ALICE&lt;br /&gt;                  I tried to stop her but she just&lt;br /&gt;                  freaked.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Connie makes her way over the barricade and out of site.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  She won't last a minute.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared takes a step to go after Connie when he hears her&lt;br /&gt;        SCREAM off camera.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Both Jared and Danny rush down the steps to see Connie being&lt;br /&gt;        pulled out the front door and ripped apart screaming all the&lt;br /&gt;        while.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        More of the zombies start to file into the house, straight&lt;br /&gt;        for the staircase.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-10.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3470268953264893269?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3470268953264893269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3470268953264893269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3470268953264893269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3470268953264893269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/int.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 9'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5873127252716682282</id><published>2007-04-05T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:42:27.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 8'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;        Danny and Jared stand at the top of the steps looking down at&lt;br /&gt;        their barricade of furniture at the bottom.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Ya know, we probly should have&lt;br /&gt;                  grabbed some kind of food or&lt;br /&gt;                  something before we built a wall at&lt;br /&gt;                  the bottom of the stairs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, I suppose there's no telling&lt;br /&gt;                  when help's gonna show up. If they&lt;br /&gt;                  come at all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They head back down the stairs and start climbing over the&lt;br /&gt;        furniture.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, you said that chick on the&lt;br /&gt;                  radio was gonna send help, right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, but I never gave her an&lt;br /&gt;                  address. She said she could track&lt;br /&gt;                  the car's location and since Ryan&lt;br /&gt;                  stole the car as soon as I got&lt;br /&gt;                  here, the cops are gonna be looking&lt;br /&gt;                  for us in the wrong place.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They finally get over the wall and head for the kitchen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  So, what do we do if they don't&lt;br /&gt;                  come?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Then I guess we'll just have to-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They enter the kitchen to see that the zombies have almost&lt;br /&gt;        gotten through the sliding glass door and into the kitchen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Fuck, we gotta hurry.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared opens the cabinet under the sink and pulls out two&lt;br /&gt;        garbage bags. He hands one to Danny.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Here, fill it with any kinda canned&lt;br /&gt;                  goods you can find. I'll clean out&lt;br /&gt;                  the fridge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two start filling up there bags as the zombies continue&lt;br /&gt;        to push the kitchen table further into the house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES &lt;br /&gt;                  I think I got it all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Same here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  We should probly take those too,&lt;br /&gt;                  don't ya think?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny points to a case of beer in the fridge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't think now is exactly the&lt;br /&gt;                  best time to be getting wasted.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know, man, those girls&lt;br /&gt;                  upstairs are pretty tense. It might&lt;br /&gt;                  help calm them down. I know it help&lt;br /&gt;                  calm me down. And like you said, we&lt;br /&gt;                  don't know how long we're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;                  trapped up there. It could be days&lt;br /&gt;                  or even weeks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared thinks about it for a second.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He hands Danny his bag of food and grabs the beer out of the&lt;br /&gt;        fridge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Let's go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Back at the furniture barricade Danny climbs over first and&lt;br /&gt;        Jared passes him the food and beers before climbing over as&lt;br /&gt;        well.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They both freeze for a second as a blood curdling screams&lt;br /&gt;        emanates from upstairs.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/int.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5873127252716682282?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5873127252716682282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5873127252716682282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5873127252716682282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5873127252716682282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-8.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 8'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-201659116011178640</id><published>2007-03-27T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:02:55.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 7'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;        Jared pulls the police baton out of his pocket again and&lt;br /&gt;        drives it down through the top of a small child zombie's&lt;br /&gt;        head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blood squirts out of the hole as he retracts the baton.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared takes out two more leaving only three between him and&lt;br /&gt;        the house when he hears a GIRL SCREAMING inside.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared quickly smashes in two zombie skulls as the GIRL'S&lt;br /&gt;        SCREAM turns into a gurgle followed by silence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared kills the final zombie and rushes into the house to&lt;br /&gt;        find four more zombies eating a YOUNG REDHEAD.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombies pay little attention to Jared as they feast on&lt;br /&gt;        the girl, allowing him to bash their heads in one by one with&lt;br /&gt;        ease.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Danny?! &lt;br /&gt;                      (beat)&lt;br /&gt;                  Danny you here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.C.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Jared that you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared finally spots Danny at the top of the steps.