Fountain Of The Dead

[zombie commando]

I believe this was on the old board....but here it is again for you gore hounds out there......

FOUNTAIN OF THE DEAD
by Chris Shaffer

PLEASE DO NOT COPY ANY IDEAS OR CHARACTERS PRESENTED IN THIS STORY!!!!
(All the characters and situations found in this story are copyrighted by Chris Shaffer)

FADE IN:
Ext. Mountain. Night

A group of rugged and sut covered miners warm themselves by a fire in an attempt to ward off the cold air around them. A STRANGER approaches them; his face hidden by the darkness of the night.

STRANGER:
May I?

MINER 1:
Sure, company is always welcome.
(beat)
Cold night huh?

The STRANGER nods his head.

MINER 1:
I was just weaving a tale my mother told me about a ghoul that is suppose to haunt these here mines.

MINER 2:
We've heard that story a thousand times already. We heard all about your ghosts, your goblins, your witches, your undead monsters you seem so fond of trying to scare us with. We ain't biting on your bullshit sandwich. Your stories wouldn't scare three year old pussy cat.

MINER 1:
You got any good stories stranger? It appears my tales have been met with dislike and ridicule. Maybe a fresh batch of tales will make these assholes, and this shit job more tolerable.

STRANGER:
I have one.

MINER 2:
Well, let us have it.

STRANGER:
Be carefull what you ask for, my tale is one of woe and not for the soft hearted. Some of it pains me to recall, but if it pleases you all I will tell it. Every gorey detail will be laid bare. It all began quite a few years back, when the west was newly won.......

CUT TO:
Ext. Desert. Day

NARRATOR:
The desert is a harsh mistress. A hot blooded bitch that takes men, and rattles them at their very core.

An old exhausted man covered in sand and grime slowly makes his way towards an unknown destination as wave after wave of hot, arid, desert air beat down upon his sweaty, tired body. The man squints his tired bloodshot eyes and peers off in to the distance where he sees the wavy image of a fountain surrounded by a grouping of tropical ferns and trees. The man closes his eyes and rubs his sockets with his dirty hands then takes another peer into the distance. The fountain is gone. His pupils roll up into his head and he finally succumbs to exhaustion. Dreamlike images of an old man with no limbs fill his mind along with several closer looks at the fountain that he thought he had seen before.

The man awakens where he passed out strangely rejuvinated. His cloths are soggy with water and his body has been cleansed of all the fith. The man stands up and begins walking through the desert sands again. Flies and insects begin to assault him from every direction. He throws his hands in the air waving madly at the swarm of insects that begin tearing into his moist skin with a thousand groping and prodding appendages. Globs of warm flesh fall to the ground as the man screams out in pain and shock. He passes out yet again.

CUT TO:
title sequence.

The man lays on his back as insects and rodents quickly eat away his outer layers of flesh and sinew. The title and credits of the movie pass over several close up shots of rapid decay. After the credits are completed and the soundtrack stops the man's eyes suddenly burst open. The zombie arrises.

CUT TO:
Ext. Day. Alex's Ranch

NARRATOR:
Some people try and try to hide from the world's problems. They shut themselves off from all creation and drown their tears in rounds of warm beer....but sometimes the drunken haze only invites more stabs of pain to the gulliver.

A young shirtless man spins in circles in the middle of a group of dead cattle bodies festering in the bright desert sun. The man pores what remains of his bottle of warm whiskey over his head, then walks over to the porch of hus ranch and lays down.

In the distance an old silver haired PRIEST struggles to haul the draping body of a young and beautifull blonde vixen as he passes the perimeter of a ranch full of dead and bloated cattle. He finally reaches the rusted out and weathered wooden building in the middle of the ranch and notices a passed out man on the porch curling an empty bottle of whiskey in his arms. The man's face is dotted with dirt and spoardic patches of stubble. The PRIEST stops short of the crooked porch and lets out a sigh. Suddenly the drunken man leaps upright brandishing some pistols....

