Scene 4
EXT. HIGHWAY. MORNING
A highway follows the path of a river winding lazily between domed mountains bristling with budding trees. HOOK and AIDEN stand at a bend, looking down the valley. Fishing cabins are on stilts along the riverbank. HOOK is an old man with a grizzled face and a grey beard. AIDEN is younger, but his face is tired.
HOOK: You know this place?
AIDEN: I came through here on a tour bus. I haven’t seen anything I remember since yesterday morning. I know where this highway ends up, can’t tell you what we’ll see on the way.
HOOK: Tiff awake yet?
AIDEN: She drank a lot of wine last night.
HOOK: Lucky break, huh? No zombies, not picked over. Beauty of the country, huh? We’re probably the first living people to come through here since the start of winter.
AIDEN: Think we can get to Parlor City today?
HOOK: (shrugs) Tomorrow if we push it, but you got to convince the others.
AIDEN: Fifty? Sixty miles?
HOOK: We could reach Deposit tonight or tomorrow. Looks about 30 or 35 miles past that. We could probably do it in under five days if this highway stays clear. Your cousin needs to hold out.
AIDEN cranes his neck to see over the ridge into the valley below. He points to small wooden cabins have been set up along the river.
AIDEN: (concerned) I saw something move.
HOOK: Where?
AIDEN: In the fishing cabin. Looked like something stepped back into shadow.
HOOK: Lot out here that can be dangerous.
AIDEN: You’re a derth of experience.
HOOK: I read books, man! I didn’t get out of the City before, but when you said you wanted to come Upstate, first thing I did was hit the library. There’s bears. There’s bobcats, and coyotes. You might meet a mountain lion. Probably lots more raiders.
AIDEN: Let’s go back to the house. You’re making me nervous.
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