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Why would you leave the door open?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  That was Ryan.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny makes his way down the steps.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  We were trying to get the windows&lt;br /&gt;                  boarded up and all of a sudden he&lt;br /&gt;                  just bolted out the door. Didn't&lt;br /&gt;                  shut it behind him. By the time I&lt;br /&gt;                  even knew he was gone they were&lt;br /&gt;                  pouring in, so I got the girls and&lt;br /&gt;                  brought them upstairs. Locked&lt;br /&gt;                  ourselves in a-.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny finally hits the bottom of the steps and get's his&lt;br /&gt;        first good look at Jared.&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Is that blood?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared looks down and notices his arms and chest are covered&lt;br /&gt;        in blood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, it's been a busy night.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll bet.&lt;br /&gt;                      (beat)&lt;br /&gt;                  So, what's the plan?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I suppose we should keep boarding&lt;br /&gt;                  up the windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Just then they hear GLASS SHATTERING in the kitchen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared rushes to check it out with Danny trailing slightly&lt;br /&gt;        behind him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They enter the kitchen to find that a pack of zombies have&lt;br /&gt;        broken through the sliding glass door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Fuck!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Ah shit, what now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  We gotta block the door. Help me&lt;br /&gt;                  move this table.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared and Danny push the kitchen table all the way against&lt;br /&gt;        the sliding glass door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  This isn't gonna stop'em.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  It'll slow'em down enough though.&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared and Danny push the living room couch to the bottom of&lt;br /&gt;        the staircase using it as a sort of barricade.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They go back and each grab a reclining chair to stack on top&lt;br /&gt;        of the couch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                      (out of breath)&lt;br /&gt;                  You think that's good enough?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared peeks into the kitchen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  We've got time and we don't know&lt;br /&gt;                  how long we're gonna have to hold&lt;br /&gt;                  out before. Let's get as much shit&lt;br /&gt;                  as we can.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Danny sighs in disappointment as Jared heads back to the&lt;br /&gt;        living room and grabs the coffee table.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        TITLE CARD: 11 MINUTES LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two are now at the top of the stairs looking down on&lt;br /&gt;        their makeshift barricade. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  You think it'll work?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  It'll work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  I don't know. We got over it pretty&lt;br /&gt;                  easy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  These guys aren't exactly the&lt;br /&gt;                  athletic types, but I guess we'll&lt;br /&gt;                  just have to wait and see.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-8.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-201659116011178640?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/201659116011178640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=201659116011178640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/201659116011178640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/201659116011178640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-7.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 7'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2284779254822661119</id><published>2007-03-21T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:41:29.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 6'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt; INT. JARED'S CAR (CRASHED) - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared takes the cop's baton and starts smashing his car's&lt;br /&gt;        windshield with it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Once it's good and smashed he kicks at it with both feet&lt;br /&gt;        until it breaks free.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He quickly pulls himself up onto the roof of the car as the&lt;br /&gt;        zombies claw and bite at his feet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared retracts the baton and stuffs it in his pocket before&lt;br /&gt;        taking a deep breath and leaping off the car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He lands a few feet behind the zombies and makes a bee line&lt;br /&gt;        for the police cruiser.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The engine is already running so once he's in he just slams&lt;br /&gt;        the car in drive and tears off down the street.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. POLICE CRUISER - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared blasts down the suburban roads with the sirens blaring.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The roads are now an even mix of roaming zombies and normal&lt;br /&gt;        people waving their arms, frantically screaming for Jared to&lt;br /&gt;        stop and help them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Rick, are you there?&lt;br /&gt;                      (beat)&lt;br /&gt;                  Rick, please answer me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared slows the car down a bit as he reaches for the radio's&lt;br /&gt;        hand set.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Sorry, no Rick here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There's a brief silence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Who's this?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  My name's Jared Parker I was in a&lt;br /&gt;                  car accident.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Where's Officer Lurkman.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  He was sort of, eaten.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Eaten by what?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  A group of people.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There's another silence. A little longer this time.&lt;br /&gt;        Jared notices that the further along he goes the worse the&lt;br /&gt;        roads are getting.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  So, where are you going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I left a friend at a party. I've&lt;br /&gt;                  gotta go get him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  How far away is that?