ALEX (drunkenly):
You'll never get the jump on me...fucking bandit.
(beat)
Shouldn't of sat up so fast.....drinking muscles failing me.

The man grabs his head then passes back out at the PRIEST's feet spewing vomit all over the PRIEST's shoes on his way down.

PRIEST (to himself):
Oh lord, sometimes you test me so. Of all the people in the world you lead me to the drunkest.

The PRIEST carries the body of the blonde maiden beyond the drunk man and disappears into the shadow of the decrepid building's interior.

CUT TO:
Int. Night. Alex's Ranch

ALEX awakens slowly from his intoxicated haze. He sits up and rolls his legs from his bed. The PRIEST is cooking a stew and singing several hyms. His dialect is rich with European flavor. In the bed across the room the lady rests with her back turned to both ALEX and the PRIEST; only her golden curls are visible in the flickering light of the fire that illuminates the room. ALEX lunges at the PRIEST and grabs the PRIEST by the collar.

PRIEST (choking a bit from ALEX's grip):
Welcome back to the land of the living my son. You have drunken enough devil juice to kill 2 oxes. You should be resting your head. I would not want you to accidently ruin another pair of my shoes hehe.

ALEX releases the PRIEST.

NARRATOR:
His name was Alex, he was a crazy fucker for sure. Years of harsh temperment and of drowning his guts in whiskey made him one raw dog.

ALEX:
Got it out of my system, now for my hangover cure.

ALEX grabs a dirty bottle of whiskey sitting next to his night stand and takes a swig. The PRIEST shakes his head.

ALEX:
What brings you out to these parts old timer?

PRIEST:
I am on a quest. A quest for the holy fountain of Christ that provides eternal life for whomever may drink from it's fresh waters. Here look!

The old man quickly whips an old ancient document illustrated with the picture of Christ above a huge fountain and places it in front of ALEX's face. ALEX barely glimpses at the paper and pushes it away quickly.

ALEX:
No, what brings you intruding into my cabin?

PRIEST:
My companion in this perilous Holy journey has passed out from the desert heat. We seek refuge for the night. Tommorrow we will be gone and not bother you any longer.
(beat)
Would you care for some soup?

ALEX:
No, I have to water the daisies.

PRIEST:
I do not recall seeing any daisies around here...you must still be drunk.

ALEX gets up and stumbles outside. He unzips his pants and sends a stream of piss arcing off his porch. Behind him he hears a female voice.

ANGELICA (groggily):
Where...where am I father?

PRIEST:
Be still my dear and rest, you are safe for now.

ANGELICA:
My head hurts....what happend?

PRIEST:
The desert, it's heat overcame you. Here have some of this.

The PRIEST hands the young woman a bowl of soup. She pours it down her throat; some of the concoction dribbles down her chin which she wipes away with her sleeve quickly.

ANGELICA:
Who is the owner of this establishment.

ALEX walks back into the room.

ALEX:
I am maam.

NARRATOR:
Her name was Angelica. A true angel set foot in the world of men. She had brains too. Quite a nice package all together.

ANGELICA:
We thank you for your kindness sir.

ALEX looks up and sees the young woman's face for the first time since her arrival. His mouth goes agape with awestruck.

ALEX:
Well slap my ass and call me rosey.......

ANGELICA (uneasily):
What?

ALEX:
If you don't mind me saying so you strike a remarkable resemblence to my estranged wife.

ANGELICA:
You are married sir?

ALEX:
Yes, but she left me long ago. She fell for a young carpetbagger, a snake oil salesman named Luke that came here while I was gone tending to the herd. He promised to show her the world, I only promised to remain faithfull to her forever.

ANGELICA:
I am sad to hear that that dreary circumstance has met you sir.

ALEX:
Don't be sorry, she was a bitch. It's just your face, you look just like her. I'll be damned if you two aren't related somehow.

ANGELICA:
Well what was her name?

ALEX:
Her name was Eden.

