DANIEL
we ain't got time for
'emotionally'. can't sit here and
cry about shit.
Jamie rolls his eyes and folds his arms.
JAMIE
This doesn't bother you, huh?
DANIEL
you can be bothered. long as you
keep your head on straight.
JAMIE
What's your gameplan, then? Since
you don't wanna waste time on
"having feelings about situations".
I, for one, want to go home.
DANIEL
get some supplies. don't get
killed. head outta the city and
wait and see if this blows over.
JAMIE
(derisively)
God, you sound EXCITED about it.
Daniel deliberately sets the pistol on the bed, face flat.
Jamie walks past him toward the kitchen.
DANIEL
(toward Jamie's back)
i ain't happy about this. what the
fuck's wrong with you?
INT. TRAILER KITCHEN
Jamie stops short as he walks in. Two more bodies - one
slumped over the formica table, the other leaning against
the far wall, underneath a broken window. Toothpicks and
spice jars are scattered on the ground. The tell-tale sign
of struggle. There's no broken glass on the inside; the
corpse's fist is bloody and ragged.
JAMIE
(warbling)
Oh, Jesus.
Daniel follows him, not letting the conversation drop.
DANIEL
hey. you really think i'm happy
'bout this?
JAMIE
I'm gonna-- I'm gonna take a
breather. Real quick.
Jamie ducks into the bathroom, which is mercifully devoid of
zombies.
INT. TRAILER BATHROOM