INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Day breaks, filtering through the white curtains. Jamie and
Daniel are fast asleep - during the night, Jamie's come to
spoon Daniel, arms and legs wrapped fully around him. He
snores softly.
Daniel stirs awake, remarkably cozy and comfortable. His
bleary eyes crack open.
Then he realizes that he's in bed. With Jamie. And Jamie's
wrapped around him like a barnacle. His eyes snap open.
As if psychically detecting that Daniel's awake, Jamie
snuggles closer in response.
Daniel's eyes go wide. He's never been held like this
before. He's completely bluescreening, stiff as a board in
Jamie's hold. Jamie makes a quiet, sleepy noise, with his
face buried in Daniel's hair.
Abruptly, Daniel realizes he's hard. He's stripped down to
his stupid fucking briefs, has morning wood so intense it's
making him dizzy, and is totally enveloped by a warm and
clingy guy who he's pretty sure killed somebody.
He tries very, very hard to carefully lift Jamie's hand off
of him, hoping to wiggle away unnoticed.
JAMIE
(quiet, barely conscious,
hoarse with sleep)
Mm... morning.
Daniel stays perfectly still. Jamie inhales deeply in
Daniel's hair, then wakes up enough to realize who he's
with.
JAMIE
(yawning like a big cat)
Oh. Jesus. Sorry. Uh.
Jamie gingerly removes his arm.
DANIEL
(strained)
thank you.
JAMIE
Oh, God. Sorry. Ha.
DANIEL
don't-- don't worry about it.
JAMIE
I didn't mean to--
DANIEL
uh. i have. bathroom. bye.
Daniel rolls out of Jamie's arms and speedwalks out the
door. Jamie blinks at him, bewildered.
The bathroom door slams shut in the hallway. Jamie sits up
and puts his head in his hands.
JAMIE
(to himself)
Oh God. Ohhh, God. He's going to
kill me!
Jamie rolls over in bed, trying to smother himself from
embarrassment. He groans.
Some time later, Daniel walks back into the room, a towel
slung around his shoulders. His hair is damp, and he's
shivering a little, like he's cold.
DANIEL
hey. uh.
JAMIE
(startled)
HEY! Daniel! Hi.
DANIEL
(holding out his hands
like he's calming a
horse)
whoa there. just... forgot my
hoodie.
JAMIE
It's just-- instinct-- I didn't
even know what I was doing-- Sleep
brain!
Daniel blinks at him.
JAMIE
(bashfully)
I did the same thing to my
girlfriend-- uh, ex-girlfriend--
all the time. She hated it.
DANIEL
(thinking about being
little spoon for the
first time and feeling
insanely safe and
intimate)
it's fine. ain't no thing.
Jamie lets out a deep, shaky breath that he didn't realize
he'd been holding.
DANIEL
i get it. sleep brain. just glad
you ain't kickin' me like a horse.
Jamie laughs just a little too loud.
JAMIE
Ha! God. I need to put on some
fucking pants.
Daniel picks his hoodie up off the ground and slings it on.
DANIEL
everything's all over the place.
JAMIE
Yeah, I know. It's hard not to feel
like this is just... some kind of
hotel room. And we're just gonna
pack it all up later anyway.
DANIEL
mm. might could try to make it our
own. move some furniture around.
get all that crap out of the
dressers...
Jamie shoots him a funny look.
JAMIE
I don't know if I would go that
far.
DANIEL
(a little defensive)
well. i wanna keep it neat.
JAMIE
Suit yourself.
Jamie zips up and pulls his hair back into a ponytail.
Daniel absentmindedly picks up some odds and ends around the
room.
DANIEL
reckon we should go out again. take
the van. now that the frame's back
in one piece.
JAMIE
(relieved)
Please. I'm kind of-- I'm a little
freaked out about our food
situation, if I'm being honest. Now
that we don't have a working
fridge...
DANIEL
yeah. it ain't great. gotta look
for stuff that'll keep.
JAMIE
Are we-- Do we have enough gas?
DANIEL
oughta be fine. get us to that lil'
diner down the way.
JAMIE
Not a bad idea... Maybe their
freezers are still cold.
DANIEL
s'what i'm hopin'.
JAMIE
(musing)
Man... if the power's out... how
are we supposed to get more gas,
anyway? It's not like the pumps'll
take my fucking card.
DANIEL
(smugly)
i got ways.
