Outdoor night. Countryside. Just outside the typical American country town. Streets are wet with rain, but weather’s clear now. Sharp light-and-shade. Young man and young women appear, running, from behind a street’s twist. Their clothes are torn and dirty, as thought they spent the night fighting with someone. Blood stains. Young man carries a fuel tank.
Young woman trips, falls. Young man keeps running for a second, then takes notice and runs to help her back up. They’re both exhausted, but they begin running again.
YOUNG MAN (panting): Run!
They turn the corner of a wooden hut, a pick-up occupying the clearing behind it. They run to the pick-up, then stop. They look somewhere beyond the camera’s field. We see fear in their eyes. Shot change. Beyond the slope ridge before them the silhouettes of a group of zombies have appeared. Young man and woman look around. More zombies are gathering all around them. Typical Romero zombies. We hear the random shuffling of their paces and the lament, idiotic and dead, coming from their throats.
Young man and woman recollect from horror and run the distance that separates them from the pick-up. They open the pick-up tank and begin pouring in fuel from their tank, feverishly looking around, a zombies draw near, slowly, from every direction.
YOUNG MAN: Shit, shit, shit…
Once they’re through with fuel they let the tank tumble to the ground, close the pick-up tank and rush into the inside as soon as they can. Young man, on driver’s seat, fumbles around himself for the pick-up key. He shows it, with a broad smile, as the first zombies begin bumping against the pick-up’s body.
YOUNG WOMAN (giving the finger to the zombies outside the window): Fuck off, you assholes!
Young man inserts and turns the key, which breaks before starting up the engine. Young man raises the key stump, an astonished face as we see his window crack for the zombies’ pressure.
Shot of
young man and woman, from behind their seats. They
look at each other, young man still holding the key piece, glass in front of
them nearly totally covered by zombies, and cracking. Fade to
black.
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