Page 1

NATALY looking over her shoulder with a frightened look.

Wide view; NATALY running down an alleway

NATALY stumbling over trash at the end of the alleyway

NATALY fallen on the ground stomach down, but propping herself up to rollover

Page 2

Wide view; NATALY rolls over stomach up, her arms stretched back so that she is propped up and scrambling back as a Corrupted looms over her

Silhouette of NATALY on the ground with the Corrupted on top of her as blood sprays from the head/mouth looking as if the Corrupted had bitten NATALY

NATALY pushes the Corrupted's limp body off of her

ANDREW is looking down with his arm at a right angle holding up a smoking handgun

Close up; ANDREW's hand grasping NATALY's, helping her up

Page 3

ANDREW standing with NATALY stabilizing her by the arm.

ANDREW
You okay?

NATALY
I-I think so.

ANDREW helping NATALY with her arm over his shoulders.

ANDREW
Listen, we've got to get somewhere safe okay?

NATALY
Mhm...

ANDREW
(Cont)
Stay with me.

Close up on NATALY with her eyes nearly closed.

ANDREW
(OP)
Come on. You can't sleep now.

ANDREW is carrying NATALY in his arms

Looking up at ANDREW through a small opening as if through NATALY's closing eyes

Page 4

ANDREW is sitting over NATALY who is laying on a cot inside of a basement

Looking up at ANDREW

ANDREW
Finally you're awake.

Looking down on NATALY's face

NATALY
Wh-where am I?

ANDREW
(OP)
My humble home, or at least it has been for the last few weeks.

Pile of canned and dried food

ANDREW
Got about two weeks worth of supplies...

NATALY lying on the cot

ANDREW
(OP)
...and a comfortable place to sleep.

NATALY sitting up next to ANDREW

NATALY
I-I don't even know who you are.

ANDREW
Name's Andrew.

NATALY
(cont)
Why are you here? I mean, why didn't you leave with the rest?

Page 5
Close up of ANDREW

ANDREW
Truth is, it was my mom...

ANDREW walking up the stairs with a tray carrying a small cup of pills and a glass of water

Five weeks ago

Looking over MOM, laying on the bed, to the door

ANDREW
*Knock-knock*

MOM
Com-*cough* Come in.

ANDREW sitting on the bed's edge preparing MOM's medicines.

ANDREW
You feeling all right?

MOM
Of course dear.

ANDREW extends a glass of water and the small cup of pills

ANDREW
Make sure you take all of these.

ANDREW gets up to leave

MOM
Before you leave, could you turn on the TV for me?

Page 6

Close up on the remote turning on the TV

TV screen displaying a newscast with the headline story "The Corrupted" with the corrupteds' picture next to the title

ANDREW
(OP)
What the hell?

TV screen with images of the police fighting off the corrupted.

ANCHOR
Their origins as well as their motives remain unknown, but we do know they are extremely violent.

TV screen with small image of corrupted and the Anchor broadcasting

ANCHOR
Police are urging all civilians to lock up their houses and remain inside.

MOM looking at the back of ANDREW as he blocks the TV

MOM
What's going on dear? You know I can't hear well.

Page 7

MOM's house with a group of corrupted outside

Two weeks ago

From the Attic we see ANDREW's head and arm reaching through grabbing a handgun and clips.

Over MOM on the bed we see ANDREW closing the door

ANDREW pulls the vanity in front of the door.

Page 8

A CORRUPTED's hand breaks through the front door.

MOM
(OP)
Listen Andrew.

A CORRUPTED has its body half way through the door.

MOM
(OP)
You have taken care of me long enough.

The CORRUPTED climbing the stairs

MOM
(OP)
Now hand it to me.

The CORRUPTED outside of the bedroom door

MOM
(OP)
I told you where to find it, now hand it to me!

ANDREW hands MOM the handgun.

MOM
(OP)
It's time for you to take care of yourself.

ANDREW
Mom, no!

Page 9

MOM laying on the bed with a bullet hole in her forehead.

ANDREW weeping over MOM's body

ANDREW
No mom, no...

The vanity fallen over onto the ground

Close up of ANDREW looking up towards the door

Page 10

Close up of ANDREW taking the gun from his MOM's hand

An open window with the curtains blowing

ANDREW sliding down the roof of his home

ANDREW squatted down with his hands on his head, gun in one hand