JAMIE
(amused)
I'll take your word for it.
EXT. MULDRAUGH, KY - DAY
Daniel turns the key in the van, and there's a nervous,
tense anticipation as the engine tries and fails to turn
over. Then he grins as it finally manages to start.
They speed off down that long, empty road. Jamie leans his
elbow on the window frame next to him. He can't keep his
eyes off Daniel as he drives - Daniel's focused, confident.
Casually dangling his free hand out the window.
He's so absorbed in watching that he fails to notice the
stalled vehicle in their path until Daniel swerves hard to
avoid it, clearing it by inches without slowing down.
JAMIE
(yelping)
Jesus, Daniel, careful!
DANIEL
we're good.
JAMIE
You nearly hit that thing!
DANIEL
yeah. but i didn't.
EXT. ABANDONED DINER - DAY
They pull up into the parking lot of a quaint-but-dingy
diner. Daniel slows down much more than he ordinarily would,
just to keep the engine purring as quietly as possible -
zombies linger around the area, some behind the diner
windows, some banging fruitlessly on locked doors. A few
cars remain in the parking lot, their owners nowhere to be
found.
INT. VAN - DAY
Daniel kills the engine and takes a deep breath.
DANIEL
(quietly)
don't shut the door too loud on
your way out.
JAMIE
(whiny)
I wasn't gonna.
They exit, as gently as they can.
EXT. ABANDONED DINER - DAY
None of the occupants appear to stir as they step out onto
the asphalt. Daniel communicates to Jamie in gestures:
pointing at the front door, making an 'X' with his hands,
drawing a path that avoids the cluster of zombies there and
loops around the back. Jamie tightens his grip on his
crowbar and nods.
They navigate past the ones that congregate near the front
door, but in the back, one still weakly pounds at the door
with a single fist. There's no fight left in it.
Jamie's immediate response is to look to Daniel, to his
pistol, but Daniel shakes his head. Jamie mouths
indignantly, 'why me?'.
Daniel's eyes shift, and his mouth opens briefly, but he
changes his mind partway through and gestures all the more
fiercely for Jamie to knock its head off.
Jamie rolls his eyes. He sneaks up on it, step after careful
step, and brings that crowbar down on its skull with a dull
thud.
It crumples on impact. They're in.
INT. ABANDONED DINER KITCHEN - DAY
The rear door leads into the kitchen. The overhead lights no
longer buzz, leaving the shelves and the appliances to cast
long shadows. An faint but unpleasant moldy smell wafts from
the abandoned cookware; some dishes were ready to be sent
out, and others were left to blacken and boil over on the
stove. They both wrinkle their noses.
JAMIE
(whispering)
I don't know if it's safe in there.
In the dark.
DANIEL
(whispering back)
i don't know if it's safe
*anywhere*, jamie. c'mon.
Jamie swallows, hard, before following him over the
threshold.
On the inside, it's cramped and difficult to maneuver
around, although the kitchen's small footprint makes it easy
to give it a once-over. For zombies, of course, but also for
food and supplies. Jamie lifts the lid of a pot out of
curiosity and gags.
INT. WALK-IN FREEZER
The heavy door groans as Jamie pushes it open. As expected,
it's pitch-dark inside. It's also thankfully cool. Jamie
flicks his lighter, desperate for any hint of light.
Daniel stands just outside, facing outward. Watching his
back. One hand resting on his holster.
There's frozen meats, pre-packaged desserts, and Tupperwares
with mysterious, unlabeled contents. Jamie inspects one,
wrinkles his nose, and puts it back. The rest is fair game,
however.
When Jamie turns around, Daniel is gone.
JAMIE
Daniel...?
INT. KITCHEN
Jamie peeks his head out of the walk-in freezer, lighter
held out like a beacon. Terror is writ large of his face,
heightened by the shadows dancing over it.
A hissing noise fades in.
JAMIE
(nervously)
Where are you?
He doesn't answer.
Jamie timidly takes one step forward. Then another. The
flame trembles in the air.
The hissing noise stops.
JAMIE
(warbling)
This isn't funny anymore, Daniel.
DANIEL
(at his side)
huh?
Jamie startles, yelps, and drops his lighter, leaving them
in darkness.
JAMIE
Oh god damnit!
DANIEL
what's not funny.
JAMIE
I'm gonna kill you, dude!
