EXT. MULDRAUGH, KY - NIGHT
The van winds its way down the road, passing by trailers,
convenience stores, farmer's supply depots, ramshackle
sheds, and open tracts of land. The rumble of the engine
draws the attention of nearby zombies as they pass. The
zombies can't quite keep up, but if Daniel takes his foot
off the gas, they'll converge in a heartbeat.
Daniel keeps accelerating, thundering down the road. The
crowd thins behind him. His headlights blaze a path through
the unending dark. Once the coast seems clear, Daniel slows,
taking refuge behind another trailer. This one stands alone
on the side of the road, affording a clear vantage point.
Daniel and Jamie exit the van and creep toward the door.
It's mercifully unlocked.
INT. ANOTHER TRAILER
Jamie watches Daniel's back as they circle the length of the
trailer, but there's not a soul to be found. The TV's still
on, and a frozen dinner sits on the table, waiting for its
master to return.
JAMIE
(whispering)
Do you think we should be in here?
DANIEL
mm. somethin' ain't right.
Daniel locks the door behind them.
JAMIE
What if they come back?
Daniel just looks at him. Jamie doesn't press it.
Jamie flips through the channels, but there's nothing
relevant on the air. He doesn't understand. How doesn't
anybody *know* about it yet?
Meanwhile, Daniel rustles through the cupboards. They're
barer than Jamie expects, but they still bear fruit in the
form of canned peaches, dried pasta, fresh tomatoes in a
bag. Anything that could feasibly be put to use, Daniel
takes.
Jamie turns down the volume, suddenly paranoid. Then he
systematically goes through the trailer and shuts all the
curtains. Turns off the lights.
Daniel cracks open a can of peaches and goes to town,
stabbing each piece with a pocket knife.
JAMIE
How can you just sit there and--
and-- and eat peaches?!
Daniel shrugs.
DANIEL
(through a mouthful)
pretty easy.