ANGELICA:
I am sorry mister but I have not heard of anybody named Eden in any part of my family tree.

ALEX:
So the good father here has told me you two are searching for some fountain in the middle of the desert.

ANGELICA:
Yes mister, but my quest for this fountain differs from Father Rhodes, my search is a scientific one. I wish to find and document the validity of the claims that this fountain indeed carries the blood of Christ, and that it posses some sort of power to restore life and vigor to the people that drink from it.

ALEX:
Sounds like religous mumbo jumbo bullshit to me.

[zombie commando]

PRIEST:
Oh I assure you my sources are impeccable. Long ago my ancestors fled the old world with a vial that contained the very blood that our savior Jesus Christ bled as he was tortured for man's sin. They traveled deep into the American wilderness and with the help of some natives built a fountain somewhere in this desert. They poured the vial of Christ's blood into the fountain, and drank from it's golden waters. The power of our Lord entered them and gave them long lasting and healthy lives. My family has passed this story down from generation to generation and now it falls on me to find this fountain and share the power of our Lord with the rest of the world.

ANGELICA:
Father Rhodes has come all the way across the sea to America in search for this magical fountain. His journeys have led him to the Bureau of Security in New York City. From there my superiors have dispatched me to help Father Rhodes find this fountain of youth and return with several canteens of it's "holy" waters.
(break)
Although I do not agree with the religious implications that this fountain's existence may suggest, being a woman of science I am compelled to learn more about it's unique healing abilities. If the legend holds up it could be for the betterment of all of America.

ALEX:
Crazy people chasing crazy shit.

ANGELICA:
So I take it you will be staying here, in this mockery of a cattle ranch instead of leaving with us and aiding us in our journey.

ALEX:
This place, this ranch doesn't look like much but it is all that I've got; my personal paradise. Plus the desert is full of assholes looking to start trouble.

ANGELICA:
I am sure we can deal with whatever comes our way.

ALEX moves closer to ANGELICA.

ALEX:
Take a good look at these scars. These trenches weren't carved by the nice folks willing to give safe passage!

ANGELICA:
I would rather risk my life out there than stay here for another minute in squalor with a coward such as yourself.

PRIEST:
Oh...come along now child...she doesn't mean it good sir. She is just blinded by devotion to our holy cause.

ALEX:
Tommorrow I will provide you with a carriage and some horses so you don't have to travel on foot. But I never want to see the likes of you two again....I don't want you coming back here bloody and downtrodden telling me I was right.

PRIEST:
Come now. We are all probably tired and irritable. Let us all get some sleep now.

ALEX lays back down in his crickety old bed. ANGELICA rolls over on her mattress and lays her head back upon her silky white pillow. The PRIEST blows out the gentle flames dancing on the lit candles. All goes dark.

[zombie commando]

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. Desert.

A small party of wranglers huddle around a warm campfire for protection from the bitter cold desert air. One man turns when he hears a small crackle in the distance. He returns his gaze to the fire before him dismissing the sound untill he hears the noise again, this time louder than before. The wrangler gets up and picks a lit stick from the pile of wood resting in the campfire. He turns around beating back the darkness with the light from his makeshift torch.

WRANGLER:
Hello?

The wrangler hears another noise, this time it resembles a low, and grisley moaning. The man walks away from the circle of wranglers surrounding the fire and into the desert closer and closer to the source of the low moaning. The moaning stops when he seems to be almost upon it; after it has reached it's peak. The man point his torch in ever direction trying to uncover the source of the noise from the darkness of the desert. Suddenly when he is about to give up he hears the moaning again, moves his torch in that direction and the silhoette of a man face down in the dirt is revealed.

WRANGLER (walking closer):
Sir? Are you all right?

