TOM TRIES MODELING

I hate having my picture taken. I hate having my picture taken more than just about anything in this world. I know that when I see that picture it's going to ruin my day, I know that I am going to pull some stupid 'derp' face and look ugly. I can't help it.

Can someone please pass the derp?

Recently though I was invited to try modelling for a friend who promised she'd be patient and make me feel comfortable enough to open up to the camera. She said she thought I would make a really good model...she was wrong. We took about 40 shots, 38 of them were...what's the word?

derp?

And two of them were surprisingly usable. Ladies and gentlem...actually just ladies, my modeling debut and finale:

Anyway so I did that. I also had to re-write and re-format three scripts and a pitch package for my show idea 'DOPE' which I am now actively shopping.

DOPE by Thomas Holler

DOPE – The Department of Paranormal Events is the low level branch of the provincial government where Investigations and Removals specialists ROONEY, ERVIN and RANDAL are pitted up against ghosts, goblins, demons, vampires, zombies and more ghosts all for less pay than the city gives to their average parking enforcement officer.

DOPE is a story about a lower level branch of the provincial government dedicated to protecting the public against paranormal pests. It’s about a group of ghost exterminators trained in haunting investigations, possessions, vampirification and zombification cases, hobgoblin removal and anything else their miserable supervisor Mr. Dickmeyer demands of them. ROONEY, ERVIN and RANDAL find themselves in life threatening situations almost every day, facing off against creatures thousands of times more dangerous than anything your typical exterminator can imagine. Because the debate about the existence of the paranormal will always be ongoing with many people still unconvinced skeptics; the Department of Paranormal Events is the least funded branch of the government; meaning our guys are risking their lives for a little under $25,000 a year.

 And I worked on some re-shoots for this short film we've been working on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WN29ceMh_QI

By the end of the year I want to have two fully developed and written treatments/scripts for two very different and marketable shows.

-APE-

DOPE - A ghost busting story

So, I am taking a little break from the horror because this little scene came into my head and I wanted to write it down. It's for a script idea I had worked on previously and it can either be molded into it's own little stand alone short, or it can find it's way as a scene in a longer script. Anyway, at least now I have it on the page. 

DOPE – The Department of Paranormal Events is the low level branch of the provincial government where Investigations and Removals specialists Rooney, Ervin and Randal are pitted up against ghosts, goblins, demons, vampires, zombies and more ghosts all for less pay than the city gives to their average parking enforcement officer.

ERVIN - Black male - Very large and put together, very physically capable and smart. Good at his job. A huge nerd.

ROONEY - Caucasian man - Tattooed, surly, strong. The human embodiement of every pissed off, underpaid worker.

RANDAL - An intellectual. Very small and meek.

2 Locations:

Rooney - Interior- An old, dark basement. 

Ervin - Exterior - A nearby cemetary

The two men are standing in different locations, Ervin at a cemetery and Rooney is in a dark basement carrying a computer/tablet which glows brightly in the blackened room. Rooney kneels in position and presses the radio button on his shoulder. Ervin responds.

Rooney
Ok, I am in the dead room. What did you want me to do with this?

Ervin

Easy, just set up your RASS.

Rooney has absolutely no idea what that meant but he'd rather try to figure it out on his own then lose face to Ervin. He looks all over the glowing tablet but can't find any clues, frustratedly he responds back to Ervin.

Rooney

 Say again.

Ervin

Your RASS, I need you to run a spectral. 

Rooney

STOP saying RASS. I don't know what that is. 

Ervin

THE THING YOU'RE HOLDING! Your Radial Analytical Spectral System.

Rooney

What, this little computer you gave me?

Ervin

YES! How do you not know this?

Rooney

I consider it unprofessional to use abbreviations!

Ervin

Rooney. Seriously, do you not know how to run a scan?

Rooney

I was never briefed on this equipment. 

Ervin

YES YOU WERE! I briefed you, we had an hour long training session last week. 

Rooney

When?

Ervin

LAST WEEK!

Rooney

We had FIFTY training sessions last week!

Ervin

We had 6!

Rooney

That's a lot! I don't EVER remember hearing about any RASS or seeing this thing before. There's no way I was at that session.

Ervin

Oh my god. You were there. 

Rooney, why did you agree to run the spectral analysis if you didn't know how to do it? That's why I asked you if you read the manuals. You said you did.

Rooney

I did say that. Yeah. 

Ervin

You messed up bad. When I tell you to do your homework; DO IT. This is dangerous.

Rooney

Why don't you just come down here and help me?

