The five scramble into the high school corridors, escaping the horde.
Rocky: Let's, um...We'll sneak out the back.
The group runs through the corridors and a lab. The group finally makes it to a set of large double doors and Kyle goes to open it, but it doesn't move.
Kyle: Help me with this.
Shawn, Sarah and Rocky go up to Kyle and shoulder charge the door open and they reach the gym.
Rocky: There's more that way. Barricade the doors.
Kyle, Shawn and Sarah take the shelf, with some sort of mattress rolled up in it, and barricaded the door.
Sarah: This isn't gonna hold them for long.
The five take a deep breath until they hear a loud noise.
Shawn: That doesn't sound good.
The group looks to their left and a Bulker, a large, grotesque infected, burst through door of the weight room.
Sarah: Oh, no....
Rachel: What the fuck is that thing?!
Rocky: It's a goddamn Bulker!
Kyle, Shawn, Sarah and Rocky pull out their guns.
Rachel: A what?
Kyle: Rachel, get down!
The four start to fire at the Bulker.
Sarah: Kyle! Do you still have the molotov?
Kyle nods as he pulls the molotov out of his backpack, lights up the bottle and throws it at the monster. As the bottle hits the Bulker, it catches on fire and roars in pain. The fire engulfs the monster while they shoot at it repeatedly until it, finally, falls over dead.
Rachel: Holy....what was up with that big thing?
Kyle: He's been infected for years. We call them Bulkers.
Shawn: It's funny....we get rid of the Krens and the infected numbers keep rising.
Sarah: Tell me about it.
Rocky: I'm sorry as a Asian hooker on a Sunday to interrupt your science lesson, but I'd like to focus on something more important like getting the fuck outta here.
Shawn: I second that.
Kyle, Shawn and Sarah run over to the bleachers.
Kyle: Let's go, guys!
The three boost Rocky up.
Rocky: Okay, here we go.
Rocky gets on top of the bleachers.
Rocky: Alright. Come on, Rachel.
Rocky kneels down and holds his hand out. Rachel jumps up, grabs his hand was pulled up.
Kyle: You next, Sarah. Go ahead.
Sarah runs up and grabs Rocky's hand as he pulls her up then they turn around and help Kyle up. Kyle and Sarah turn and help Shawn up onto the bleachers. Then they run over and vault through a window and start to run towards the opening of a fence.
Rocky: Come on!
The group comes up to a wooden fence.
Rachel: There's another ladder over here.
Rachel points at a ladder, leaning against the fence.
Sarah: Keep going, we're behind you!
Rocky and Rachel go up the ladder and over the fence, Kyle, Shawn and Sarah follow. As they make it over, Rocky uses a rake and shoves the ladder away from the fence.
Shawn: In the fucking house! Now!
The five of them run inside.
Rachel: Well, that was fun.
Kyle and Sarah give Rachel exasperated looks.
Rachel: Okay, ah. I'll go check the side of the house.
Rachel walks away.
Kyle: Rocky?
Rocky: Simple; someone had the same idea and stole my shit.
Shawn: Then what the fuck is plan B?
Rocky: Be thankful you're still standing. That plan A to fucking Z.
Sarah sighs and turns around and sees something that makes her stop in her tracks. In front of her, a woman's body on the ground, a self-inflicted gunshot to the head and dried blood on the ground.
Rocky: And furthermore, if you guys hadn't thought about bringing this kid with, Caleb would-
Sarah: Guys....
Kyle: Don't you bring Caleb into this!
Kyle and Rocky get into each other's face as Shawn gets in between them.
Shawn: Guys, chill! Out!
Sarah: Guys!
Rocky: He'd-
Kyle: He's got nothing to do with--!
Sarah: GUYS!
The three men stopped shouting at each other and they see the body.
Kyle: Jesus.
Shawn: Fuck.
Kyle walks up next to Sarah, who places her hand over her mouth as Rocky looks at the body in utter shock.