The wrangler reaches down and turns over the man and is greeted by a ghastly decayed visage. Maggots and worms seep from the rotten body's orifaces upon distruption. The corpse lunges forward at the wrangler taking a deep bite out of his arm. CRUNCH! The man falls down screaming and clutching his wound. The zombie drags himself through the sand toward his victim and takes another bite out of the man, this time he gets a chunk of meat out of his leg. The wranglers in the distance are suddenly alerted by their companions hellish screams of terror and rush to his aid. They come upon him as the zombie digs his fingers deep into their buddy's stomach ripping out intestines and causing a fountain of blood to color the desert sand crimson red. One wrangler quickly pulls his pistol and fires it. BAM!! The zombie's rotten head explodes in a confetti of flesh. The zombie's body falls limp to the desert floor and all of the wranglers fill it's body with a barrage of bullets ensuring it's demise. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Suddenly their buddy's body leaps up and takes a bite out of his former coworker's neck! BLAM! The man turns around holding his bleeding neck and fires a bullet directly into his exfriend's face sending his head snapping violently backward. The newly undead being spits the bullet casing out on the ground along with several teeth and part of his tongue and lunges back at his coworkers. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The night is lit up with an orchestra of gunshots, and screams.

CUT TO:
Ext. Alex's ranch. Day.

ANGELICA awakens with the bright morning light blinding her eyes. She pulls he stiff body out of bed and walks outside. The PRIEST and ALEX are loading up a carriage with provisions.

PRIEST:
Look who has decided to join us!

ALEX:
What kind of man would I be had I stayed here and left an old man and a delicate lady face the dangers of the desert alone?

ANGELICA sees ALEX load several rifles, pistols, and ammunition into the back of the carriage.

ANGELICA:
You aren't actually bringing those brutish weapons along are you?

ALEX:
Well in case we run into some trouble I don't expect they will be scared away with harsh language do you lady?

ANGELICA:
Bring along your toys if you must, just keep those ghastly devices away from me.

ANGELICA gets into the front of the carriage. The PRIEST and ALEX share glances and finish up loading the carriage then jump aboard after ANGELICA. ALEX grabs the reins for the 2 horses in front of him and with a loud startling yell the trio are off on their journey.

PRIEST:
See Angelica, we have our own guardian angel sent to us from God hehe.

ANGELICA:
If that's what you want to call it.

ALEX:
Where are we going father?

PRIEST (pulling out a compass):
North, we go north.

ALEX:
How do you know where this fountain is?

PRIEST (tapping his head):
It's all up here.

ALEX:
North it is.

The carriage carries on it's journey throughout the day and into the night.

NARRATOR:
Alex couldn't sit behind on that ranch and rot away into eternity by himself. No matter how hard we try we are always pulled toward the collective masses. Plus Alex couldn't have his conscious weigh down on his soul any longer. They say that fish must always move to stay alive. The same can be said about humans.

[zombie commando]

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. desert.

The trio have set up a small camp site consisting of several sleeping bags layed in the dirt for the night. The PRIEST begins to collect shrubs and sticks.

ALEX:
What are you up to father?

PRIEST:
Collecting fuel for the fire.

ALEX:
Oh no, we can't afford to garner any attention. Best to not make a fire out in these parts.

ANGELICA:
What do you mean no fire? Are we to freeze in this barren wasteland?

ALEX:
Unless you feel like getting your throats cut by unwanted guests looking to rob us I suggest you do as I say and rough it out princess.

ANGELICA lets out a sound of sheer disgust and the group remains quiet under the shimmering stars of the cool desert night. After awhile ALEX begins to slowly fall asleep. He begins to dream that he is laying next to his wife. He dreams he is resting next to EDEN. He rolls out of his sack, and moves in for a kiss. SMACK!! ALEX gets a huge slap across the face.

ANGELICA:
What are you doing??!!

ALEX:
Sorry, sometimes I get confused. I thought you were my wife.

ANGELICA:
Rest assured I am not.

ALEX gets back into his sleeping bag. Just as he is about to pass into slumberland he hears the sound of someone trampling a bush close to their occupation. His eyes go wide and he tries to peer into the dark. He senses some movement and jumps out of his bag.

