Here we go. The first draft of 'Zombie Island' and the fourth draft of 'ZOMBIE DEATH'. Enjoy, and any feedback, comments, suggestions etc would be much appreciated.
ZOMBIE DEATH
Fourth Draft
By Robert Brice
FADE IN:-
EXT-THE WOODS-NIGHT
SOMEONE'S POV-Stumbling through the woods. The fog is thick and it is dark. SOMEONE is breathing heavily, like he is gasping for breath. As we stumble through the woods, we look down at SOMEONE's right arm. It is hideously mutilated and pouring blood. It looks sceptic. We find a small house. No lights are on. SOMEONE bangs on the door, then goes around to the window. The rooms are empty. SOMEONE howls in anguish and pain and stumbles back into the woods.
TITLES ROLL
EXT-NICK'S HOUSE-DAY
JOE, ERIC, JIM, HANNAH and NICK (16-17) are packing bags into the boot of NICK's car. They are obviously going somewhere. NINTENDO the dog sits in the back of the car.
JIM:
So, how big is this place, Nick?
NICK:
Pretty small. A couple of us may have to sleep on sofas.
JIM:
I nominate Joe and Eric.
Joe:
f*** off, Jim.
NICK:
Don't worry, Ben. Jim can sleep in my Grandparent's bed.
The guys laugh.
JIM:
I thought you’d have wanted the double bed with Hannah?
NICK:
f*** off, Jim.
ERIC:
Come on, lads. Better get going if we want to get there before it gets dark.
JIM:
Who's driving? Eric?
ERIC shakes his head.
NICK:
I'll drive.
They all get into the car. NICK remembers something.
NICK:
Wait there.
NICK runs into the house, and returns a few seconds later with a couple of crates of beer. NICK chucks the crate into the boot and jumps in the driver's seat.
The car drives off.
INT-THE CAR-A COUNTRY ROAD-EVENING
NICK is driving, with JOE in the passenger seat and HANNAH, ERIC and JIM in the back. The radio is quietly playing a rock song. JIM is asleep.
JOE:
How long till we get there?
NICK:
Not long. I think I took a wrong turn back there, which is why it took so long. I'm back on the right track now. I think.
HANNAH:
Want me to check?
NICK:
No, look. I can see the woods. My grandparent's house is right in the middle. We should be there in about ten minutes.
JOE:
Why do they live in the middle of the woods?
NICK:
I don’t know. It’s pretty quiet I suppose. It’s miles away from anywhere.
EXT-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
The car pulls up into the drive.
NICK:
Here we are.
ERIC:
Finally. I think Jim's asleep.
NICK:
Wake him up. We're going inside.
ERIC:
Jim. Jim! Wake up!
JIM wakes up and looks around.
JIM:
We here?
NICK:
Yeah, so wake up.
The guys get out. There are no lights on in the house. Woods close in on either side.
JOE:
There’s no lights on…
NICK:
They’re probably asleep. Better go inside.
They carry luggage up to the house. NICK finds a key under the mat, and unlocks the door.
INT-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
The guys walk through the door.
NICK:
Hello? Helloooo? I’d better go check upstairs.
NICK goes upstairs. A few moments later, he comes back down.
NICK:
They’re not up there. I’ll try their mobiles.
NICK goes into the kitchen. He tries the lightswitch, but it doesn’t work.
NICK:
s***.
He tries the phone, but he can’t get a dial tone. He goes back into the lounge, where the guys are all sitting on the sofas.
NICK:
Looks like the power’s out.
ERIC:
Go and check the fusebox.
NICK:
Alright. Eric, come with me.
NICK and ERIC exit.
EXT-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
NICK and ERIC are looking around the walls.
NICK:
It’s probably around here somewhere.
ERIC:
Found it…Christ.
NICK:
What?
ERIC:
Someone’s had fun with this…
The fusebox is completely smashed. Wires trail out.
NICK:
s***. No TV for us, then.
ERIC:
I guess not…
NICK:
I wonder who smashed it? An animal of some kind?
ERIC:
No, can’t have been. No animal could do that.
NICK:
It’s cold. Let’s get back inside.
INT-THE LOUNGE-NIGHT
NICK and ERIC enter.
JOE:
Any luck?
NICK:
No. The fusebox is smashed up.
HANNAH:
What?
NICK:
Somebody smashed the fusebox.
JOE:
Why?
NICK:
God knows. It just means no TV, phones or lights. We’ll have to find some candles. Has anyone got a torch?
JIM:
I’ve got a couple.
NICK:
Go get them. If anyone else has a torch or something, go and get it now.
-LATER-
They’ve balanced torches and candles around, and the room is now semi-lit. They are talking.
JIM:
This is a nice place.
NICK:
It's a converted church. There's a graveyard in the garden.
HANNAH:
Seriously?
NICK:
Uh huh. Look out of the window, you can see it.
HANNAH looks out of the window. Sure enough, there is a graveyard outside.
HANNAH:
Creepy...
NICK:
Yeah. My grandad used to tell me a story that once, there was a family living in this house. A boy, a girl, a mother and a father. Apparently, they were both accidents. The father always wanted to have them adopted, but the mother said no, so the dad waited until the mother went out and drowned them both in the bath. When the mother found out, she shot the father and then shot herself. Their ghosts wander around in the graveyard. Two babies and two parents.
JIM:
Hahaha!
HANNAH:
Jim!
JIM:
Sorry, but ghost babies are funny.
HANNAH:
That’s not true is it?
NICK:
Who knows? It was probably just a story.
ERIC:
It obviously mentally scarred you for life.
NICK:
Thanks, granddad.
JIM:
I wonder where the hell your grandparents are?
NICK:
No idea, but it looks like we’ve got the house to ourselves for a week.
JIM:
Crack open some beers, innit lads?
The lads cheer.
-LATER-
The floor is littered with empty bottles. The lads are still sitting on the sofas, talking. It is becoming dark outside. JOE is looking at his mobile.
JOE:
f***.
ERIC:
What?
JOE:
My parents told me to phone them, but I can't get a signal.