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm just about to turn onto the&lt;br /&gt;                  street.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Okay, when you get there lock&lt;br /&gt;                  yourselves inside and wait for&lt;br /&gt;                  help. The squad car you're in has&lt;br /&gt;                  GPS, I'm gonna send another unit&lt;br /&gt;                  out to your location. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared takes a right turn on the party road to find the party&lt;br /&gt;        house surrounded by pure chaos.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Two cars are crashed and stalled in the middle of the road,&lt;br /&gt;        small groups of zombies eating the living are scattered&lt;br /&gt;        about, and a pack of around ten zombies are clawing at the&lt;br /&gt;        front of the party house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared rolls the squad car onto the house's front yard and&lt;br /&gt;        slams it in park before pulling out his cell phone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before he can dial the number his door is ripped open and a&lt;br /&gt;        second later he finds himself being pulled out of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. PARTY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He lands on the soft grass with light thud and looks up in&lt;br /&gt;        time to see Ryan jump into the driver's seat.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            RYAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Thanks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ryan slams the door and starts the car back up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Wait! Where's Amber?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ryan hits the gas and peels off onto the road and out of site&lt;br /&gt;        as Jared scrambles for the house's front door.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The door is locked so starts pounding on it before ringing&lt;br /&gt;        the doorbell.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The zombies trying to get in the front window now turn their&lt;br /&gt;        attention to him. They're about fifteen feet away but moving&lt;br /&gt;        slowly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  God damn it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared pulls his cell phone and dials Danny's number.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Dude, where are you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm in the front yard unlock the&lt;br /&gt;                  door, quickly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Go in through the garage it's the&lt;br /&gt;                  only door not boarded up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared runs for the small garage door, and slams it shut once&lt;br /&gt;        he's inside.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE GARAGE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He locks the door and turns around to find the door that&lt;br /&gt;        leads to the house is already open and a line of zombies are&lt;br /&gt;        stumbling their way inside.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-7.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2284779254822661119?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2284779254822661119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2284779254822661119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2284779254822661119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2284779254822661119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-6.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  -  part 6'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-7205599234834724034</id><published>2007-03-15T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:42:31.907-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 part 5'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;    INT. JARED'S CAR - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared wakes up a few minutes later to the flashing lights of&lt;br /&gt;        a police cruiser behind him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He looks over to see Kimberly with her head resting on the&lt;br /&gt;        dashboard.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He slowly reaches over to touch Kimberly when his door is&lt;br /&gt;        ripped open by OFFICER LURKMAN.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  You okay kid?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I think so. My face is killing me&lt;br /&gt;                  though.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Come on, let's get you out of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Officer grabs Jared by the arm and helps him out of the&lt;br /&gt;        car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  You been drinking tonight, son?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Just a little bit, but that's not&lt;br /&gt;                  why-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Save it, I'm gonna go get your&lt;br /&gt;                  girlfriend out of there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Officer sets Jared down on the curb and turns back for&lt;br /&gt;        the car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Be careful, she's dangerous.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Officer Lurkman takes a look back at Jared kind of confused.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He makes his way around the car as three people begin to&lt;br /&gt;        approach the crash.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Folks, I'm gonna need you to step&lt;br /&gt;                  back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He opens the passenger door and instantly sees that&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly's forehead is caved in.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Jesus Christ!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He turns and talks into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder as&lt;br /&gt;        he backs away from the car. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  This is 23-Charlie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            VOICE&lt;br /&gt;                  Go ahead 23-Charlie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, we got a DOA at that&lt;br /&gt;                  accident. It looks like we got&lt;br /&gt;                  another one of-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Lurkman can hear the three people still approaching behind&lt;br /&gt;        him and turns to them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Folks I already told you once,&lt;br /&gt;                  you're gonna have to back up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The group keeps approaching. There's something clearly wrong&lt;br /&gt;        with these people.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Lurkman backs up and reaches for his baton.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  They're like her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared gets back on his feet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            OFFICER LURKMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  What are you talking about?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  It's the thing on the news. People&lt;br /&gt;                  attacking each other for no reason.