There's a thump and a clatter in the darkness as Jamie gets
to his knees, blindly feeling around the floor.
DANIEL
the hell?
JAMIE
Help me find this fucking lighter!
After a few moments of fumbling, elbowing, and swearing at
each other, Daniel retrieves it from just under a cabinet
and flicks it on. Jamie's shoulders sag with relief.
DANIEL
there's still water in the tap.
JAMIE
What?
Daniel shakes a plastic water bottle, newly-filled.
DANIEL
got what i could.
JAMIE
Well, could you warn me next time?!
DANIEL
y'sound thirsty.
JAMIE
(laughing hysterically)
What is *that* supposed to mean--
Daniel cuts him off by shaking the water bottle again. Jamie
takes it, baffled, and chugs half of it in one go.
DANIEL
(gesturing to the front
door)
all of 'em are out front. through
that door.
JAMIE
(wiping his mouth)
We're gonna have to play it smart.
See if we can't bait 'em in here,
one at a time.
He hands the bottle back to Daniel. Daniel downs the rest of
it greedily, like there's something he's trying to taste.
DANIEL
yeah. one at a time.
They get to their feet and hover near the door to the front,
Jamie's hand laying tentatively on the knob. He swallows and
holds out three fingers, counting down:
Three. Two. One.
On 'one', Jamie slowly turns the handle. The click of the
latch dislodging sounds as loud as a whipcrack in the thick
silence.
INT. ABANDONED DINER - DAY
Light, blessed light, fills the front of the diner through
the plate glass windows. Plates of food still lie,
half-eaten, on the tabletops; something that was once a
cashier hovers near the register, still donning its uniform
of a white apron and a white cap. Its hands slap uselessly
at the keys.
Former patrons pace idly, sniffing at plates and groaning
with dissatisfaction, circling around to repeat the cycle ad
infinitum. A waitress with a fist-sized chunk missing from
her calf burbles on the floor. The zombie out front still
bangs its fist on the front door.
Not one of them pays any mind to the kitchen door slowly
parting in the background.
INT. KITCHEN
Daniel flicks a bottle cap out the door, just shy of the
register. It clicks and clatters.
A long moment stretches out, tense as wire. Then comes the
slow plod of footsteps just outside. The shadows of two legs
approach.
Daniel steps back, and so does Jamie, pulling the door back
just wide enough to admit one teenage zombie. Then, when it
steps through, confused but intrigued, he shuts the door
again.
INT. ABANDONED DINER
Quiet, muffled thumps echo from behind the kitchen door. One
zombie raises its head, then drops it again.
The door cracks open again. Another small item flies out - a
nickel, its ring sharper and more metallic. One of the
customers, an old woman with spectacles the size of a fist,
shuffles after it.
The door clicks closed again. Thump. Thump. Silence.
Once more. Another coin. An old man with more hair on his
body than his head lurches, gait ungainly, toward the
source.
Thump. Thump. Rattle. The distant sound of a body hitting a
shelf. A faint curse. And then, like a crash of thunder,
pots and pans and more, clattering to the floor, an
explosion of noise.
That gets their attention.
JAMIE
(muffled, from the other
room)
Shit!
A loud, heavy, strangely-metallic thunk follows. Then Jamie
and Daniel burst out from the kitchen, Daniel holding a
stockpot in both hands like a weapon. There's a small dent
in one side.
Lurching toward them, however, is a throng of agitated,
bellowing zombies. And that insistent banging on the door is
finally rewarded - glass shatters. The camera zooms. An
undead man clad head-to-toe in camo print crawls through the
broken glass with a bullheaded determination. And behind
him...
All those loitering zombies from the parking lot.
Daniel swings first, throwing all his weight into it. He
clocks the nearest zombie with the stockpot, but the
momentum doesn't stop him there, and he keeps spinning,
dizzied.
Jamie follows up, beating it away with his crowbar until
something crunches. He stomps on it, head, chest, abdomen,
rage coursing through him, desperate to make it stop moving.
DANIEL
jesus! get offa me!
Jamie spins around - that crawling waitress has made a grab
for Daniel's ankle, bony fingers wrapped in a death grip.
Daniel kicks her away, but to no avail.
JAMIE
Daniel, the pot!
Daniel thinks fast - he hurls the pot straight down at her
head. She gurgles wetly. It's enough to loosen her grip, and
Jamie finishes the job for him.
Daniel's head jerks up.