NICK:
Christ. And we’ve got no house phone.
JOE:
Anywhere where I can get a signal?
NICK:
Maybe in the woods...
JOE:
I'm not going in there on my own.
ERIC:
Well, I can't be arsed to go.
JIM:
I'd go, but I'm mashed. Sorry.
JOE:
Anyone else?
-Silence-
JOE:
Well, I guess I'm on my own, then.
ERIC:
Yep.
JOE:
Fine.
JOE leaves.
EXT-THE WOODS-NIGHT
JOE is walking through the woods, alone, looking at his phone. We come into a clearing. All of a sudden, there is a noise like a twig breaking. He spins round, but there is no one there. He turns back around. And screams. There is a man lying on the floor, obviously dead. His body is bloody and mutilated. His guts lie on the floor. JOE runs back through the woods, screaming. He runs back to the house.
INT-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
JOE bursts in, screaming.
NICK:
Hey, hey. What's up?
JOE:
(Breathless)
A body...In the woods...a body...
ERIC:
What? Look, slow down. What's wrong?
JOE:
There is a f***...a mutilated corpse in the woods.
JIM:
In the woods?
JOE:
Are you f*** deaf?
HANNAH:
Look, calm down. I don't know what you saw, but...
JOE:
I just said. A body in the woods.
JIM:
A...dead body?
JOE:
YES!
NICK:
Are you sure it was dead?
JOE:
His bloody entrails were f*** trailing ten feet behind him!
NICK:
(Looking out of the window)
It's too dark to go out now. Get some sleep, we'll go check in the morning.
-NIGHT CHANGES TO DAY OUTSIDE THE WINDOW-
EXT-THE WOODS-DAY
The guys and NINTENDO are walking through the woods. It is chilly, and they are wrapped up warm.
NICK:
Where did you say he was?
JOE:
I don't know...Around here somewhere...In a clearing.
ERIC:
I think I found something.
The body is lying on the floor. It is indeed, hideously mutilated.
HANNAH:
Gross...
JIM:
I wonder how he died?
JOE:
I guess something killed him...
NICK:
Probably a wolf.
NICK:
Nintendo! NO!
NINTENDO is eating the body's entrails. NICK manages to drag him off, but not before he has swallowed.
NICK:
Oh, f*** hell...
HANNAH:
We should call the police...
ERIC:
No. I don't want my holiday ruined. We'll get taken home...
JIM:
Dude, you could just forget about this and have a holiday?
ERIC:
Yeah.
NICk:
We should at least bury him...
ERIC:
Don't touch any of his skin. We can't get any fingerprints on it, else they'll blame us...
NICK:
I'll get a shovel...
NICK heads back to the house, and goes in the workshed.
INT-THE WORKSHED-DAY
NICK is looking around among all the tools. Eventually, he find a shovel, and goes back.
EXT-THE WOODS-DAY
The body has been buried. It is later in the day. The guys are now wearing t-shirts and the sun is brighter. The body is buried. There is a makeshift cross over the grave.
ERIC:
Jim, was the cross really necessary?
JIM:
Yeah, at least until he gets a proper burial...
NICK:
Come on, we can't stay here. We better get back to the house.
JOE:
Yeah. Let's go.
EXT-THE HOUSE-DAY
They are about to get into the house. NINTENDO is shaking and walking weird.
HANNAH:
(Watching with quiet bemusement.)
Hey, what’s wrong with your dog?
NICK:
What?
Suddenly, NINTENDO lunges and bites HANNAH's leg.
HANNAH:
AAAAAHHHHH!!!
HANNAH falls over. NINTENDO jumps on her, trying to bite him.
HANNAH:
Get him off me!
NICK drags NINTENDO off her and holds him.
NICK:
Come on, help me get him in the work shed.
NINTENDO is thrashing wildly as the guys drag him to the workshed. They push him in and lock the door. The guys go back to HANNAHH, who is still lying on the floor. Her cut is pumping blood.
NICK:
C’mon. Let’s get her inside.
INT-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
HANNAH is lying on the sofa with her leg bandaged up. NICK is looking out of the window. Faintly, we can hear the sound of the dog barking in the background.
HANNAH:
Why did he bite me?
NICK:
I don't know...He was acting weird...
JIM:
We'd better keep him in that shed until we leave. Wait till he calms down.
JOE:
Yeah. He was acting weird all day, since he bit that guy...
HANNAH:
Owww...This really hurts...
NICK:
Stop being a baby.
NICK:
Better leave the bandage on until morning. We'll take a look at it then. It wasn't that bad...
-LATER-
Everyone is asleep. JIM wakes up, coughing. He goes to the bathroom and gets a drink of water. He goes back to the lounge. He looks under HANNAH's bandage. The cut is becoming sceptic. HANNAH's eyes snap open, and she lunges for JIM. He just misses, and they both crash to the floor. HANNAH tries to bite JIM, but JIM holds her back. HANNAH spews blood all over JIM's face. The rest of the guys wake up.
NICK:
Hey...what's going on?
JIM:
Get her the hell off me! Get her off!
The guys drag HANNAH off. And throw her to the floor. Her eyes are a strange colour and she has gone pale. She drools blood.
JIM:
Jesus Christ, what the hell’s wrong with her.
ERIC:
I guess she drank too much.
JOE:
What do you think you're doing?
HANNAH stands up and turns to JOE. She jumps on her and bites him on the arm. JOE screams. The guys grab HANNAH and chuck her out of the door. She bangs on the door, trying to get back in.
JIM:
Don't let her back in!
They finally manage to close the door. The guys turn back to JOE.
NICK:
Look, we can't leave her out there!
ERIC:
If she wasn't your girlfriend, you wouldn't say that.
JIM:
She’s crazy!
NICK:
What the hell is happening in these woods?
JIM:
It's like a disease or something. When you get bitten...
He turns to JOE.
JIM:
(CONT'D)
...You go crazy.
The guys look at each other, then back at JOE.
JOE:
What?
ERIC:
JOE, I'm sorry. We're going to have to keep you away from the rest of us...
NICK:
We're going to have to lock you in your room...