ALEX:
Angelica, Father Rhodes, Get your asses up right now.

ANGELICA:
Please you paranoid petty man, go back to your sleeping bag and try to get some sleep.

ALEX (nudging her sleeping bag with his foot):
Get up there is someone......out...there....

A zombie springs from the darkness. It grabs ANGELICA's sleeping bag and starts dragging it away like a bag of goodies. ANGELICA writhes and screams inside. ALEX unholisters his sidearm and begins firing at the zombie. CRACKACRACK! Bullets blast through the zombie arms severing them both. The zombie looks down at it's nubs in confusion and ALEX sends another bullet through the zombie's skull causing it to collapse to the ground.
ANGELICA rips out of her sleeping bag.

ALEX:
Tough fuckers.

ANGELICA:
What in the heck is.......

ALEX puts a finger up to her lips and hushes her mid sentence. A symphony of howling surrounds them, a chorus of the undead.

ALEX:
Let's get the hell out of here.

ANGELICA:
I agree.

ALEX:
For once.

PRIEST (emerging from his bag):
What is that awefull howling I wonder?

ALEX:
Move your ass old man let's go!

PRIEST:
Let me gather my things.

The PRIEST leans down and starts rolling his sleeping bag up for travel when a decaying hand reaches out from the darkness and grabs him by the throat. SPLURCH! The PRIEST quickly grabs his cross and imbeds it in the zombie's eye socket. The zombie lets go of him and stumbles backwards struggling to yank the cross out of his skull. The PRIEST runs away and jumps into the carriage.

PRIEST:
What are you all waiting for let's go!

ALEX and ANGELICA jump in the carriage and ALEX takes the reins. The horses start running and suddenly come to a halt; a wall of writhling undead stand in their path. The carriage turns around and heads in the opposing direction and is blocked by yet another wall of zombies.

PRIEST:
We are surrounded!

ANGELICA:
What...what has happend to them?

ALEX:
You're the scientist, you tell me.
(beat)
Looks like they got some disease or something.

PRIEST:
Continue your journey without me my children. Continue north, the fountain is there. It is time for me to do God's work.

The PRIEST gets off the carriage.

ALEX:
Now is not the best time for a Sunday stoll!!!!

The PRIEST begins to sing some hyms and walk towards the ever enclosing zombie horde.

ALEX:
I knew he was a bit touched.

ANGELICA:
What's he doing? Father? FATHER!!??

ALEX:
The damn fool is sacrificing himself so we can get through!!

The PRIEST walks into the zombie wall. Undead hands grab and pull a his clothes. The group drag him down to the dirt and tear his screaming mass into pieces. SPLORK!! Arms, legs, and intestines are pulled away from the the PRIEST and quickly feasted on.

ALEX:
HIYAW!!!!!

ALEX sends the carriage rushing towards the opening the PRIEST's sacrifice created. The horses charge through the zombie masses, running over a few as they madly dash for freedom. One of the horses buckles as a zombie gets caught between it's legs. It struggles of get up as some zombies begin to tear into its warm flesh. ALEX quickly cuts it reins loose with a hunting knife.

ALEX:
God damn it. I finally find a good fucking horse and a bunch of shitheads eat it for diner. Damn shame!
(beat)
Angelica scoot your ass up on the other horse now!

ANGELICA quickly climbs on the other horse's back. BOOF! BOOF! ALEX unloads a few rounds on the zombies dining on his horse then jump on the back of the unharmed steed and kicks it in it's side. The horse gallops away quickly leaving the mass of wailing undead behind them. The two continue to ride throughout the night, never speaking a single word between them. ANGELICA gentley weeps as she mourns for the death of the PRIEST untill sleep and exhaustion finally overtake her.

In the distance the sand begins to shift. A DARK MAN emerges up out of the dirt as if he is walking up from a stairway to Hell itself. He stops and watches the couple escape the zombie onslaught and lets out a low and eery chuckle as he lights a cigar that illuminates the features of his decaying face. Zigzag patterns of stitches etch across his skin, holding his body together along with various dirty bandages. He is a modern day walking mummy.