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Lurkman finally pulls out his baton and hits one of the&lt;br /&gt;        zombies in the left thigh cracking it's leg.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        The zombie falls to the ground but keeps attacking Lurkman,&lt;br /&gt;        biting into his right calf.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Lurkman screams in pain and bashes the zombie on the top of&lt;br /&gt;        the head finally killing it. It's too late though as the&lt;br /&gt;        other two both take bites out of him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        One zombie latches onto the left side of his face while the&lt;br /&gt;        other takes a chunk out of the arm holding the baton.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The baton falls from Lurkman's hand as the zombies pull him&lt;br /&gt;        down and it rolls a few feet from Jared. Lurkman is screaming&lt;br /&gt;        his lungs out the whole time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        His screams draw the attention of more zombies that Jared&lt;br /&gt;        finally realizes are getting very close behind him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh shit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        He picks up the cop's baton and jumps back into his car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        INT. JARED'S CAR (CRASHED) - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He turns the key but the car is completely dead and about ten&lt;br /&gt;        zombies are now swarming the car. They pound on the sides&lt;br /&gt;        desperately trying to get in.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Fuck, fuck, fuck!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared calms down when he hears a faint voice that sounds like&lt;br /&gt;        it's off in the distance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He looks all around outside but can't see anything but&lt;br /&gt;        zombies. Finally he remembers the cell phone, finds it on the&lt;br /&gt;        floor and puts it to his ear.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Jared!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, I'm here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  What the fuck happened?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I had a little accident. I'll&lt;br /&gt;                  explain if I get back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Where are you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  About ten minutes away, but the&lt;br /&gt;                  car's dead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  So, what are you gonna do?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared glances into the rearview mirror and spots the cop car&lt;br /&gt;        with it's lights still flashing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I'll call you when I get there.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-6.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-7205599234834724034?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/7205599234834724034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=7205599234834724034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/7205599234834724034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/7205599234834724034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-5.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 5'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3225369735103014998</id><published>2007-03-13T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:27:13.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 4'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1: JARED PARKER - part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. PARTY HOUSE BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly bolts awake scaring the shit out of Jared.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Your hands are fucking freezing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Jesus Christ, I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;                  dead!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Did I pass out?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared sits back down against the house and cracks open a&lt;br /&gt;        beer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  For how long?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Just a couple minutes. You were out&lt;br /&gt;                  when I got back with the beer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He holds a bottle out to her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  No thanks, I think I'm done for the&lt;br /&gt;                  night.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Good idea.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY  RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Actually, would you mind taking me&lt;br /&gt;                  home?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  No problem.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared chugs his beer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. JARED'S CAR - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The car is still parked outside the "party house" as Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;        sits in the passengers seat vomiting out the door onto the&lt;br /&gt;        street.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared is leaning over the center console trying to hold her&lt;br /&gt;        hair back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        After a few minutes she sits up and pulls her legs into the&lt;br /&gt;        car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  You okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, I'm fine now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  You sure? Cause we can wait as long&lt;br /&gt;                  as you need.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  No, no I'm good. I just wanna get&lt;br /&gt;                  home.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, where do you live?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  On Cormorant street, near the high&lt;br /&gt;                  school.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. JARED'S CAR (MOVING) - 10 MINUTES LATER&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly is passed out against the window as Jared taps the&lt;br /&gt;        steering wheel to the beat of the music. His phone starts&lt;br /&gt;        ringing, he answers it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Hello?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Dude, where the fuck are you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm dropping of this chick I met at&lt;br /&gt;                  the party. I'll be back in a few&lt;br /&gt;                  minutes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  Dude, it's zombies!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  What?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES (O.S.)&lt;br /&gt;                  The thing on the news, all the&lt;br /&gt;                  attacks. It's fuckin' zombies, man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                      (sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, okay Danny.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Dude, I'm serious, you gotta get&lt;br /&gt;                  back here now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Alright, I don't know if you're&lt;br /&gt;                  trying to fuck with me or you've&lt;br /&gt;                  just smoked way too much, but I'll&lt;br /&gt;                  be back in like- Hold on a second.