Ervin

I CAN'T. The client said he saw the boy's ghost in the graveyard. 

Rooney

Then why did you send me to a dark basement?

Ervin

Because you'll be able to get a reading from the room the ghost died in. We'll know what kind of spectre it is and we can set our guns to it.

Each is holding a hand held, glowing gun shaped phaser.

Rooney

Ok. FINE. What do I do?

Ervin

Open the start menu

Rooney

Done

Ervin

Chose your classification. What kind of ghost are we looking for?

Rooney

Some little kid ghost.

Ervin

MANIFESTED! As in it's here, it's crossed back over and can interact with things. It can touch stuff.

Rooney

Ok. Now I chose "vapor state being"?

Ervin

Jesus Rooney! Chose Ectoplasmic Identification...god...

Rooney

I WASN'T AT THE TRAINING SESSION!

Ervin

THAT'S IT. I am radioing the Department. I am going to get them to pull the attendance card that you SIGNED when you were AT the meeting.

This annoys Rooney but before he can fire back at Ervin his device starts to glow brightly. Ervin presses the radio on his shoulder, patching through to Randal who's working the desk back at the department. The shot bounces back between the 3 locations. 

Ervin - Cemetary
Rooney - Dark basement
Randal - Working the desk at the department

Ervin

Randal. I need you to pull the attendance sheet from last weeks RASS training session.

Randal

Why?

Ervin
I want to know if Rooney was in that session.

Randal
Rooney's in trouble again?

Back in the basement Rooney's machine is going haywire, he's trying to figure it out when a chilling looking ghost of a young boy bursts through the wall. Rooney is attacked. Ervin and Randal don't notice.

Randal

  Well he was definitely there. 

Ervin

You have the sheet?

Randal

I don't need one. He spilled coffee all over his RASS unit, the Department has to pay to have it serviced. I am filling out the expense report now.

In the basement the room is in chaos. The room is being pulled apart as though a tornado has touched down, Rooney is being pounced upon by the ghost. He's trying desperately to fight back. Over the radio on his shoulder he can hear the conversation between his co-workers.

Ervin

You're an idiot Rooney.

-DOPE-

Christmas is about peace, love and family. So here's a story about a violent mugging. Would you step in and save her?

EXTERIOR - Night - A dark city sidewalk/alleyway

A woman in violently pulled into a dark alleyway by a man, he's big and throws her to the ground. She screams as he pulls her deeper into the alleyway and out into a dark abandoned parking lot.

ATTACKER
SHUT UP

VICTIM
PLEASE. NO!

EXTERIOR - Night - A different street

Allan is a meek, nerdy man. He looks like a math teacher and seems slightly unnerved walking through the dark area. As he walks through the quiet, dark street everything seems menacing. He jumps when a cat jumps out from blackened walkway.

ALLAN
Jesus! Oh my god Allan. A cat?

He shakes it off and continues down the street, as he walks into a setting familiar to the audience Allan hears a jarring sound. It sounds almost like a scream and stops him in his tracks but Allan doesn't trust his nerves and shakes it off. He heads past the alley way and around the corner, into the dark abandoned parking lot. He walks across the dark lot to a bike and starts with his combination lock, in the background there's a burst of sudden movement. A woman's body flies violently to the ground.

ATTACKER
You bitch!

The woman screams, she's crying; nearly hysterical.

Allan sees the act of horror and recoils, he goes with his first instinct which is to run. He runs to the one hiding place he sees, the alleyway. He runs into the alleyway and stops behind a dumpster, he's shaking with panic due to the sound of violent blows.

ATTACKER
I am going to KILL you!

Hidden behind the dumpster Allan can't bear to look, he hears the sound of blow after blow and finally musters up the nerve to make a run for it through the alleyway back to the street. When he reaches the opening he looks around. There's no one, no one to help, no payphones to use, it's completely quiet except for the sounds of the brutality behind him.

VICTIM
Please stop. Nooooo. I have a son.

Allan stops, he turns back to look. The attacker is standing over her, his back to the alleyway, he's totally unaware of Allan's presence. Allan is terrified but the need to act has possessed his body, he inches slowly through the darkness towards the scene; along the way he finds a chunk of cement. He picks it up and makes a decision right there.

ALLAN
(whispers to himself)
Please god.

Allan rushes the attacker with the cement in throwing position, he hurls it as he rushes forward. The attacker hears something and spins around, there's a gunshot, the cement smashes into the attacker's face; shattering his nose into a bloody mess. He falls.

