A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away, there existed Scriptage, which was basically me showing you some scripts I've done and making a fool of myself in the process. Well, the last one of these was on March 29th, and it was promised to be the first of a 2 parter for a short I had written called Damned If You Do. Well since life got hectic from that point on I never had the chance to finish posting it. So here you go the end of the story, the return of Scriptage, and the, well, that'll have to be enough! Oh and here's the link to part one. Enjoy!
DAMNED IF YOU DO...part deux
6.1: Close up of her, firing, blood splattering back at her. She's into this.
CAP (1): I CHOOSE NIGHTMARE…
CAP (2): IN IT I'M THE QUEEN OF MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIE HUNTERS.
6.2: She runs through them firing and connecting with each shot. There's an impossible amount of zombies trying their damnedest to grab hold of her, but she shoves them back linebacker style.
CAP: AND EVERYONE BOWS TO ME.
6.3: Close up of her foot, losing it's footing in the mud, and blood and guts.
6.4: She starts sliding down a muddy hill.
CAP: OF COURSE, I HAVE A HABIT OF SPEAKING TOO SOON.
6.5: The zombies clumsily approach the hill, some slipping and falling down as well.
7.1: She grabs onto a root to stop her skid.
7.2: Zombies come down all around her; she tries to dodge them as they go.
7.3: Close up: One grabs her foot.
7.4: Full shot of her dangling, with the zombie hanging with her. It's raining zombies all around.
7.5: She fires a shot, but hits the zombie's shoulder. It doesn't let go.
8.1: Another falling zombie knocks the gun out of her hand.
8.2: And knocks the zombie off her on the way down as well.
8.3: She sighs.
8.4: But her eyes open wide as she looks up.
CAP: DAMN IT!
8.5: A scantily clad hot chick of a zombie smacks into her and they fall together!
9.1: This zombie has grabbed onto her though, and she's struggling to push it away as they fall.
9.2: She grabs onto the zombie's throat and rears its head back.
9.3: They head ground, with the zombie's head exploding against a rock and Sara using the zombie as a cushion.
9.4: She lifts her head off the zombie's boobs to see the other fucked up zombies getting to their feet and looking to make short work of her. Frustration is buzzing about her.
9.5: She sees her gun amongst their feet.
10.1: And she makes a jump for it.
10.2: Sliding in the mud on her back she grabs the gun.
10.3: And tries to take a shot but the guns now empty!
SFX: CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
10.4: Sara looks at the gun, frustration turning to fear.
CAP: NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO WAKE UP.
10.5: Zombie heads begin exploding all around her, and she covers up in defense.
SFX: THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
SFX: KACHUNK! KACHUNK! KACHUNK!
11.1: As Sara begins to get up smoldering zombies fall to their knees. She's talking to someone off panel, and has a questioning look on her face.
SARA: WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?
11.2: Sara gets up to meet her savior, a big redneck trucker guy with a shotgun who's opening up a can of beer. He's got a nice trucker hat on w' dreadlocky hair following from underneath, open flannel shirt with a wife beater underneath, beat to shit jeans and boots, and Lemmy from Motorhead type of beard. There's a little cooler by his feet that says "fucked your mama" on it.
TRUCKER: YOUR DAMNED SAVIOR, BITCH. NOW, GET DOWN AND GIVE 'OL RUFUS A GOOD POLISHING, WILLYA?
11.3: She's mouths off to him, as he calmly jugs his beer.
SARA: WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I WAS ALMOST KILLED BY NIGHTMARISH HORDE OF FUCKIN' ZOMBIE FUCKERS! AND THAT'S AFTER WAKING UP IN FUCKIN' COFFIN AND SEEING SOME CHICK BLOW HER BRAINS OUT! NOW YOU, ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY, AND I STRESS HIGH…
11.4: Rufus cold cocks with the butt of his rifle.
11.5: And drags her away by her foot.
RUFUS: BITCH HAS TO LEARN, WORSE THINGS IN THIS WORLD THAN DYIN'…HRN…
CAP: I SURE HOPE I'M ASLEEP…