Two Winters Past

Scene 12

EXT. HOUSE

HOOK is at the start of the driveway, leading into the woods. He leans on a walking stick with a knobby head. HOLT enters from inside the house, walks to HOOK.

HOOK: Everyone ready?

HOLT: Twenty-minutes. The women-folk are cooking pancakes for the road. That kid is loading up saddle bags with Aiden.

HOOK: You don’t trust him either, do you?

HOLT: Not any further’n I can throw him. I didn’t trust you or your big-city rockstar neither, and I still don’t trust your girl.

HOOK: I hope you’re wrong again.

HOLT: Sounds too good to be true, about Hancock.

HOOK: I haven’t heard of any towns that survived, at least not around Manhattan. Until the bridges were cut, those zombies were pouring out everywhere. Brooklyn went to shit in three days.

HOLT: Could been controlled up here. People ain’t packed in so tight. Once we cleared out of town, those psychos moved on. If Hancock did quarantine, maybe they held together.

HOOK: Either way, that many people turn into psycho cannibals you can’t lock them up fast enough. No one alive on Manhattan Island by the end of the week. 

HOLT: You look at the map? There another way past Hancock?

HOOK: Not without eating up all the food we just came into.

HOLT: Last thing we need right now is another mouth.

Swell music. HOLT looks to AIDEN approaching, who looks at HOOK. TIFF, LOGAN, and MARY JANE follow from around the house.

FADE TO BLACK