Allan stumbles out of the alley and up to the women.

ALLAN
Are...are...are you ok?

She shakes her head, no. Tears stream down her face.

ALLAN
Do you have a phone.

As Allan starts this sentence there's a small appearance of blood on his chest, the stain grows larger and larger as it leaks out of his body.

The woman finds a phone in the bottom of her purse and holds it up.

ALLAN
Good...call the police.

Allan collapses just as the camera fades to black, leaving the viewer to only guess his fate.

-END-

THIS IS ME STRUGGLING WITH A SCRIPT

This 'House Arrested' script is killing me. Its such a good, simple and easy to shoot idea (click here) I feel like I need to see it through but its so much easier for me to write when I have an idea of who'll be in it. I usually write around actors I know and in this case I have no one in mind.

I know I want one cop who the housemates can manipulate

I know I want one hothead, one smooth criminal type and definitely one weird psycho

and that's it. Actually is that it? Do I want more characters than that? I can always have background people in the house so it seems full of occupants at any given time but I can just focus on my few main characters.


Hmmmm...maybe I should add a woman. How would she fit? I could also use one guy who doesn't belong there. Someone who's actually innocent and is completely out of place in this world.

I found this by searching "really white guy"

Sorry guys I am literally just typing everything I think, this is pure stream of thought. This is me slowly trying to work out a script that gets the movie projector in my head rolling. Once I come up with a cast I like I'll naturally start daydreaming about it and that's where I need to get.

Getting there.

-Thomas Holler

GOOD NEWS AND A GORY VIDEO FOR HALLOWEEN!

One quick update.

It appears our gory horror video called Cleaver has been noticed by the people at www.horrorpalace.com and will be featured there in the coming weeks.

In the meantime it can be viewed here at:

https://www.youtube.com/user/theBeautifulTV

I've also linked the youtube channel to this blog.

Anyway, I am going to try to write my script tonight or at least get through my character descriptions.

KILLRAZOR!!!!

So today I don't have a story (once again,the point of this blog is that I write one page of a script a day, any script) I did my page but I've decided to wait until it's finished so that I can just post it as one complete story.

It's about two guys who are tied up in a dirty little shack by a woman and their confusion as to whether or not they're being murdered or are they about to have some incredibly weird sex with her.

In the meantime though I want to introduce you guys to an obscure character from an obscure comic called Codename Strykeforce by Image Comics. He's one of those characters that just drew me in when I was a kid because his character design was so cool. His name is Killrazor, as he can punch sizable razors out of any part of his body which can be useful (pretty much exclusively) for killing; it's a good name. Imagine if Wolverine could punch his claws out of ANYWHERE on his body. Yes, he would still probably just use his wrists but so does Killrazor. My point is this...

THIS!

Yes. He's a ninja, obviously and like most ninja's he adheres to a strict code of silence, the man has only ever made a noise once in his life and it was after eating some very spicy food. That's not a joke either, I remember that being specifically stated in one of the issues. He never talks so all of a sudden he's like Snake Eyes from GI Joe if Snake Eyes could PUNCH HUGE RAZORS OUT OF ANY PART OF HIS BODY.

Here he is showing you all that he's cooler than this other 'claw' guy named Ripclaw (pffffffttt).

I remember that issue, Ripclaw was trying to impress KR with how long he can make his claws stretch. Without saying a word Killrazor says "F**k your claws" and "You're making as asshole out of yourself".

Killrazor

I'd tell you a lot more about his origin but it wasn't explored in depth, he has a wiki-page you can visit (
http://www.comicvine.com/killrazor/29-21927/) you'll notice it's lacking. He only made a handful of appearances but each one of them gave us pictures that hits our eyes like a shot of whiskey hits our mouths.

One other area where he separates himself from Wolverine is that it hurts him to pop his Razors out, each time comes with a painful cost.

Really, what help were the neck Razors with those arrows?

The only thing uglier and more disgusting than his scarred up body is his gingery red hair.

Kill F'N Razor

-APE-

-END-

Short Story About A Ghostbusting Team

Today I wrote a teaser story (trailer) about a government sponsored ghostbusting team.

INT - A dark, narrow crawl space.

OPEN: Open on a shot of a brightly lit tracking device that Ervin is looking into. Ervin and his partner Rooney are crawling through this crawlspace, both have on workmen's uniforms with the term "D.O.P.E" stitched onto them. Rooney is holding a flashlight.

ROONEY
I am gonna get bit. I always do.

ERVIN
Stay close to me and I'll watch your back.