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly starts to "wake up" and is moaning slightly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  You okay? You're not gonna throw up&lt;br /&gt;                  again are you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly lunges at Jared with her mouth wide open and he's&lt;br /&gt;        just barely able to block it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  Holy shit, what the fuck are you-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The car swerves to the right and collides head on with a&lt;br /&gt;        tree. The engine dies on impact and smoke is pouring out from&lt;br /&gt;        under the hood.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-5.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3225369735103014998?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3225369735103014998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3225369735103014998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3225369735103014998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3225369735103014998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-4.html' title='Chapter 1: JARED PARKER - part 4'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-3447179189758724342</id><published>2007-03-08T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:20:08.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 3'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. PARTY HOUSE BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Holy Shit! How'd you get away?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  I just kept kicking and pushing him&lt;br /&gt;                  until he stopped biting me, then I&lt;br /&gt;                  started running. I was only a few&lt;br /&gt;                  blocks from the hospital, so I went&lt;br /&gt;                  there and they fixed me up and&lt;br /&gt;                  called the cops and stuff.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  So did they catch the guy?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Not yet. They said they'd call me&lt;br /&gt;                  if they found someone that matched&lt;br /&gt;                  the description.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly tilts her cup back to take a drink but it's empty so&lt;br /&gt;        she just tosses it aside.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm gonna go get another beer you&lt;br /&gt;                  want one?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Sure.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Cool. &lt;br /&gt;                      (he holds out his hand)&lt;br /&gt;                  My name's Jared by the way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  I'm Kim.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        They shake.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Inside the party has thinned out a little Danny and a group&lt;br /&gt;        of girls are huddled around a bong watching the news.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Dude, you gotta come see this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared walks into the living room.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            NEWS REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;                  -recent attacks throughout the&lt;br /&gt;                  Midwest. The majority of attacks &lt;br /&gt;                  have been seemingly unprovoked and &lt;br /&gt;                  completely random. We do know, &lt;br /&gt;                  however, that the first attacks &lt;br /&gt;                  reported were in Wisconsin early this &lt;br /&gt;                  morning leaving many to believe this &lt;br /&gt;                  is not a terrorist attack.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah that's interesting and&lt;br /&gt;                  everything but I gotta get back&lt;br /&gt;                  outside.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He heads into the kitchen where he finds Ryan and Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;        making out on the table.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He just ignores them and heads to the fridge to find half of&lt;br /&gt;        his beers are gone so he just grabs the whole box. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When he turns to leave Ryan and Tiffany are gone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXT. PARTY HOUSE BACKYARD - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared gets to the backyard to find Kimberly slumped over on&lt;br /&gt;        her side.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Ah, shit.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He sets down the beers and kneels down over Kimberly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                  Hey Kim, you okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She doesn't respond and Jared starts to get a little worried.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                      (shaking her this time)&lt;br /&gt;                  Kim, wake up.&lt;br /&gt;                      (shaking her harder now)&lt;br /&gt;                  Come one Kim, wake Up!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He puts his fingers on Kimberly's neck trying to find a&lt;br /&gt;        pulse.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-jared-parker-part-4.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-3447179189758724342?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/3447179189758724342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=3447179189758724342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3447179189758724342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/3447179189758724342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/jared-part-3.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 3'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-4176034069244506981</id><published>2007-03-07T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:44:36.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Came From the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, so I was checkin' out joblo.com today, and came across this article for an upcoming film that sounds so odd yet cool I just had to post it here. Apparently this Dansih guy named Tor Fruergaard has put together a short film about Zombies set in the old west featuring puppets as the cast. Here's the plot summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Virgil lives in a saloon in the wild west. Nobody takes him serious, neither his father or the two cowboys Eddie and Hank. One day the saloon is attacked by zombies. Will Virgil ever proof to be anything but a whimp? And who’s the Dark Butcher? 17 minutes of great zombie-splatter-cowboy-western inspired by Sergio Leone, torn apart by director Tor Fruergaard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the film is completely in Danish but they're working on a dubbed over version. Check out the films trailer on youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1bcys6IK84"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and the films official site &lt;a href="http://www.zombiewestern.