JOE:
What? No...
ERIC:
C'mon, You saw what It did to Hannah...
JOE:
Come on, Nick...You can't do this...
NICk:
I'm sorry.
JOE:
Jim...?
JIM doesn't meet his eyes. They go upstairs, and JOE goes into his room. NICK locks the door.
ERIC:
We'll bring you food and stuff, don't worry...Get some sleep.
JOE:
f*** you.
The guys go back downstairs.
ERIC:
Oh, man. What the f*** do we do?
NICK:
We have to keep them away from us. We should have someone staying up on watch. Wait there...
NICk goes into the kitchen, and comes back with a knife.
NICK:
Whoever stays up can hold on to this. But don't use it...Unless it's an emergency.
ERIC:
Right. Who'll stay up first?
NICK:
Me.
ERIC:
Right. I'll go next. Wake me up when you get tired.
NICK:
OK. Try to get some sleep.
-LATER-
NICK is still up, wrapped in a sleeping bag, holding the knife and a cup of coffee. He downs it, and wakes ERIC up.
NICK:
Hey. Wake up.
ERIC gets groggily to his feet.
ERIC:
Anything happen?
NICK:
No. I think she's still out there...
ERIC:
Is Joe still upstairs? Better go check on him...
NICK:
Yeah.
They both go upstairs. They venture cautiously into JOE's room. It is completely dark. There is the sound of wind. They flick the light on. JOE is not in there, and the window is broken.
NICK:
s***...
He closes the window.
NICK:
Where did he go?
ERIC:
Outside...
NICK:
We've got to keep them out of the house.
They go back downstairs. NICK looks out the window.
ERIC:
Can you see anything?
NICK:
No...
ERIC:
Where’s the car?
NICK:
Just out there…
ERIC:
Any of them out there?
NICK:
Can’t see any of them
ERIC:
Can we make it?
NICK:
Yeah, if we run.
ERIC:
Right. I’ll wake Jim up.
ERIC wakes JIM up.
JIM:
What the...?
ERIC:
Shh. We’re going to try and get out of here. The car’s just out there.
NICK opens the door. Hannah is just outside the door. NICK slams it but she gets her arm through.
NICK:
Help me!
HANNAH gets through, knocking NICK out of the way. She dives on JIM.
JIM jumps up and drags HANNAH off NICK.
ERIC:
s***!
JIM pushes her away. She turns to ERIC.
ERIC:
Look, Hannah. Stay back.
ERIC picks up a poker from the fireplace.
ERIC:
Keep away!
HANNAH keeps walking. ERIC brings the poker back.
NICK:
No!
ERIC whacks HANNAH in the face full force. Blood sprays everywhere and HANNAH falls to the floor, unmoving.
JIM:
Holy shit…
NICK:
Is she dead?
ERIC prods her with the poker. She doesn’t move.
ERIC:
She’s dead.
Suddenly, HANNAH’s eyes snap open and she wrenches ERIC’s arm down, and bites off his hand.
ERIC:
AAAAHHHH!
NICK kicks her in the face, and she falls back. She grabs his ankle.
NICK:
s***!
He kicks her in the face again and she lets go. JIM stomps on her head, and it EXPLODES GROTESQUELY. Everyone is sprayed with blood and bits of brain. Her body twitches for a bit and lies still.
NICK:
What the f***¢â‚¬Â¦
?
JIM wipes bits of brain out of his eyes, and pulls one of HANNAH's eyeballs out of his top pocket.
JIM:
Eewww...
He drops the eyeball, and it rolls away.
NICK:
What the hell was that?
JIM:
I have no idea…
ERIC:
(In Pain)
How do you stop them..?
JIM:
It doesn't look like you can. We've got to get out of here.
ERIC:
Aaahhh!
JIM:
We have to stop that from bleeding. What do we do?
NICK:
There's some bandages in the cupboard out there. Go and get them.
NICK takes off his belt and wraps it round ERIC's wrist to stop it bleeding. JIM comes back in with a first aid kit. They bandage ERIC up.
NICK:
We have to get him out of here. Throw him outside.
JIM:
No...Not with them out there. There's still a chance...
NICK:
What do we do?
JIM leans against the door.
JIM:
I don't know. Look, I'm sorry about Hannah. But she would've killed me.
NICK:
It was probably for the best. It's like a disease. It travels through the blood, I think. If you get bitten you become crazy.
JIM:
Not been a great weekend so far, eh?
They laugh, weakly.
NICK:
No.We're lucky we've survived so far. How do you think it all started.
JIM:
It’s not how it started that I’m worried about. It’s how it ends.
Suddenly, JOE's hands burst through the door, grabbing JIM. JIM yells.
JIM:
Help me!
NICK kicks JOE's left hand, splattering blood everywhere. JIM gets free.
JIM:
Oh, christ...
JOE gropes around and finds the handle and opens the door. At the same time, ERIC goes into convulsions. JOE goes for JIM, and JIM pushes him through a table. He gets impaled on one of the legs. JIM pulls it out, and beats JOE brutally with it. JOE's arm falls off. ERIC becomes a ZOMBIE, and NICK and JIM find themselves cornered.
NICK:
What do we do?
JIM:
Go and hide. I'll hold them off.
NICK:
Ok...Good luck, man.
NICK runs from the room.
JIM picks up JOE's severed arm.
JIM:
Alright, let's go.
The two zombies attack him, and JIM beats seven shades of s*** out of the with the arm. They advance towards him. He runs up the stairs. JOE grabs his leg and he trips and falls.
JIM:
Let go!