He stops

ERVIN
DOWN!

Rooney hits the ground, something blasts past them, knocking over several boxes.

ROONEY
Why do I do this?

ERVIN
It's your job.

ROONEY
AND I HATE IT! It's a crappy job and the pay SUCKS!

ERVIN
I do ok.

ROONEY
You're a supervisor and you don't do that well. I am tired of this. Look at the crap they ask us to do. Crawl around a gross crawlspace looking for some disgusting creature that can HURT us BTW.

ERVIN
Oh big time, these things have inch long knife shaped teeth and four long, needle sharp claws on their fingers. They're MEAN too.

ROONEY
I know! I've been attacked by these things. MANY times. I HATE this job.

ERVIN
BACK!

Ervin grabs Rooney and pulls him back quickly, both men fall over. The box that was beside Rooney's head explodes. Rooney points the flashlight at it, he sees large claw marks.

ERVIN
So look for a new job.

ROONEY
Do you know how hard that is? I can't use any of what I do here on my resume.

ERVIN
Yes you can, you just need to make it sound better. Don't put down that you worked for the Department of Paranormal Events; just put down that you worked for the government. If they find out where you worked just tell them you were in administrations, you processed claims applications for hauntings, possessions, demonic visitations, zombifications, vampireification...just don't tell anyone you're in investigations and removals. I know one of the admin managers; he'll fake a reference if I ask him to.

ROONEY
Why don't you just tell him to get me a job up there?

Rooney's flashlight goes out.

 ROONEY
We get the cheapest flashlights.

ERVIN
Yeah...

Rooney turns. From over the shoulder of the two men we see them facing down the most viscous looking toothed beast. Rooney jumps back, startled.

ERVIN
We get cool guns though.

They pull out their ionic poppers.

Which look like PS3 Move sub machine guns

Glowing guns that shoot concentrated lazer blasts which explode when making contact with the beast. The beast explodes, covering both men in pink slime.

ROONEY
I hate this job.

-END-

Picture source - http://wtf-film.com/site/tag/tim-hildebrandt/

Gonna Try Something New

Well, I have a new idea. I am going to try to teach myself to draw, at least well enough to be able to make viable storyboards. It's just something else to try.

I also want to address why it's been so hard for me to post daily, this whole thing is a work in progress. I hate that my posts are so infrequent but it's difficult when you work 8 hrs a day at a mind numbing, unsatisfying, corporate, defeating job like mine. Writing a script this way is difficult, some days you just don't have ideas. It's a lot easier to post like this than it is to write a page of a specific script but that's the (awesome) blog name I chose so too bad.

I am going to try to be better, I want Sept to be the month where I get on track.

So.

APE and ADE.

...actually ADECD

A Drawing Every Couple Days...with my workload, that seems more realistic .

Anyway, Goodnight.

Page Views

Generally whenever I see that my page has been viewed I assume automatically that I was the one who viewed it. I approach this blog as though I have absolutely no readers outside of myself but yesterday when I logged on for the first time in ages (my computer broke) I saw the chart indicating page views looking real squiggly. Apparently people have been coming in small numbers to my page, real small numbers mind you but it's encouraged me to try to post more often than I do.

I know it can't be my friends either because so few of them even know I do this, I've kept it pretty secret.

Interesting.

So anyway the idea is to finish up this last script pronto and move on to a series of 2-5 minute shorts of every genre and just work on that for a while.

Ok so lets get back into this, I just re-read what I wrote in my last entry and I am ready to dive in.

APE.

Cont'd...

The response to Ervin's plea is immediate, an alarm sounds and the main doors are locked down.

The recruits are terrified and are pressed up as close against the wall as their bodies will allow, a gnashing female zombie is just inches from getting a hold of one of them. She's single minded in her focus, not turning her attention to the only reason she can't get to the terrified recruits. Randal is holding onto the chain attached to the collar on her neck, he's struggling mightily.

Ervin springs onto the zombie attacking Mr Gomez; grabbing him by the waist and throwing him out through the door and into the halls. He slams the door. Mr. Gomez is screaming, he's dying. He spits up a lot of blood and dies.

The moment is silent, the room for a small instance is completely silent except for the zombie's snarls. Mr Gomez bursts back to his feet loudly, Randal looses his grip on the chain, the female zombie grabs one of the recruits and tears him open. Zombie Mr. Gomez is battering Ervin and trying to bite him, while fighting him off Ervin can only do one thing. Only utter one order.

ERVIN
RUN!!!!