Shawn: What? You know this woman or something?
Rocky: Faith.
Sarah: Who the hell's Faith?
Sarah removes her hand away from her mouth.
Rocky: She was my-we were together....then we broke up. She's got bites. Here. And....
Rocky's voice is full of tears, as he points to different parts of Faith's body. Sarah walks up to Rocky and places a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Sarah: I guess, seeing as how there's a empty gun, she didn't want to turn, so she...
Rocky: Yeah. Guess not.
Rocky gives a quick nod. He takes a few deep breathes then looks over at Sarah, Shawn and Kyle.
Rocky: Well, fuck the bitch.
Suddenly, they hear the sound of a pickup starting up. The men and Sarah look at each other then rush to the garage.
Rachel: Look what I found. Still got some power.
The four adults see her on the driver's seat and Rocky goes to the hood of the truck.
Rocky: She took my battery. The fuckin bitch.
Then Rocky shuts the hood and looks at Rachel.
Rocky: Get out. Get the fuck out.
Rachel: Okay, I heard you the first time, prick.
Rachel moves out of the seat. Rocky gets in and starts the ignition, making a noise like it wanted to start, but can't.
Rocky: Batteries drained, but I think the cells are alive.
Sarah: Meaning?
Rocky: Meaning we push it, get it started and let the alternator recharge the battery.
Rocky gets out of the seat.
Kyle: Is that your guess?
Rocky goes to the hood again.
Rocky: Look, you wanted a plan B. You got it. Right here.
Then Rocky goes back to the hood of the truck.
Shawn: What're you guys thinking?
Rachel walks back to the driver's seat.
Kyle: I'm thinking the kid drives and Rocky and Sarah push. You and I cover them.
Rachel nods as she sits down in the driver's seat.
Sarah: I'm going to look around for supplies.
Kyle: Okay. Be careful.
Sarah stares at Kyle, then starts to walk around the house. Shawn smirks as Kyle turns.
Kyle: What?
Shawn: Nothing.
Sarah looks around and finds a piece of paper on a desk. She picks it up to see it is addressed to Rocky from Faith.
Letter:
Well, Rocky. I doubt you'd ever find this note cause you were too scared to ever make it to this part of town. But if for some reason you did. I just wanted you to know, I hate your rotten ass. I grew tired of your fucking town and your so-called-rules. I wanted more in our relationship and more in life than this and you could never provide. And that stupid battery you were bitching about-I got it cause unlike you I have balls. But that's the bitch of karma, I guess. Still worth it.
Good luck, Faith.
P.S, the head was very disappointing.
Sarah gives the note then towards the direction of the garage. Sarah sighs and pockets it for the time being until she finds a few more supplies. Sarah makes it back to the garage then goes over to Rocky.
Sarah: Rocky, I uh...I found this in there and I...I figured you should have this.
Sarah hands Rocky the letter. He takes it.
Rocky: That's how you feel, huh? You couldn't suck dick anyway, bitch.
Rocky is in slight tears and pockets the letter then sighs.
Rocky: Ready to go?
Shawn: Alright. Let's do it.
The group gets behind the truck and Rocky opens the garage door.
Rocky: Alright, put her in N.
Rachel: Already did.
Rocky: Just keep your foot off the accelerator and when we get to the hill...
Rocky comes to the back of the truck.
Rachel: I know how to drive, dude.
Rocky: How the hell do you--? You know what I don't give a shit. Just don't fuck it up!
Kyle, Shawn, Sarah and Rocky starts to push the truck out.
Sarah: Alright, Rachel, get ready...
They get outside.
Kyle: Now!
Shawn: Hit it! Hit it, kid!
The truck rolls down the driveway. Rachel tries to start the truck but nothing happens as the truck stops in the middle of the road.
Rocky: Nice. Hey-nice job, kid.
The four adults run over to the truck.
Shawn: Rocky, you're not helping.