He kicks JOE in the face and he lets go, but still crawls after him. JIM finds himself in an upstairs bedroom. He looks around for a hiding place. He opens the cupboard, but there is not enough room. He dives under the bed, just in time. The door opens and JOE shambles in, looking for him. He sniffs the air. He walks over to the bed. JIM’s hand is sticking out slightly, and JOE stands right on his his fingers. JIM opens his mouth in a silent scream. The zombie moves around and JIM’s fingers crunch slightly. Eventually, the zombie moves away and out of the door. Jim holds his fingers and gives a silent ‘Fuck’. He climbs out from under the bed. He looks out of the door and cautiously moves out into the corridor. JOE jumps out of a side-door and grapples JIM. HE jumps on JIM’s back and JIM holds him away from biting his neck. The zombie is grabbing his face and pulling into crazy contortions in a comedy Evil Dead 3 reference. Jim bites off one of his fingers and spits it onto the floor. He pushes the zombie off his back and runs down the stairs. He vaults over the zombie ERIC, runs out of the door, and into the workshed.
INT-THE WORKSHED-NIGHT
JIM gets in.
JIM:
Safe...
He walks around the tools, looking for a weapon. He finds a CHAINSAW.
JIM:
HAHAHA!
Suddenly, NINTENDO the dog attacks, and JIM slices off his leg with the chainsaw. He stands on the body, and brutally kills him, getting drenched in blood and guts.
JIM:
HAHAHA! Have that!
-MEANWHILE-
NICK climbs out of his hiding place: A cupboard. There is no sound. He moves quickly, quietly and cautiously from room to room. He backs through the backroom door, not noticing the two ZOMBIES behind him. They eat his head.
ERIC finds JIM in the workshed.
JIM dodges past Joe, looking for a way to escape. JOE grabs a pick axe, swinging it at JIM again and again. JIM isn’t going to be able to dodge for much longer. Just then, JIM spots a chainsaw on the wall. He reaches for it, and JOE hits his hand with the pick axe, pinning it to the wall. JIM screams in pain. He pulls it out and throws it at JOE, embedding it into his chest. JIM grabs the chainsaw.
JOE shambles towards him. JIM lunges, slicing JOE's stomach open. His intestines fall out. Jim slices again, but the chainsaw stops. He tries it again. Nothing. Out of gas. JOE shuffles towards him, arms outstretched. JIM discards the chainsaw. JOE corners him. JIM pulls out his guts and THROTTLES HIM WITH HIS OWN INTESTINES!
JIM:
f*** DIE! YOU f*** f***!
JOE dies and JIM lets him fall to the ground.
INT-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
JIM enters, covered in blood and clutching a power drill. ERIC attacks. JIM stabs out his EYES with the DRILL. The zombie screams and knocks the drill from his hand. JIM opens a cutlery drawer, and begins throwing knives and forks at the zombie. They stick into his upper body. The supply of knives and forks deplete. Jim pulls out a desert spoon. He looks at it. He throws it, and it sticks into the zombie's forehead. The last zombie falls. JIM sighs. It has finally become morning outside. He steps outside and smells the fresh air. He walks back through the woods. Behind him, the grave that they built for the corpse they found at the beginning moves and a hand rises out...
FADE OUT
CREDITS ROLL
Zombie Island
(Working Title)
First Draft
By
Rob Brice
EXT:-THE SEA-DAWN
It is foggy and only just starting to get light. A small YACHT drifts across the sea, rocking back and forth gently. The wheel clicks as it spins and the hull creaks. The torn down sail trails through the water. FLASHLIGHT BEAMS illuminate the barnacle covered hull. Two sailors, on a boat of their own, steer nearby.
SAILOR 1:
Hello? Hello? Anyone on board?
SAILOR 2:
What d’you reckon?
SAILOR 1:
Deserted.
SAILOR 2:
No s***. Doesn’t look damaged…
SAILOR 1:
Apart from the sail…
SAILOR 2:
Apart from that. It looks like it’s been at sea for a while-
SAILOR 1:
Wait! Something just moved!
SAILOR 2:
Where?
SAILOR 1:
Under the sail.
SAILOR 2:
There!
A hand protrudes from under the sail.
SAILOR 1:
Hello?
SAILOR 2:
Hook it in.
SAILOR 1 picks up the BOAT HOOK and pulls the boat closer. SAILOR 2 climbs aboard. He cautiously ventures towards the sail. He looks beneath it. His eyes widen and he screams.
CREDITS ROLL
INT:-A HOSPITAL-NIGHT
SAILOR 1 is lying in a bed, unconcious. There is a DOCTOR kneeling next to him, checking his charts. Two scientists, MCREADY and FRANKLIN enter. The DOCTOR stands.
MCREADY:
Good evening. I’m Dr. McReady and this is my colleague, Dr. Franklin. How is he?
DOCTOR:
Scared to death.
MCREADY:
Have you found out what attacked him?
DOCTOR:
No. The coastguard found him in the corner of the cabin on his boat, just drifting. There was nothing wrong with the boat itself. He just wasn’t even trying to steer it. The only explanation we can think of is that a shark or something bit him.
MCREADY:
Where is the wound?
The DOCTOR gently lifts up the SAILOR’s arm. There is a blood stained bandage on his forearm.
MCREADY:
Mind if we take a look?
DOCTOR:
Go ahead.
The DOCTOR hands MCREADY a box of surgical gloves, MCREADY pulls on a pair, and peels back the bandage. There is a huge bite wound, bleeding profusely.
DOCTOR:
It won’t stop bleeding. If it gets any worse, we may have to amputate.
MCREADY:
(TO FRANKLIN)
What do you think?
FRANKLIN:
Doesn’t look like a shark bite. It’s not wide enough. It looks more like an animal bite.
MCREADY:
That’s what I was thinking.
FRANKLIN:
What was an animal doing out to sea?
MCREADY:
Swimming?
FRANKLIN:
Haha.
There is a pause as MCREADY looks closer.
MCREADY:
Are you sure there was no one else on the boat?
DOCTOR:
I don’t know. I think so. Why?
MCREADY:
Because this doesn’t look like an animal bite. It looks more like a human bite. Look at the way the teeth are arranged.
FRANKLIN:
You mean someone else bit him?
MCREADY:
Yeah, but it doesn’t look like any ordinary human, either. Look at this. There’s some kind of pus coming out. And look at that rash around his mouth.
FRANKLIN:
Some kind of infection?
MCREADY:
Yeah, but what? Have you ever seen anything like this, Doctor?
DOCTOR:
Can’t say I have.