Back in the halls Rooney's forehead is dripping blood, the zombie that attacked him bludgeoned him but he avoided being bitten. He's hurt.

He runs through a familiar looking hall, it's close to the class room. Behind Rooney we can hear the zombie, it's a bit of a distance away, Rooney is lumbering forwards trying not to be seen and not to make any noise. He's tense.

He hears a human sounding hiss/growl in front of him and he drops in a panic in the darkened hallway, he hides behind some boxes only feet away from the zombie that killed Gomez, his face and body still covered in blood.

Rooney covers himself as quietly as he can, he's petrified. The zombie snarls and looks around the room slowly, it heard something. It's eyes resemble a crazed serial killer in the throws of a frenzy. The zombie slowly wanders the room, zig zagging aimlessly without thought, without hesitation or fear. It's bold and unpredictable.

to be continued

Ok I am going to stop it there because there are some things I want to do with it...actually I am not sure I even like the second half of this.

Basically I want to set up Rooney having to deal with both zombies in the hall. Have it be a separate story from the chaos that Ervin and Randal are dealing with.

I am going to chew on this.

Continued...

Randal has a clip board and some medical instruments with him

RANDAL

Hey Ervin, I heard we have an unidentified zombie here.

ERVIN

That's right Randal; tell my recruits how we go about identifying our zombies.

RANDAL
Well we've found that the best method of identifying who these people were was to set up a database of all the zombies we find and make it accessible to everyone in the public that's looking for one of their loved ones. We post descriptions and pictures of the zombies we find and we try to be as detailed as possible for anyone looking. So what I am going to do here is look for any identifying marks like a tattoo or birthmark or a scar, anything that makes identification a little easier.

Randal goes to begin his identification but is stopped by Ervin

ERVIN
Whoa, where's your partner?

RANDAL
I don't need him

ERVIN
Two partners for zombie inspections. That's mandatory.

RANDAL
Then you help me.

ERVIN
Absolutely not, not with a classroom of recruits here. Wait for your backup.

RANDAL
He's been watching over every little thing I do lately, if you want him; go get him. I am starting this inspection.

INT - The halls of the basement.

Randal is walking through the halls towards the classroom, the halls are winding and dark, it's unnerving.

With no warning whatsoever Rooney is pounced upon by a zombified Marty, his eyes are white, his skin has lost the color of life and his mouth is covered in fresh blood.

Rooney is slammed to the ground, the zombie never lets up. It's wild in it's movements; it's without thought. It's a rampaging animal beating Rooney up. He barely, BARELY kicks the zombie away and makes a break for it. He's been heavily battered.

INT - Classroom

Back at the classroom Ervin and Randal are still bickering over his not having his partner with him.

ERVIN
That's it. Mr. Gomez, do you know who Rooney Rodman is? He's in inspections and removals.

Mr. Gomez
Yes, I saw him getting yelled at by Mr. Dickmyer earlier.

ERVIN
Yeah that's him. I need you to go find him for me.

Mr. Gomez
Ok.

The young recruit Mr Gomez rushes up to the door and opens it. Like a great white shark bursting through the waves to catch a seal the zombie that was Marty's partner bursts through the door and onto him. He never has a chance, his neck is ripped apart by the zombie's teeth. Ervin screams for the rest of the recruits to get back. Randal is startled off his chair and falls into the female zombies. Her restrains slip and she bursts forward after the recruits. She's loose but she drags chains behind her now.

Randal does what he can and quickly grabs hold of her chains, stopping her just short of tearing into one of the recruits.

Ervin runs to the intercom on the wall and screams, his voice is cracking and stricken with panic.

ERVIN
LOCK DOWN THIS BASEMENT NOW! WE HAVE A ZOMBIE OUTBREAK!

BULLSHIT. TOTAL SHIT. I am redoing all of it.

Everything I just wrote is shit, total trite shit. I hate it. This episode sucks.

I hate it, it's boring, it's long winded I hate how everything unfolds and it's totally uncreative. F**k me for writing it.

I want to make the zombies more threatening, I want to make the build up more interesting, I want to have more fun with it and for it to stop sucking.

So here, I got so fed up I just started re-writing the whole thing. By the end of my next post I'll have the action jumping.

INT- A Classroom in the basement of DOPE headquarters.

ERVIN
There is nothing more dangerous than a zombie

The camera pans back to reveal about 20 recruits in the class sitting on the floor.

ERVIN
Never mind all this talk about zombies only being dangerous in large numbers, that's not true. Fighting one single zombie is like fighting an angry gorilla. They come at you with everything they have and never tire. They have no fear and never hold back.

