Scene 11
EXT. FOREST.
POPPER, GRANT, and VALENTINE climb hill. Angle is steep, and they must pull themselves between tree trunks to reach the top, slipping on deep leaf litter.
POPPER: Where you going, anyway?
GRANT: Listen to this guy. Mr. Talkative today, isn’t he?
VALENTINE: We met someone from up north. He said this thing ain’t so bad everywhere. In some places, the radio has even come on.
GRANT: What about the TV?
POPPER: How far up north?
VALENTINE: He came from a base in Syracuse.
POPPER: What was his name?
GRANT: You walking there?
VALENTINE: Not like I got a car. Should only take a couple days.
GRANT: You could ride a horse. Or a motorcycle.
VALENTINE: There’s no motorcycles if there’s no cars.
GRANT: No, serious! These fat old bikers up in Triangle did it.
VALENTINE: Bullshit!
GRANT: Tell ‘em, Pop.
POPPER: Motorcycles are old. Apparently one of these thugs knew how to put one together. They don’t have many, but they race up and down the highway every few days looking to start some trouble.
GRANT: Zombies ain’t what you got to worry about.
VALENTINE: They ain’t zombies!
POPPER: What was the man’s name?
VALENTINE: Why?
GRANT: Families have all been fighting since the snow melted. You get caught in the wrong place, you’re going to get yourself shot, or worse.
VALENTINE: What’s worse?
GRANT: Some of them ran out of food. Zombies ate most of what was living in the woods. You can’t blame a man for providing for his family. There obviously ain’t no God. Not any more, at least. The storehouse is up this path.
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