MCREADY:
This doesn’t make any sense. Did he have anything on him?
The DOCTOR picks up some items from the bedside table.
DOCTOR:
Just these.
He hands the items to MCREADY. MCREADY goes through them. There is a watch, a packet of cigarettes and a book. MCREADY looks through the book.
FRANKLIN:
What’s that?
MCREADY:
Looks like the ships log book. Maybe we can find out where he was going.
MCREADY flicks to the end of the book.
MCREADY:
Here we are. Looks like he was going to a place called Killorth Island. You know where that is?
DOCTOR:
I know where that is. It’s just off the coast. About ten, 20 miles.
MCREADY:
I would like to know more about this disease. If there’s some kind of epidemic on the island.
DOCTOR:
I doubt that. We haven’t heard anything from them. No air ambulances have been shipped out.
MCREADY:
Still, I’d like to see if I can get to the bottom of this.
DOCTOR:
I’ll ask around. See if I can arrange transport for you.
MCREADY:
That would be perfect. Thank you.
Suddenly, the SAILOR sits bolt upright and screams. MCREADY and FRANKLIN try to restrain him. The DOCTOR presses a button on the intercom.
DOCTOR:
We need some assistance in room 1138!
Suddenly, the sailor relaxes. He falls down onto the bed. He pulls MCREADY close, and whispers something in his ear. More doctors rush in, and try to rescucitate him.
DOCTOR:
He’s dead.
The DOCTOR pulls the sheet over his face, and the rest of the doctors leave.
FRANKLIN:
Poor man.
MCREADY:
What killed him, though?
FRANKLIN:
What did he say to you?
MCREADY turns to FRANKLIN.
MCREADY:
He told me not to go to the island. He said the dead walk there.
INT:-A BOAT-DAY
MCREADY and FRANKLIN sit on the deck. A grizzled sailor is behind the wheel.
MCREADY:
It was great of you to agree to do this.
SAILOR:
Nothing to it, Doctor.
MCREADY:
Please, call me James. And this is John.
SAILOR:
Call me Chris. What drives you to go to Killorth Island? I been there a couple of times. Nothin’ special.
MCREADY:
We’re investigating a death.
CHRIS:
So what are you, a detective?
MCREADY:
No, a doctor. It was a very strange death.
CHRIS:
Uh huh. Why’s that?
MCREADY:
Well, the man was bitten to death.
CHRIS:
By what?
MCREADY:
Well, that’s the funny thing. It looked like a human bite. But the wound was infected with something I’ve never seen before.
CHRIS:
And you’re trying to find out more.
MCREADY:
That’s right.
CHRIS:
You know, they told me he drowned.
MCREADY:
Why did they tell you anything?
CHRIS:
He was my brother.
MCREADY:
Oh. I’m sorry. Is that why you’re here? To find out about your brothers death?
CHRIS:
Nah. I’m here cos they paid me lots.
MCREADY:
Oh. Right.
CHRIS:
Now shut up and enjoy the scenery.
MCREADY:
(TO FRANKLIN)
Why didn’t we take a helicopter?
EXT:-THE ISLAND-EVENING
The boat drops anchor just off the island. CHRIS, MCREADY and FRANKLIN row to the beach in a rowing boat. CHRIS drags it up to the beach.
CHRIS:
Well, here we are. There’s a village on the other side of the island. There’s a trail through the woods.
MCREADY:
Right, lead the way.
MCREADY and FRANKLIN grab their bags and follow CHRIS up into the woods. They are walking through the woods.
MCREADY:
Is there a hospital or anything in the village?
CHRIS:
Just a small surgery.
FRANKLIN:
Maybe we can find someone who knows something about this infection.
CHRIS:
Wait.
They stop dead.
MCREADY:
What.?
CHRIS:
Over there. Look.
FRANKLIN:
I can’t…Oh my god…
There is a corpse on the floor. It is a man, his guts hanging out. Flies circle around. The three men go over.
MCREADY:
Christ, what a mess…
FRANKLIN:
What do you think killed him?
MCREADY:
An animal?
CHRIS:
Bullshit…What animals do you know that could do that?
MCREADY:
It wasn’t natural causes, I can tell you that much.
FRANKLIN:
Hey, look at that.
MCREADY:
He’s got the same symptoms. Rash on the face and that strange gangrene.
CHRIS:
Shut up a second. Listen.
MCREADY:
I can’t hear anything.
CHRIS:
Shh!
There is a sound, like a shuffling in the undergrowth. Suddenly, a man jumps out. He has rotting skin and clothes and pale eyes, but we do not get enough chance to see him. He bites FRANKLIN on the neck. FRANKLIN screams. CHRIS and MCREADY rush to help him. They throw the guy off him. The guy stands up, making another advance. McReady stares at him in horror.
MCREADY:
What the…?
The guy lunges again. CHRIS punches the bugger and he falls and gets IMPALED on a tree branch.
MCREADY:
Oh, s***. What have we done?
The guy writhes around on the branch, moaning hideously. He finds the branch and breaks it off, slowly getting back to his feet. He once again starts his slow advance.
CHRIS:
We have to get out of here. Help me with him.
MCREADY:
Good plan.
CHRIS and MCREADY pick up FRANKLIN and run as fast as they can. More of these strange creatures emerge from the woods.
CHRIS:
More of the bastards!
They come to the edge of the woods. There is a small white house. The monster is still following them, very slowly.
MCREADY:
Lets get to that house. Come on!
They go up to the house, and hammer on the door. It just creaks open. MCREADY , CHRIS and FRANKLIN, who they are carrying, make it in. One of the monsters grabs FRANKLIN’s head. CHRIS and MCREADY pull, so does the monster.
CHRIS:
Let go, you bastard!
FRANKLIN screams, and is cut short by a sickening snap as his neck breaks. The monster pulls him out the door, which slams shut.
INT:-THE HOUSE-DAY
MCREADY:
s***!
