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hwpFADE IN:
1 EXT. THE EMPTY STREET OF A CITY - DAY
No people. A FEW CARS AND TRUCKS are parked at odd angles,
abandoned. A TITLE FADES IN, one phrase at a time.
FIVE YEAR...
SINCE THE DEAD FIRST WALKED.
2 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
We hear THE SOUND OF A STRONG WIND. DEBRIS flutters through the
streets. A LARGE ALLIGATOR slithers into frame, stops and
looks around.
MONTAGE: as MORE GATORS explore the empty streets, knocking
over GARBAGE CANS, upsetting the MANNEQUINS in A DEPARTMENT
STORE WINDOW. A GATOR crawls out through the open doors of AN
ABANDONED BANK. LOOSE BILLS are dragged along under the
animals tail. They flutter away on the WIND.
3 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
GATORS crawl over A 79 CADELLIC. A FEMALE SKELETON sits
slumped over the steering wheel. In the back a BABYS BONES are
strapped into AN INFANTS SAFETY SEAT. One of the gators THUMPS
its tail maddeningly against the windshield. ANOTHER TITLE
APPEAR:
FLORIDA - 1987
4 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
CLOSE ON A SECTION OF PAVEMENT as we hear THE SOUND OF SLUGGISH
FOOTSTEPS approaching. A SHADOW appears at the bottom of the
frame. It gets longer and takes on the shape of a man.
TIGHT ON THE AFTERNOON SUN, blinding us. Into the FOREGROUND
lurches THE FIGURE which cast the shadow. Glare obscures all
facial detail until the head jogs into position directly in
front of the fiery ball in the sky. Then we see its hideous,
dead eyes, its blue-grey colour, the blackened wound where a
large portion of jaw has been ripped away. This is a ZOMBIE! A
MUSIC CHORD SOUNDS and THE MAIN TITLE APPEARS:
DAY OF THE DEAD
5 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
HEAD CREDITS ROLL over A MONTAGE: the CITY STREETS are now
populated by the WALKING DEAD. In every shape, size and colour
they wander, without purpose, up and down the avenues, in and
out of buildings. The city is theirs, they have inherited the
place. Man, in his human form, seems to be gone.
As the CREDITS END, we CUT TO:
6 EXT. A MAIN STREET - DAY
We are looking down from a HIGH ANGLE. The corner of A TALL
BUILDING is in the FOREGROUND. A CORPSE is dangling from A
NOOSE. Its been dead for some time. Its mostly bone now, its
blackened flesh picked clean by scavenger birds and harbour
rats. A SIGN flaps against its chest cavity. Its hurriedly
scrawled message reads: TAKE ME, LORD! I LOVE YOU!
THE ROPE BREAKS suddenly and THE CORPSE FALLS out of frame.
7 EXT. THE STREET - DAY
Were at GROUND LEVEL now...SMACK!!! THE CORPSE HITS THE
PAVEMENT and SHATTERS as though made of potters clay. BONES
bounce over a wide area. THE SIGN is carried off by the WIND.
8 EXT. AN ABANDONED MARINA - DAY
THE SIGN gallops across the grass of A HARBOUR PARK towards the
water where A FEW DERELICT BOATS sway in the WIND.
Slowly, THE SOUND OF A MOTOR FADES IN.
9 EXT. THE MARINA (CLOSER ANGLE) - DAY
A FISHING BOATS, old and sea-worn, chugs into the harbour.
10 EXT. THE MARINA (CLOSE ON THE FISHING BOAT) - DAY
There are people on board, THREE MEN AND TWO WOMEN. They look
like guerilleros from somewhere in Latin America. Theyre
heavily armed, unshaven, covered with months worth of jungle
crud. They are obviously exhausted. They gazeup to the city.
Their deep-sunken eyes are too war-weary to show much emotion but
we can read their despair.
TONY
Another dead place. I tol you. Lets
get out to the islands.
MIGUEL
The radio signals were coming from this
area.
TONY
Not from the city. In every city its
the same. Dead. Lets get out to the
barrier islands. If there are survivors
sending those signals thats where
well find them.
MIGUEL
Plenty of time for the islands. The
rest of our...life...on the islands...I
think.
Miguel is drifting. The sight of the dead city has pushed him a
few inches closer to the brink of insanity. He catches himself
and comes back toward reality.
MIGUEL
We gotta see if there are others here.
We came all this way. Were gonna check
it out.
11 EXT. THE MARINA (AT THE DOCKS) - DAY
CLOSE ON THE OPEN GASOLINE RECEPTACLE in the hull of AN
ABANDONED BOAT. A WOMANS HANDS shove a LENGTH OF HOSE down
into the hole.
The woman, MARIA, puts the other end of the hose to her mouth
and sucks the air out.
At ANOTHER DERELICT BOAT, TONY sucks on ANOTHER HOSE.
TONY
Ptoooo! Nothing! Dry as a bone. No gas.
Lets get outa here.
MIGUEL
Check them all. And check the tanks
under the pumps.
MIGUEL and the other two guerilleros, SARAH AND CHICO, start to
walk up the dock towards the harbour park, toward the city.
MIGUEL has AN ELECTRONIC BULLHORN in one hand, his AUTOMATIC
RIFLE ready in the other.
12 EXT. THE HARBOUR PARK - DAY
THE TRIO of refugees move across the grass. The WIND blows
DEBRIS around them as they stare towards the downtown
buildings. MIGUEL lifts THE BULLHORN to his mouth.
MIGUEL
HELLO. IS THERE ANYONE THERE? HELLO.
HELLOOOOOOO....
13 EXT. THE CITY - DAY
MONTAGE: as THE WALKING DEAD hear that human VOICE. Throughout
the city they turned towards THE SOUND, at once confused and
excited.
MIGUEL (o.s.)
HELLOOOOOOOOOOO....
THE DEAD start to GROAN hungrily, almost plea