DANIEL
(alarmed)
behind ya!
Jamie starts to turn, but he doesn't react fast enough - the
man in camo grabs hold of him, dirty fingers stiff as nails,
clawing at his back, his belly, gouging his flesh. Jamie
shouts and throws an elbow back at its face.
It groans and lets go of him to clutch at its newly-broken
nose.
DANIEL
(harshly)
get down!
Jamie drops to his knees, hissing with pain. Above him,
Daniel aims his pistol.
Three shots. Messy. Two wild, one through the brain. He
feels, more than hears, the zombie collapse to the floor.
JAMIE
They're coming through the door!
DANIEL
(laughing raggedly)
one at a time! easy pickin's!
And so they are: as they try to clamber through the broken
glass, Daniel fires upon them, leaving a mound of them piled
atop one another. Until they stop. Until the last of those
haunting groans wheezes out of existence.
Daniel pants, standing over the limp body of one of the
former patrons. Jamie leans against the counter with a hand
pressed to his side.
DANIEL
(out of breath)
think that's it.
JAMIE
(weakly)
Good! Good.
DANIEL
...you good?
JAMIE
Me? Oh, I'm fine. Great, actually.
Jamie straightens up, then winces.
JAMIE
Never been better.
DANIEL
(suspicious)
you hurt?
JAMIE
Just a scratch, buddy. Don't worry
about it.
Daniel narrows his eyes. He stomps over to Jamie with
intent.
DANIEL
show me.
JAMIE
Excuse me?
DANIEL
c'mon.
He reaches for the hem of Jamie's shirt. Jamie firmly tugs
it down, face turning pink.
JAMIE
Wh-- No?
DANIEL
(gruffly)
what're you hidin'?
JAMIE
I'm *fine*.
DANIEL
were you *bit*?
JAMIE
No! Jesus, man! I can take care of
it myself!
Daniel stares at him, something hard and cold in his eyes.
Jamie's mouth flattens, then gives into a frown.
JAMIE
Don't look at me like that. Don't
you trust me?
Daniel averts his gaze, but doesn't answer.
JAMIE
(muttering)
Don't even know why I asked. Here.
Fine.
He yanks his shirt up over his stomach, baring the gash on
his abdomen - four red marks, gouged out by blunt
fingernails. Breaking the skin.
Daniel squats down to get a better look. His fingers brush
against the edge of the wounds, not quite touching them.
Jamie shivers and sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.
DANIEL
don't want that gettin' infected.
JAMIE
I told you I didn't get bit.
DANIEL
(still looking at the
wound, and not at Jamie)
i's just... worried. bites can go
bad fast.
JAMIE
I can take care of it myself.
DANIEL
(finally looking up at
him)
you bring any bandages with you?
Jamie mumbles something that's tantamount to a 'no'.
DANIEL
i did. sit tight.
Jamie has no choice but to sit tight, just as instructed,
while Daniel fishes through his duffle bag. He sets out
rubbing alcohol, some rags, and an ACE bandage.
Jamie bites his lip as Daniel douses a rag in alcohol and
brings it close. His stomach jumps under Daniel's hand.
That's all the warning he gets before it makes contact, and
he hisses, hard.
DANIEL
(deep in thought)
ain't bleedin' too bad.
JAMIE
(tightly)
Great!
He cleans Jamie's wounds with a tenderness and reverence
that forces Jamie to look away. He's not-- He can't bear the
weight of that. Not towards him.
Daniel patches him up and ties that ACE bandage tight.
DANIEL
you're gon' tell me if it gets
worse.
JAMIE
Is that a command, or...?
DANIEL
(pinning him with a dark
stare)
don't go keepin' secrets on me,
jamie.
A shiver crawls down the back of Jamie's neck. He says
nothing.
EXT. ABANDONED DINER - DAY
Thankfully, after their encounter, all is quiet outside. The
van's right where they left it, too.
JAMIE
Honestly, if I start turning, I'd
rather you just get it over with.
DANIEL
jamie, c'mon.
JAMIE
What? I'm just being pragmatic.
DANIEL
let's not-- ion't wanna talk about
it.
JAMIE
It's important!
DANIEL
(heading for one of the
abandoned cars, instead
of their van)
what's important right now is
gettin' some gas.
JAMIE
(following him)
And how do you propose we do that?
DANIEL
gimme that hose you picked up.
Jamie fishes out said hose and hands it to him, perplexed.