[zombie commando]

Well I'll post the rest of this beast if anybody cares. I also warn any of you future movie makers to not steal my ideas, I am getting a copyright on this thing.....

[zombie commando]

Oh yeah......here's the movie poster.....

[Midnight Wolfie]

I like the story....the poster is well done. Better get that copyright :)

[FTL]

Originally posted by zombie commando
Oh yeah......here's the movie poster.....

I remember that poster. Good stuff.

And don't worry about your material being copied. No one would want to take that complete and utter shit you call a screenplay and pass it off as their own.

..I remember reading it back when you first posted it on the old board. Very original from what I recall.

[Jackolantern99]

Wow. De ja vu, indeed...

[zombie commando]

Originally posted by FTL
I remember that poster. Good stuff.

And don't worry about your material being copied. No one would want to take that complete and utter shit you call a screenplay and pass it off as their own.

..I remember reading it back when you first posted it on the old board. Very original from what I recall.

Thanks....I think. I don't believe I posted the whole thing last time. I believe I just gave a snippet out.

[Beau]

Very good Zombie Commando.

[zombie commando]

CUT TO:
Ext. day. desert.

ANGELICA leaps awake suddenly. She is still on the back of the horse with ALEX.

ALEX:
Bad dream?

ANGELICA:
I had dreamt something most disturbing; a savage pack of cannibals with a disease of some dreaded sort attacked us during the night.

ALEX:
That was no dream sweatheart. Welcome back to harsh reality.
(beat)
Look there's a town up yander, we should stop in and get some provisions.

ANGELICA:
What if they are infected with that horrible virus?

ALEX:
Then I'll use this.

ALEX lifts up his rifle.

ANGELICA:
That's reassuring.

ALEX:
I saved our hinds last night didn't I?

ANGELICA:
No, Father Rhodes saved our hinds.
(beat)
I have a bad feeling about this, who knows how many of those awefull monsters are out there. They looked dead, but it's impossible, they still walked and moved as if they were alive.

The duo pass a dog laying by the side of the dirt path they are following into the town. ALEX gets off the horse and approaches the whimpering animal.

ALEX (sniffing):
You smell of blood fella. Couple days old I'd say. Something you got into and scared the jeepers out of you.

ANGELICA:
Not a good sign.

ALEX:
Boy!!!

A young boy sees the horse and the riders approaching. He runs up some crooked stairs and into an old beat up church. The young boys runs past several rows of dusty old seats and opens a creaking trap door

BOY (talking into the shadows):
A man and woman approach town.

OMNIMOUS VOICE:
Good...thank you boy...here is the currency I promised...now run along.

A golden coin flies out of the darkness and lands by the BOY's feet. The BOY picks up the coin and runs away.

CUT TO:
Ext. Day. Town

As the ALEX and ANGELICA approach the town they hear loud and lively commotion.

ALEX:
Those aren't the sounds of the diseased.

ALEX stops the horse and ties the reins to a post. ANGELICA stays on.

ALEX:
Well, ya coming?

ANGELICA:
I am not stepping a single foot on the ground untill you discover if any of those things are here or not.

ALEX walks across the dirty barren street that runs through the middle of the town and throws open the doors to the saloon that all the noise and commotion is arrising from. Everything in the saloon goes quiet. ALEX is greeted by the blank stares of bare breasted whores, and gritty unshaven men. Some of the saloons inhabitants are slumped over the edge of the bar in drunken bliss. One man is hurling in the corner.

NARRATOR:
Alex was greeted by all the pleasures of the flesh.....a hive that reaked of booze, and broads.....

ALEX:
My type of place.

The locals go back to their business and ALEX sits down at the bar and orders a drink. After a few moments ANGELICA enters the saloon and is greeted by some winking eyes and laughter. She rushes over to ALEX.