MCREADY opens the door. FRANKLIN’s corpse is on the floor. The man-creature is tearing into his stomach, eating his guts. MCREADY stands rooted to the spot, horrified. The creature turns its head, staring straight at MCREADY. It slowly stands, and shambles towards him. MCREADY slams the door, but the creature pushes through. It grabs MCREADY, and they grapple, the creature trying to bite him. Suddenly , there is a sickening crunch, and the creature falls to the floor. A man looms over him, holding a bloody baseball bat with a nail through it. This is CHILDS (30-ish). He addresses MCREADY.
CHILDS:
Have you been bitten?
MCREADY:
(STILL IN SHOCK)
What?
CHILDS:
Did it bite you?
MCREADY:
What?
CHILDS:
Listen. If you and me are going to get along, we’re gonna have to cooperate. So I need to know whether this bastard has bitten you, or whether he hasn’t.
MCREADY:
No, I don’t think-.
CHILDS:
Good. That’s all I needed to know.
CHILDS checks outside the door, then closes it and tries to pulls a heavy chest of drawers in front of it.
CHILDS:
Are you two gonna help or what?
CHRIS:
Wait. Who the hell are you?
CHILDS:
Name’s Childs. What about you two?
CHRIS:
Chris. And this is McReady.
CHILDS:
Well, Chris and McReady, help me shift this and then we can talk.
They move the chest of drawers in front of the door.
CHILDS:
That should hold ‘em for a while.
MCREADY:
What exactly are they?
CHILDS:
I don’t know. We only know that if they bite you, you’re screwed.
CHRIS:
We?
CHILDS:
There’s some more of us in the attic. Not many survived.
MCREADY:
What happened? What do you mean ‘not many survived’?
CHILDS:
Follow me.
They walk up the stairs. CHILDS knocks on the attic hatch with his baseball bat.
CHILDS:
It’s me. Got some more with me.
The hatch opens and a ladder drops down. They ascend.
INT:-THE ATTIC-DAY
It is dark in the attic. CHILDS, MCREADY and CHRIS enter. There are some people, huddled in the corner. There are various items (food, water, weapons) scattered around.
CHILDS:
Found some more. This is Chris, and…
MCREADY:
McReady.
CHILDS:
Right, right. Anyway, these people are: (HE POINTS OUT THE PEOPLE IN THE ATTIC ONE BY ONE. THE PEOPLE SAY ‘HELLO’ OR SOMETHING OF THE LIKE) Peter, and Reverend Mayhew.
MCREADY:
What happened to you all? Why are you all hiding up here? What was that thing outside?
CHILDS:
A week ago, someone in the village found someone on the beach. A sailor. He was wounded. Almost dead. They got him to the hospital, but it was too late. He died on the way there.
PETER:
He wasn’t dead.
CHILDS:
He must have been. I heard that he was missing his leg. He died, and then came back to life. Everyone thought it was a miracle. But he wasn’t right. He was…a monster. He bit one of the doctors, who died later. But then he came back as well. As one of these things. It was an infection or something. It kills you, and brings you back as a monster. At least that’s what I think. There was rumours going around. I heard everything from madmen on the loose to gang warfare, to alien invasion.
MCREADY:
A monster? That’s absurd!
CHILDS:
Tell that to those things out there. They took over the whole island. Everybody’s dead.
PETER:
No s***. Soon we’ll be dead, too. Then we come back as those things, and kill more people.
CHILDS:
Shut up. We can survive.
PETER:
For how long? Days? Months? Years? Those things, whatever they are, can smell flesh. They’ll find us.
CHILDS:
We need to make a plan. We can escape.
PETER:
To what? How do we know how far the infection has spread?
MCREADY:
It hasn’t reached the mainland yet-Oh, God.
CHRIS:
What?
MCREADY:
Chris, your brother. That’s what bit him. I saw the wound. I watched him die. Oh, God. If it has got to the mainland…
PETER:
See? If the infection has spread, what do we escape to?
CHILDS:
I DON’T f*** KNOW! Now shut your mouth and don’t open it again until I tell you to!
MAYHEW:
All we can do is wait and pray.
CHILDS:
I would like to know what God’s part in all of this is.
MAYHEW:
Are you asking me to give up on my faith?
CHILDS:
Now, Mayhew, I’m calling God a fascist prick.
MAYHEW:
God may be our last hope.
CHILDS:
Cooperation is our last hope if we want to survive this.
MCREADY:
Look. If what you say is true, then it looks like our chances of survival are very slim. But we can’t let that get to us. If this is just going to be a fight to see who has the biggest dick, then we might as well just give up. Now, are there any possible ways of escaping? Can we contact the emergency services? The army?
CHILDS:
The phones are all down. There’ll be boats moored on the jetty, unless people have already thought of the same plan, and used them to escape.
CHRIS:
I’ve got a boat.
CHILDS:
Great, where is it?
CHRIS:
Moored just off the beach. Round the other side of the island.
MAYHEW:
If we want to get to it, we’ll have to go through the woods.
MCREADY:
Right. Do we have any weapons?
CHILDS:
Plenty. It seems a hard knock to the head will kill ‘em. Once and for all.
PETER:
But there’s too many of them. We need a gun or something.
MAYHEW:
There must be a way to resolve this.
CHILDS:
Well, you can go out there and talk to them, but I ain’t going with you.
CHRIS:
They don’t seem to know we’re here yet. We can use this to our advantage.
CHILDS:
But it won’t be long. We’ve barricaded the door, but it won’t last long.
MCREADY:
How much food do we have?
PETER:
Oh, no way. No way am I sharing my food with you people. This is my house, and if the supply runs out, we’re screwed. I can throw you out if I want.
CHILD:
Look, no one is throwing anyone out! We need to think logically, and ration the food. We have water.
MAYHEW:
How long will it be before it runs out? The water supply was cut days ago.
PETER:
I filled the bath up, and all the sinks.
CHILDS:
So we need to be sparing.
CHRIS:
They’re gonna find us eventually. We’d better bar the windows and barricade all the doors.
CHILDS:
Good idea.
MCREADY:
Any idea how strong they are?
PETER:
I saw 10, maybe twenty of them trying to get into a car. They broke the windows, but the guy inside hid down under the seat. They tipped it over. The bastards tipped the car right over. The poor bugger inside was dragged out, and torn to pieces.