Daniel kneels at the side of a black sedan and unscrews the
gas cap.
JAMIE
(folding his arms,
slightly amused)
You know, I've heard of rednecks
siphoning gas, but I've never
actually seen it.
DANIEL
(coldly)
you wanna run that one past me
again?
JAMIE
Ha. Uh. Never mind.
Jamie fidgets as Daniel threads the hose into the tank. He
attempts a more conciliatory tack.
JAMIE
Kinda thought there would be more
tools involved.
DANIEL
gotta make a vacuum.
JAMIE
(uncertain)
Okay... Makes sense.
Daniel then puts his mouth on the other end of the hose and
sucks, hollowing his cheeks. Jamie stares at him,
bewildered. A transparent fluid crawls up the hose, visible
through the clear plastic, and Daniel spits the hose out
before it makes its way to the end. It splashes out into the
gas can at Daniel's feet.
JAMIE
You're gonna give yourself brain
damage doing that, you know that?
DANIEL
huh?
JAMIE
Siphoning gas with your *mouth*.
DANIEL
(looking at Jamie like
he's stupid)
you don't drink it.
JAMIE
You don't-- You don't have to drink
it for it to be bad for you! The
fumes, man!
DANIEL
ain't hardly nothin'. if you hang
out in a garage, you get about the
same amount. just don't chug it.
JAMIE
I don't fucking believe you.
DANIEL
there's literally zombies out here,
jamie. little gas ain't gonna kill
me.
JAMIE
Oh, come on, that doesn't mean it's
*good* for you.
DANIEL
(flatly, getting to his
feet)
you got any better ideas, city boy?
JAMIE
I thought we were past that!
DANIEL
rednecks don't forget.
Jamie glares at him, feeling abashed but not enough to
apologize.
JAMIE
I'm gonna see if anybody left their
doors unlocked. Have fun.
Daniel grunts.
One of the cars has its rear doors left unlocked, so Jamie
hops in and crawls up to the front. Pencils... a road map...
a quarter. A cheap little first aid kit. And a small bottle
of Old Forester tucked in the glovebox. Jamie mouths 'nice'
before pocketing it, along with the rest.
When he emerges, Daniel's nowhere to be found. Again.
JAMIE
(loudly)
Okay, this wasn't funny the first
time. Where are you?
In response, only a faint, unintelligible mumbling. Jamie's
blood runs cold - he slams the door behind him, picking up
his pace toward that black sedan -
Where Daniel rests on one knee, struggling not to crumple to
the ground.
DANIEL
(weakly)
'm fine.
Jamie rushes to his side, laying a hand on his shoulder.
JAMIE
Daniel, what *happened*? I was gone
for two seconds!
DANIEL
ain't that bad. just... catchin' my
breath.
JAMIE
(slowly)
What do you mean, 'ain't that bad'?
DANIEL
i ain't bit. just...
He moves his arm away from where he's clutching his stomach.
A dark pool of blood blossoms on the front of his hoodie.
JAMIE
(panicking)
You didn't tell me you got hurt!
DANIEL
(hoarsely)
didn't seem that bad. not 'til i...
got on. my knees.
JAMIE
Oh my God. Why did you-- why didn't
you--
DANIEL
i was fine.
JAMIE
All that bullshit about keeping
secrets-- Daniel, you're bleeding
through your fucking clothes! Get
real!
Daniel leans his head against his arm, shielding his eyes
from the light.
JAMIE
Okay. Okay. I can save 'chewing you
out' for later. We need to go. You
need to-- you need to lay down.
DANIEL
(woozy)
jus' gotta change my bandages. is
all.
JAMIE
Your bandages-- Wait, did you-- Was
this from--
DANIEL
(interrupting him)
i'll get us home.
JAMIE
Oh, no no no no no. You're taking
the backseat, buddy. I'll drive.
DANIEL
'm fine to drive.
JAMIE
(humoring him)
It's not that I don't believe you,
buddy. I'm just-- I'm not buying
that you're *good*.
Jamie kneels down next to Daniel, worry lining his face. He
smooths back Daniel's hair.
JAMIE
(voice unsteady)
I'm gonna get you home, okay?
Just-- here, lean on me. I'll get
you home.
Daniel's so far gone that he does as he's told without
protest. Jamie lays him in the back of the van, glances
worriedly at him in the rear view mirror, and floors it back
home.