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately the site is compleltely in Danish as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039316099507405330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nak2hAvraLU/Re8_SwYLwhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mW4rxWgQJ5I/s400/zombwest1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As far as &lt;strong&gt;Bash of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt; goes you can expect to see part three up sometime just after midnight central time. Right now I'm trying to hit up as many zombie/horror related message boards to get the word out about this little project we've got going on.  I've also added a table of contents over there on the right and a link to the next part at the end of every one. Hopefully these things will make the story a little easier to get at in the right order.  See ya in  a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-4176034069244506981?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/4176034069244506981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=4176034069244506981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/4176034069244506981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/4176034069244506981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-came-from-west.html' title='It Came From the West'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nak2hAvraLU/Re8_SwYLwhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mW4rxWgQJ5I/s72-c/zombwest1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-5983798896647186258</id><published>2007-03-06T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:17:55.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. PARTY HOUSE BACKYARD - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared looks up to see that the huge jock he just saw making&lt;br /&gt;        out with the pretty blonde in the kitchen is standing over &lt;br /&gt;        him pissed off as hell.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  You must be Ryan. &lt;br /&gt;                      (holds out his hand)&lt;br /&gt;                  Name's Jared.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ryan slaps the hand away, stoops down over Jared and punches&lt;br /&gt;        him again before Amber tries to pull him off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  Ryan, that's enough. Come on, let's&lt;br /&gt;                  get out of here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ryan leans in close to Jared's ear.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            RYAN&lt;br /&gt;                  I see you put your hands on Amber&lt;br /&gt;                  again and you're a deadman, you got&lt;br /&gt;                  it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Keep her, but you think you could&lt;br /&gt;                  hook me up with that chick I saw&lt;br /&gt;                  you with in the kitchen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ryan punches Jared again this time square in the nose before&lt;br /&gt;        Amber pulls Ryan into the house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared picks up his now mostly empty beer and finishes it off&lt;br /&gt;        before noticing that everyone in the backyard is staring at&lt;br /&gt;        him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Anyone see where my other beer&lt;br /&gt;                  went?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Nobody answers but Jared spots it on his own near the house&lt;br /&gt;        and crawls to it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He uses the wall of the house for a back rest as he cracks&lt;br /&gt;        open the beer. It foams over a little bit but he get's it to&lt;br /&gt;        his mouth pretty quickly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared looks up to see KIMBERLY RAYNOR standing over him with&lt;br /&gt;        a drink in one hand and a towel in the other. She looks&lt;br /&gt;        concerned.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Yeah, I'm fine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Your nose is bleeding pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;                      (she holds out a towel)&lt;br /&gt;                  Here, take this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared takes the towel and wipes the blood off his face as&lt;br /&gt;        Kimberly sits down next to him.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It's not exactly a graceful landing though and Jared realizes&lt;br /&gt;        that she's pretty drunk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Thanks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  That guy clocked you pretty good,&lt;br /&gt;                  huh?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  You look like you're having a&lt;br /&gt;                  pretty rough night yourself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  What do you mean?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared points to a group of scratch marks on her neck. The&lt;br /&gt;        wounds are pretty nasty looking.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  How'd that happen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                  Oh, some creep tried to rape me&lt;br /&gt;                  when I was leaving work this&lt;br /&gt;                  afternoon.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He's surprised by how unemotional she is about this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Are you serious?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She tells the story as if it happens all the time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            KIMBERLY RAYNOR&lt;br /&gt;                      (pointing at the&lt;br /&gt;                       scratches)&lt;br /&gt;                  This isn't even the worst of it. He&lt;br /&gt;                  walked up to me mumbling, almost&lt;br /&gt;                  like he was moaning. I thought he was &lt;br /&gt;                  hurt or something but when he got close &lt;br /&gt;                  enough he grabbed my shoulders and tried &lt;br /&gt;                  to fucking kiss me. When I started&lt;br /&gt;                  fighting him off  he bit me on my neck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She turns to show Jared a bandaged wound on her neck. Blood&lt;br /&gt;        is seeping through it and the skin all around it is black and&lt;br /&gt;        blue.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/jared-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif" class="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP2.gif" lowsrc="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP2.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-5983798896647186258?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/5983798896647186258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=5983798896647186258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5983798896647186258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/5983798896647186258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-bash-of-dead-part-2.html' title='CHAPTER 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 2'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-2509083891059881726</id><published>2007-03-06T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:15:53.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Part 1'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;   EXT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Loud music can be heard thumping through the walls of the&lt;br /&gt;        house as JARED PARKER and DANNY BATES make their way up the&lt;br /&gt;        front yard. Both are in their early twenties and carrying&lt;br /&gt;        twelve packs of beer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I can't believe I let you talk me&lt;br /&gt;                  into coming here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, do you wanna get over Amber &lt;br /&gt;                  or not?