ANGELICA:
What do you think you are doing?

ALEX:
After the events of last night I think I am entitled to a few fucking shots, care for some?

ANGELICA:
Absolutely not.

ALEX:
Suit yourself.

ALEX downs a shot of whiskey and motions to the bartender for 2 more.

ANGELICA:
Have you not forgoten why you came with me and the late Father on this journey? We are exploring a myth of the......

ALEX (interupting):
It's all bullshit lady, there ain't no fountain sitting in the middle of the fucking desert. Plus I am not exactly burning to go anywhere with them diseased folks roaming around.

ANGELICA:
Well the least we should do is warn these people of what lies out there.

ALEX:
Why don't you go ahead and tell them toots.

ANGELICA (loudly):
EXCUSE ME...EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! There are diseased people out there in the desert, they are horribly disfigured and cannibalistic and they could be headed this way. HELLO! ANYONE!

BARTENDER:
Maam I would appreciate it if you don't bug my customers.

ANGELICA:
You don't understand, they ate our friend, they ate our horse.

BARTENDER:
There are a bunch of starving wackos that live out there miss.

ANGELICA:
But they had some sort of disease that rotted their skin horribley. It was something that I as a women of science had never heard nor seen.

BARTENDER:
Small pox ain't new around these parts.

ANGELICA:
I can assure you sir it was not small pox!

BARTENDER:
Please calm down miss. Here you go, on the house, just stop stirring up these folk.

The BARTENDER hands ANGELICA a shot. She pushes it aside in contempt. ALEX happily picks it up and drinks it.

ANGELICA:
Look if you nor your patrons will listen to my pleas then would you kindly point me towards the direction of your sheirrf's office.

BARTENDER:
Sherrif went over to the next town, he should be back later this evening maam.

ANGELICA:
Well that's just splendid. When is the next train out of town?

BARTENDER:
In a month and a half.

ANGELICA:
A month spent in this filth hole is a month too long.

ALEX:
Well your dreams are shattered. Welcome to the party.

ANGELICA:
There is no use in pressing forth. The priest refused to draw a map to where this fountain could be found fearing it would fall into the wrong hands.

ALEX:
Well where are you going to park your ass for a month?

ANGELICA:
I fear I must find habitat in this town untill the train arrives.

ANGELICA sighs, then orders a shot. She tilts it back like a pro. The day carries on into night. The locals jump and dance on the tables of the bar in drunken glee. ANGELICA looks over to ALEX, ALEX turns to look back at her and she quickly looks away. Fiddles are strummed loudly. Everyone in the bar appear happy and content. ANGELICA stares at ALEX again, only this time ALEX hold his gaze upon her beautifull face. He smiles.

[zombie commando]

NARRATOR:
It's funny how a woman can melt the layers of ice one surrounds their hearts with.

Suddenly the doors to the bar fling open. The SHERIFF stands in the doorway, but something is wrong. His face is pale and blood smeared.

BARTENDER:
Sheriff? You okay?

The SHERIFF looks over to the BARTENDER slowly then utters in a grisly voice.

SHERIFF:
Forgive me.

Behind the SHERIFF a line stretches from out of under his shirt and across the street to a detonator. 2 hands of decayed flesh push down the TNT detonator and the SHERIFF errupts in a massive explosion that lights up the night and sends all the patrons of the bar flying backward in a malestorm of splintered wood and glass. BOOOOOOOM! ALEX is knocked out temporarily. He lays on the floor of the bar admiss the wreckage of bodies and ash. He regains consciousness, wipes some blood off of his brow, then drags himself behind the bar and lifts a rifle out of it's stand.

ALEX:
ANGELICA!!!

He hears no replies as he desperately searches for he body. Suddenly a zombie comes charging into the bar and ALEX fires the rifle, blowing a huge whole in the zombie's torso. BBOOOOOFF! A volley of bullets ricochet through the bar from the outside. ALEX gets low to the ground and waits for the gunshots to stop. He sees ANGELICA squriming on the ground in pain in front of him.

