be long-gone.
DANIEL
ambulance.
JAMIE
Yeah, bud. Ambulance.
DANIEL
'bout the same size as our van...
JAMIE
(laughing incredulously)
What, were you gonna try to steal
it?
DANIEL
maybe. if i knew how to hotwire the
damn thing.
JAMIE
I'll keep my eyes peeled for a
"Stealing Cars for Dummies" book.
DANIEL
(defensive)
i know the theory.
EXT. BACKYARD SHED - DAY
On the next property, a rusty, forest-green shed sits as the
crown jewel in a sprawling junkyard. Daniel holds a hand out
in front of Jamie to keep him from walking ahead. Slowly,
they edge past piles of firewood and old tires...
Something clatters. They freeze.
Daniel holds a finger in front of his lips. Sweat beads on
Jamie's forehead.
From behind an old refrigerator, a zombie lurches, empty
antifreeze bottles scattered at its feet. Its eyes are
swollen shut with some foul humor. Daniel weighs each step
carefully, and Jamie follows, weapon at the ready.
But he doesn't need it. Daniel lines up a shot and fires his
pistol clean through its eyeball, steady and swift. He tucks
his gun back in his waistband without fanfare.
Jamie watches it drop to the ground as Daniel heads to the
shed door. Then he hurries to catch up.