CHILDS:
But twenty humans could do that. They’re maybe only as strong as we are, but they’re relentless, and they don’t feel pain. I’ve seen them stabbed, shot, run over, blown up, all sorts of things. But it’s only a bash in the head that’ll kill ‘em for good.
CHRIS:
So, even if we do barricade the place, they’ll get through eventually. But maybe it’ll buy us some time.
CHILDS:
If we’re going to start, we’d better start now. Everybody downstairs. We need to block up every entrance.
PETER:
But that’ll mean blocking every exit! We’re going to die here, I know it!
CHILDS:
If you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll kill you myself. Now get downstairs and help.
INT:-THE HOUSE-LATE DAY
The survivors climb down the ladder, one by one. CHILDS suddenly pauses, and listens.
CHILDS:
Wait.
CHILDS cautiously heads down the stairs. He holds his bat ready. Suddenly, a monster jumps on him from behind a door.
CHILDS:
s***!
The creature tries to bite him. CHILDS kicks it back. It again shambles towards him. CHILDS hits it with the bat in the side of the face, caving his cheek in like a boiled egg. It continues advancing. CHILDS hits it in the head, and it dies, finally. The others rush downstairs.
PETER:
They’ve found us.
CHILDS:
I’m afraid they have. We need to barricade the doors right now. Hurry.
The others start pulling heavy objects in front of the doors and wardrobes in front of the windows. But only just in time. The creatures are hammering on the other side, their hideous moans audible.
CHILDS:
I don’t know how long we can hold them for.
MCREADY:
How many of them do you think there are out there?
CHILDS:
Not many. But there’ll be more. Enough to get in here and kill everyone of us. We need to think up a plan.
MAYHEW is kneeling over the body, crossing himself.
CHILDS:
You know him?
MAYHEW:
Yes. He used to come to my church regularly.
CHILDS:
I’m sorry.
MAYHEW:
He is with the Lord now.
CHILDS:
Say your prayers for him, and then get a weapon. Are you willing to fight?
MAYHEW:
If that is what it takes to save the human race, then yes.
CHILDS:
I knew I could count on you, reverend.
MAYHEW:
Thank you.
CHILDS:
In your own time.
INT:-THE HOUSE-NIGHT
The survivors are holding weapons. PETER has a knife, MAYHEW has a fire poker, CHRIS has a crowbar and MCREADY has a claw hammer.
CHILDS:
Good work blocking off those doors. Those things are not strong enough to get through on there own, but in a group, they’ll be in like a flash. More will keep coming, so we need to get out of here as soon as possible.
PETER:
Why don’t we just leave now?
CHILDS:
Running through the woods in the dark is suicide. We have to wait for daylight. Then we can escape. I know we can fight those things. We don’t know what they are, but we know how to kill them. Prepare yourself for a long night. We’ll leave at first light. We’ll outrun those things easily. It doesn’t look like they can run. We’ll head through the woods, then get to your boat, Chris. If they can’t run, then they probably can’t swim. We’ll make it to the mainland.
PETER:
What do we do from there?
CHRIS:
We’ll figure that out when we get there.
PETER:
What if those things have taken the mainland, too?
CHILDS:
Let’s hope to God that they haven’t.
MCREADY:
What do we do until then?
CHILDS:
We wait.
PETER:
Wait for what? For morning? We might not last that long!
CHILDS:
You’d better stop shouting, or they’ll hear you.
PETER:
They know we’re in here anyway!
CHILDS:
You’re right, they do, but at the moment they can’t get in. But if you keep on shouting, and making noise, more will hear you, and more will come. Then they will almost certainly be able to get in. Now shut up before I shut you up myself, you cocksucker.
PETER:
This is bullshit! I’m not taking anymore of this from you! Not in my own house! Get out!
CHILDS:
Make me, you little b**ch.
PETER attacks CHILDS with the knife.
MCREADY:
Hey, hey! Woah! Cool it you guys!
CHILDS:
(TO PETER)
You want a piece? Huh? C’mon you bastard.
PETER:
I’ll kill you!
CHILDS slams PETER against the wall, knocking the knife out of his hand. He holds PETER up by his collar.
CHILDS:
C’mon, you little s***! Hit me!
MCREADY holds the discarded knife to CHILDS’ throat. CHILDS keeps his eyes on PETER.
MCREADY:
Let him go, Childs.
CHRIS:
Listen to him, Childs.
MAYHEW:
You won’t solve this by fighting.
CHILDS:
Am I going to have to shut you up, too, McReady?
MCREADY:
I said, let him go!
CHILDS drops PETER, but keeps staring him in the eye.
CHILDS:
Look at me, Peter. Look at me! If you get yourself killed, it’s not our problem. But, if you get us killed, it is a problem. A big f*** problem. So I want you to sit down, and shut up.
PETER pushes CHILDS away.
PETER:
f*** you. f*** all of you, but especially you.
He points at CHILDS.
PETER:
That’s it. You can stay here and die, but I’m going back up to the attic.
MAYHEW:
Peter, listen-
PETER:
No, you listen! I’m going to sit this out until help arrives!
CHILDS:
What if help doesn’t arrive? What then? Nobody knows we’re here!
PETER:
Someone will come!
CHILDS:
No one will come! We’re on our own!
MCREADY:
He’s right. The phones are down. There is no way of contacting anybody. We’re all on our own. And if you two don’t stop shouting-
There is a thud on the door. Then another. Hundreds of undead hands pounding on the doors and windows.
PETER:
Well, good luck fighting them off. I’ll see you in hell. I’m going to the attic. If anyone wants to survive, I suggest they come with me.
PETER runs upstairs. The undead are now managing to smash through the boards. The four remaining grip their weapons tighter.
CHRIS:
Let’s hope those prayers of yours work, Reverend.
MCREADY:
Good luck everybody.
The cupboard by the door falls and the undead make their way in. The four go in, splitting heads with their weapons. This goes on for a bit. CHRIS is killing some zombie a** when he is grabbed from behind. The monster bites him on the shoulder. He screams.