There's a knock at the door.

ERVIN
And now you're about to meet one. Aside from being our classroom for today this is also the area where we conduct our zombie inspections. This is where we do a thorough examination of all new zombies to determine their identities so that we can contact families and hopefully bring them closure. Those that don't have families and those who we can't identify are buried in a government funded graveyard.

A female zombie comes bursting through the door, the recruits all jump back. She goes to run at them but is jolted to a stop by the collar around her neck. She has two handlers with her, they have a fight getting her chained to the wall safely. They're scared of her.

HANDLER 1
You need to WATCH this one. She's out of control, she almost got my partner here. Didn't she Marty?

He turns to his partner (Marty), Marty is hunched over and holding his side, there is a hint of blood on his hand.

HANDLER 2 (Marty)
Yeah. She's a real bitch.

They limp out of the room, Marty is in obvious pain and is holding his side as though to conceal it, there's blood on his hands. The zombie on the wall thrashes about.

INT – the Offices of DOPE

Rooney is looking for Randal and asks a coworker assigned to scheduling and assignments.

ROONEY
Elvis. Have you seen Randal he was supposed to come get me to help him with a zombie inspection?

ELVIS
Oh, he already left. Sorry, I didn't see your name on the form or I would have got you.

ROONEY
Elvis. Always get me when he's called.

ELVIS
Of course, I can try to do that from now on but...the zombie is already in restraints; I really don't think you need to worry.

ROONEY
Don't worry? Do you even know what a zombie is exactly?

INT – BASEMENT CLASSROOM

RECRUIT
Sir, what exactly is a zombie?

ERVIN
Ok well, when you picture a zombie you picture a dead person who wants to bite you. Correct?

ERVIN
Well that's only partially right. The zombie you're picturing isn't your attacker, that's just his vehicle. The zombie is actually just a tiny, microscopic parasite. It makes it's way to the brain once it's in the bloodstream, from there it completely takes over. It's control of it's subject is dominant, they aren't somewhere behind their own eyes witnessing in horror their own action. They're gone completely, once the parasite enters the brain there's absolutely no brainwave activity...

INT-Offices of D.O.P.E

ROONEY
...outside of one single thought.

Elvis is transfixed

ELVIS
What's that?

ROONEY
To bite you.

INT-BASEMENT CLASSROOM

ERVIN
To tear you open with their teeth. See they reproduce through secretions in the saliva, once it's in your bloodstream they've effectively passed on their seeds. Reproduction, it's the only thing parasites live to do and they attack that task with all the ferocity of an athlete playing in game 7 of a championship series. Even if a host body is killed a parasite can keep the muscles active for up to 9 months. Even after receiving incredible trauma like being cut in half; the zombie can still keep trying to bite you. That's why the only course of action in some cases is the removal of the head or the destruction of the brain.

There's a knock on the door, Randal enters.

Rooney saves Randal, again.

And back at it:


RAGE ZOMBIES!!!!

uggggg...tomorrow's Monday. I am going to be a rage zombie all day at work. Anyway...



cont'd....

INT - Hall - Rooney, Randal and several recruits are racing through the halls. There's an alarm sounding.

RECRUIT

Are we going to die?

ROONEY

We're in danger, lets just put it that way.

RANDAL

Rage zombies are particularly violent, they don't just want to bite you. They want to obliterate you, tear apart your flesh and watch you die.

RECRUIT

So we are going to die!

RANDAL

No we're not, we have time to make it to the exit before they lock it down.

RECRUIT

Why didn't Mr. Johnson come with us?

RANDAL

He thinks this is his fault, he's going to stay to try to help whoever he can. Until we get this contained.

They approach the exit door, it's just beyond two dark intersections; the alarm gets louder and the door starts to close.

RANDAL goes to hold the door open.

RANDAL

HURRY!

The recruits move on the door. As they get closer a Rage zombie bursts forward from the darkness and grabs a recruit.

RANDAL

NO!

The zombie is like an attacking chimpanzee with rabies, it pounds and bashes the recruit's skull with closed fists then turns to look at the other recruits. The zombie is between them and the door, they run in the other direction back into the dark basement. The zombie turns towards Rooney, just then the beaten recruit jumps to his feet like a mad dog. He's got the rage.

ROONEY backs up to the door.

RANDAL

Get in here quick

Rooney looks at Randal and then pushes Randal through the door. The door locks. They're locked on opposite sides, Randal on the side of safety and Rooney facing down the two zombies.