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Not really.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Well, you're gonna have to sooner&lt;br /&gt;                  or later.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  It's been six hours!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Better sooner than later, right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Whatever.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        INT. PARTY HOUSE - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The two enter the house to find it packed with college kids&lt;br /&gt;        including a group of FOUR PRETTY GIRLS who's faces light up&lt;br /&gt;        when they spot the two entering the house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            FOUR PRETTY GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;                  DANNY!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DANNY BATES&lt;br /&gt;                  Ladies. Who's ready to get high?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Danny heads for the couch as Todd makes his way to the&lt;br /&gt;         kitchen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         INT. PARTY HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Jared has to squeeze past a HUGE JOCK flirting with a HOT&lt;br /&gt;         BLONDE before he can get to the fridge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         While sneaking past the two he happens to glance out the&lt;br /&gt;         window and spot AMBER CALMAN sitting on the patio table in&lt;br /&gt;         the back yard.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         He puts the beer in the fridge, opens the box and pulls out&lt;br /&gt;         two bottles before heading back out of the kitchen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The huge jock and hot blonde are making out as Jared passes&lt;br /&gt;         them again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         EXT. PARTY HOUSE BACKYARD - NIGHT&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Amber gets up off the patio table when she sees Jared&lt;br /&gt;         approaching her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  You wanna beer?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  What are you doing here?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I just wanna talk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  There's nothing talk about.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She tries to brush by Jared but he blocks her way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  What, so I don't even get an&lt;br /&gt;                  explanation?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  It won't change anything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  So than what's the harm in&lt;br /&gt;                  explaining yourself?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  I met somebody else, okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Since this afternoon?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  No. It started about two months&lt;br /&gt;                  ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Jared is shocked.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  Who?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN&lt;br /&gt;                  What difference does it make?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She tries to get past him again but this time he grabs her by&lt;br /&gt;        the shoulders.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            JARED PARKER&lt;br /&gt;                  I think I deserve to know.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            AMBER CALMAN &lt;br /&gt;                  His name is Ryan. Happy?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before Jared can respond something large and hard connects&lt;br /&gt;        with his face and knocks him to the ground.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/chapter-1-bash-of-dead-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dexpac.com/Blog/NP1.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-2509083891059881726?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/2509083891059881726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=2509083891059881726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2509083891059881726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/2509083891059881726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/bash-of-dead-part1.html' title='Chapter 1:  JARED PARKER  - part 1'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905102200741659230.post-160710581569453934</id><published>2007-02-25T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:57:06.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>A Little Intro</title><content type='html'>I guess I'll start out by admitting that I'm very new to the whole blog thing. Not only is this my first blog but I've never really even visited one. Sure I check out egotastic.com on a daily basis but pretty much just for the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my online communication is done through various screenwriting forums, namely the screenwriting section of tarantino.info. During a relativley long stretch sparse forum activity I stumbled upon Artful Writer forums and saw that they had a sub-forum called "Screenblogging". This was the first I had heard of the term and was instantly excited, assuming it was a word used to describe the marriage of screenwriting and blogging. Well, as far as I can tell it's a word used to describe blogs about screenwriting which was a total dissapointment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same I was inspired start my own "serialized blog". The plan right now is for an anthology type zombie tail with each story focusing on a different person or group of people as they struggle to survive a zombie invasion. I don't plan to hold myself to any sort of strict schedule or anything but I wouldn't expect there to be more than a few days between posts. Right now I'm still working on the whole layout of the page and trying to put together a few graphics so it might be a day or two before part one hits the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time feel free to drop me a line with comments, questions or suggestions at &lt;a href="mailto:dexpac24@hotmail.com"&gt;dexpac24@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or leave a comment below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/03/bash-of-dead-part1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 1 Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905102200741659230-160710581569453934?l=tczombies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/feeds/160710581569453934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905102200741659230&amp;postID=160710581569453934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/160710581569453934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905102200741659230/posts/default/160710581569453934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tczombies.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-intro.html' title='A Little Intro'/><author><name>Dex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103573990960472723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