Sarah: It's okay, Rachel.
Kyle: We're gonna give it another go. Just focus!
The four adults push it again.
Rachel: Guys! On your right!
The men and Sarah look over to see some runners heading towards them.
Sarah: Shit.
Kyle: We got you covered.
Kyle and Shawn climb on the bed of the truck and pulls out the shotgun.
Shawn: You two keep pushing, we'll take care of this.
Kyle and Shawn aim their guns and shoot at a few infected, also using their machetes and take them down.
Rocky: You guys have really fucked up my day, you know that, Sarah, huh?
Shawn: Oh, please. We interrupted your porn time! You weren't that busy!
Rocky: I was almost half way done!
Kyle: Guys! Not the time for this conversation!
Sarah: Yeah, I really don't wanna hear this while pushing a truck!
Rocky and Sarah continue to push while Kyle and Shawn look around, keeping an eye out for any more infected.
Kyle: Alright, Rachel, get ready!
Sarah: Brace yourself, boys!
Kyle and Shawn sit down and the truck hurtles down the small hill.
Shawn: Alright, kid, start her up.
Immediately, the truck comes to alive.
Shawn: Nice!
Sarah and Rocky run towards the truck and jump into the bed with Kyle and Shawn.
Rocky: Go! Go!
Kyle: Floor it!
Rachel accelerates the truck and they get away, just in time before more infected head their way.
Rocky: Alright, kid. This'll do! Stop!
Rachel drives for a few minutes, before she stops the truck as Kyle turns.
Kyle: Just keep her on, okay?
Rachel nods as Rocky jumps off of the truck.
Rocky: That kid almost got us killed.
Everyone else gets out of the truck as well.
Shawn: You gotta admit. For a kid, she held her own.
Rocky laughs.
Rocky: You're all gonna die out there.
Rocky starts to walk away.
Rocky: Oh, oh, ah...Here.
Rocky tosses Kyle a siphon.
Sarah: What's this?
Sarah looks at it.
Rocky: I assume you all know how to siphon gas, right?
Shawn: Right.
Sarah: Look, Rocky, um, about your.....back there. Uh...that's harsh. And I'm sorry....
Rocky nods.
Sarah: Look, it's hard out here by yourself. We're headed to Taker city if you want in.
Rocky sighs.
Rocky: We even?
Kyle: We are.
Shawn: Yeah.
Rocky: Then get the fuck out of my town.
Rocky walks away. Sarah sighs at this and heads back to the truck, as everyone else hears thunder rolling in the distance. Sarah leans back in the passenger seat and watches the raindrops streak across the window as they hurtled down the road. Shawn looks in the back while Kyle drives.
Rachel: Seriously?!
Everyone jumps, thinking Rachel was asleep.
Kyle: Hey, I thought you were sleeping.
Kyle looks at Rachel through the rearview mirror. Sarah turns her head to the backseat as she sits up holding a Marvel comic book.
Rachel: Okay, so you know how sometimes, a story gets really interesting, but then right there...
Rachel points at the comic strip saying to be continued.
Rachel: Fucking cliffhangers.
Shawn: Where'd you get that?
Rachel looks up at the adults.
Rachel: Uh....
Kyle: You stole it from Rocky's, didn't you?
Rachel: Maybe...
The adults give Rachel a serious look.
Rachel: Okay. Okay. Yes, I stole it from Rocky's place. I mean: he's not gonna need a Marvel comic book.
Sarah places her hands over her eyes and shakes her head.
Shawn: I knew you took something. Least you stole some good reading material. You ask me: Marvel tops DC for sure. Here. Let me see that.
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: What else did you take?
Rachel: Here...You guys gonna get all nostalgic?
Sarah looks to see Rachel holding a cassette tape.
Kyle: Y'know, this is actually before our time. Like before any of us were born
Kyle tapes the tape and looks at it, seeing the date.
Kyle: Here; see the date. March 30th, 1998. Dixie Chicks.