MCREADY:
Chris!
CHRIS:
s***!
CHRIS kills the zombie, and looks at the others. There is a brief pause.
CHRIS:
Good luck, people. Kill some of those bastards for me.
CHRIS barges past the undead horde and out the door. This is the last we see of him.
MCREADY:
CHRIS!
A zombie jumps onto MCREADY, pinning him to the floor. It is FRANKLIN, his broken neck lolling horribly.
MCREADY:
Franklin!
The FRANKLIN-creature roars, and MCREADY brains him with the hammer. The three survivors are still fighting.
MCREADY:
Christ, there’s too many!
MAYHEW:
This is hopeless.
MCREADY:
No! We have to keep on fighting!
MAYHEW:
No, we don’t. Peter was right. I’m going upstairs to join him.
CHILDS:
Mayhew, no! It’s suicide!
MAYHEW disappears up the stairs.
CHILDS:
s***. You’re not gonna give up on me, are you McReady?
MCREADY:
No way. Keep fighting. Until the end.
CHILDS:
We can survive!
MCREADY:
I know we can.
The two attack with new vigour, managing to get past the zombies and outside.
MCREADY:
We have to go through the forest. I know where the boat is.
CHILDS:
Let’s go.
The two run into the forest. A zombie comes out from behind a tree and bites CHILDS.
MCREADY:
No!
MCREADY kills the zombie.
CHILDS:
s***. You’re going to have to go on.
MCREADY:
No. I’m not going to leave you.
CHILDS:
You have to. You have to make sure the infection doesn’t leave the island.
MCREADY:
No…
CHILDS:
Those things will be here in a moment. If you’re going to go, go now. Just do me a favour.
MCREADY:
What’s that?
CHILDS:
Kill me. I don’t want to be one of those monsters.
MCREADY:
Ok. You’re a hero, Childs.
CHILDS:
Just don’t forget me, alright.
MCREADY:
Yeah.
MCREADY lifts the clawhammer above his head. He closes his eyes, and strikes down. And again. Three times. He wipes tears from his eyes, and runs on. He makes it to the rowing boat, and drags it down to the water. A horde of zombies rise out from the depths, seaweed hanging off them. MCREADY hops in the boat. The zombies try to tip it over. He administers beatings with the oar. He gets to the boat, and sets sail. The undead monsters are on the beach, walking into the water and moaning.
INT:-THE ATTIC-NIGHT
PETER is dead on the floor, a knife in his chest. But who killed him? MAYHEW? Or did he kill himself? MAYHEW is hanging by his neck from a rope, a hastily scrawled note pinned to his chest.
‘DEATH IS NOW THE PRICE OF SALVATION’
The attic door bursts open and the undead shamble in.
EXT:-THE SEA(THE BOAT)-MORNING
MCREADY is still sailing towards land. He looks over the edge into the sea. Beneath the depths, a lone zombie walks along the seabed, followed by dozens more, heading towards the mainland, towards new food. MCREADY holds his head in his hands.
FADE OUT
THE END
To Be Continued?
If you've read this far, thanks.
Zombie Island + ZOMBIE DEATH(Final Draft)
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Chainsaws_R_Fun
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Zombie Island + ZOMBIE DEATH(Final Draft)
Life is like a big joint. You pack in as much as you can, and when you're finished, you pass on.
Made that'un up me'self.
Made that'un up me'self.
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maj_barnes
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I liked the first one the most, the second was not all that too involed. But the first was just people being killed, nothing else. You can make it even better by doing what Night of the Living Dead did: let the characters talk more and more as they are trapped, it will make viewers much more sad to see them die knowing them, rather than seeing them as another disemboweled figure. Also, if you want to continue in the path I gave you might want to leave Hannah alive so people won't get bored seeing just men talk, you open another section for viewers (why do you think women don't like war movies, NO WOMEN, at least in the old ones). Also, you might want to change how Jim is so crazed while killing everything; I mean really, he sawing his friend in half and saying die f*** die! Also the ending, you might want to try instead of the same old boring hand rising out; try a shot from the ground of the grave empty like someone has already came out of it: just a bit more suspenseful. But I did LOVE the ending for Zombie Island!
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Chainsaws_R_Fun
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Any suggestions how I could make Zombie Island more involved?
Zombie Death is just a gorefest. It's a test to see the skills of the actors and crew involved, and my skill as a director. Remember, Zombie Island is only on its first draft. The actual ending for Zombie Death, which is not written there for some reason, is the camera gliding back through the house and through the graveyard, where hundreds of zombies are climbing from their graves. My friend actually has a house in the middle of nowhere, with a graveyard in the back yard. It's an old converted church, see.
Zombie Death is just a gorefest. It's a test to see the skills of the actors and crew involved, and my skill as a director. Remember, Zombie Island is only on its first draft. The actual ending for Zombie Death, which is not written there for some reason, is the camera gliding back through the house and through the graveyard, where hundreds of zombies are climbing from their graves. My friend actually has a house in the middle of nowhere, with a graveyard in the back yard. It's an old converted church, see.
Life is like a big joint. You pack in as much as you can, and when you're finished, you pass on.
Made that'un up me'self.
Made that'un up me'self.
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maj_barnes
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Well, the characters in Zombie Island are a little too dynamic when it comes to their personality. Childs at first is not wanting any violence then is so ready to kill Peter (no matter how much a jerk he is). Also the Reverend, why would he kill himself? If he's a reverend, then that means he's a Christain, and it's a sin to kill yourself, but the note attached to him was a NICE touch. Also, to get a more in depth relationship with the characters you need them to talk: besides from just what they can do, but what did they do? What they feel about the situation? Do they plan on doing anything different after this near death experinece? Stuff like that that lets us probe into their brain (besides zombies digging through it). Also some of the stuff in Zombie Island is a little too obvious, like: what could do something like this? Could be a animal, only it has human teeth marks (by this time anyone who has watched a zombie movie knows what did it, and one of these guys has to know). And any infection can make puss come out, so that's nothing new or strange.