Rachel: The Dixie Chicks?
Kyle puts the tape in and country music, that no one has heard in years, starts to play.
Sarah: Oh, man....fuckin country.
Sarah smiles and bobs her head slightly to the music.
Rachel: Well, I like it.
Sarah: Anything else interesting you get?
Rachel rummages through her backpack.
Rachel: Oh, I'm sure this'll cure Rocky's problem.
Shawn: Mm-hmm.
Rachel pulls out a porno book from her backpack.
Rachel: Not a lot of reading, but great photos.
Sarah: Wait, what're you-Shawn!
Shawn: What?
Sarah: Look what she's reading!
Shawn turns around and sees that Rachel is holding a porno magazine, with a naked woman on the cover.
Kyle: Rachel, now, that's not to be read by kids.
Sarah: Rachel! Listen to Kyle!
Rachel turns the magazine sideways, which reveals a full photo of the woman.
Rachel: Holy-Look at her tits! They're fuckin huge! How the hell did she get them that big?! and how waxed her vagina is!
Sarah: Rachel. Get rid of the fucking-
Kyle: Just-
Sarah: Shawn, do something!
Kyle: What? The kid's gotta learn. Plus, I've got my own reading material!
Sarah: She's fourteen! She shouldn't be reading that shit!
Rachel: I'm just saying the law of physics won't let your tits get that big. I mean, Sarah, your tits aren't even that big.
Sarah: Excuse me?
Rachel: I'm just saying; you're a pretty girl, but...uh.....your breasts could use work.
Shawn snickers as does Kyle.
Rachel: Ha! I made Kyle and Shawn laugh!
Sarah notices Shawn and Kyle both laughing. She then gives Kyle an appalled look, raising her eyebrow.
Sarah: What the fuck are you laughing at?! Do my boobs look like they could use some work?!
Kyle: I mean---Why are you asking me?!
Sarah: You've seen me naked and have had sex with me, several times!
Kyle: I mean, I've liked your boobs.
Sarah: "Liked"? So past tense; you've liked my boobs.
Kyle: Like! I like your boobs!
Shawn: This is now turned awkward.
Sarah sighs.
Sarah: Let me see that.
Shawn: Also, maybe not argue about your sex life with two other people in the car.
Rachel hands Sarah the porno magazine and she reads it over, before looking down at her breasts.
Sarah: First off; this is just plastic surgery, because she's desperate for attention and sex.
Kyle gives a questionable look.
Kyle: I mean....uh....
Kyle eyes at Sarah's rack for a minute.
Sarah: Are you staring at my breasts?
Kyle: Uh...no...no...I'm just looking out the passenger window.
Kyle clears his throat.
Rachel: Okay, can I have the magazine back now?
Sarah raises an eyebrow before rolling down the window.
Rachel: Sarah...Hey...
Sarah throws the magazine out the window.
Rachel: Hey! Hey!
Sarah: Best not to have that image.
Rachel pouts, before Shawn rests his head against the seat. Sarah shakes her head once again as she forward on the middle console.
Shawn: Well, I'm getting some sleep.
Shawn rests his eyes, before Sarah turns to Kyle.
Sarah: You know, if you get tired, then I can take over.
Kyle: I'm fine. You go ahead and get some rest.
Sarah: Fine, but my offer still stands.
Sarah smiles fondly at Kyle.
Kyle: I know.
Sarah looks towards the backseats on the truck and see that Rachel and Shawn had passed out.
Sarah: Thought the kid wasn't tired.
Kyle and Sarah both let out a little laugh. At that moment, Sarah begins to yawn and feels her eyes starting to get heavy.
Kyle: Go ahead and get some rest. It's not gonna hurt my feelings. We're separated, remember?
Sarah frowns a little.
Sarah: Right....
Sarah turns and falls asleep. As she falls asleep, Kyle looks at Sarah's open rack, smirking.
Kyle: Still looks fucking good.