ANGELICA:
Wha...wha....ow.......

ALEX:
Stay low babe...stay low.....I'll get us out of this mess.

ANGELICA:
These...these aren't the same diseased people we saw last night.......

ALEX:
What are you on to?

ANGELICA:
Look...look at their incisors....

ANGELICA passes out. Blood trickles down her soft face. ALEX looks at the zombie he just shot that is slowly making it's way back into the bar. It opens it's mouth revealing huge vampire like fangs.

ALEX:
These mothas are mutating or something.

ALEX rushes up to the zombie that entered the bar and turns him around. SCRUNCH! ALEX places his rifle through the hole in the zombie's chest that he blew out and uses the zombie as a body shield as he runs out the door. Outside several of the undead liter the street with pistols drawn and aimed at ALEX. His zombie body shield absorbs some incoming bullets and ALEX let's loose with his own deadly retaliating fire. BOOF! BOOF! BOOF! He spins the zombie body shield around and fires at several enemy zombie gunmen, causing limbs, and skulls to explode in mists of blood.

ALEX:
Yeah fucktards. Taste the ass kicking old Alex has brewing for your rotten asses!

After several fired rounds ALEX's rifle runs dry and he pulls it out of his zombie body shield and pushes the zombie to the ground. ALEX unholsters one of his own side arms and fires it directly into his former shield's face. A zombie behind ALEX fires wildly. CRACK! ALEX fires back with his pistols and sends the zombie flying backward.

Several unarmed zombies close in on ALEX from all directions. He fires madly at them. BAM! BAM! BAM! He goes to reload but drops the bullets as one zombie grabs him from behind. ALEX rips the zombie's arms off and beats back the rest of the horde with the severed appendages. THUD! One zombie picks up a loose board and smacks ALEX in the side of the head. He goes down like a sack of manure.

ALEX reawakens in the middle of the street shackled in chains. Blood trails from his forehead down between his bloodshot eyes. The BARTENDER and several other LOCALs lie on their knees next to him in chains as well. A virtual zombie army surrounds them. They moan and gnash their pointed teeth loudly in a chorus of unholy sounds as ALEX regains consciousness. A darkly clad man stands before them. On chains at the DARK MAN's arm length a beedy eyed man is shackled; his translator.

DARK MAN (in latin):
Today is your lucky day gentlemen. I have selected each of you for my own personal reasons to become one of my honored disciples. Disciples that will take the gift I have given them and be enlightened in God's eternal sunshine. Will you accept my mercy?

LOCAL:
Mercy...yes...YES! I accept your mercy...let me go!!!

DARK MAN (in latin):
Come child, drink from the chalice of God's holyness.

The DARK MAN brings over a chalice full of shimmering water and pours it into the man's throat. The man doubles over in pain as the water hits his stomach. The man shakes and quivers as life leaves his body. The DARK MAN motions to some zombies to unhook the man. One zombie notices the shivering BARTENDER and snaps at him trying to capture a quick bite of flesh.

DARK MAN (in latin):
No FOOL! We need more in our congregation. We need more to flourish and spread God's glory throughout the earth. Leave him be, we have plenty of food.

The DARK MAN motions at some other zombies.

DARK MAN (in latin):
Bring forth the feast.

Some zombies shuffle off and return with a long table and a cage full of several survivors of the explosion at the bar. ANGELICA is included among the cage's frightened and bruised inhabitants. The zombies set the cage down and place the long table and several chairs in the center of the town's street. The DARK MAN sits down in the middle of the table, and several zombies take seats around him. The cage is flung open and one man is dragged out from it's interior; screaming and clenching at the ground. He is hoisted upon the table and held down by the clasping hands of undead beings as the DARK MAN pulls out a knife and fork and eats out the man's lower intestines.
The LOCAL that had drank from the chalice reawakens and arrises from the ground as an undead creature. He joins the DARK MAN and the other zombies as they feast on human flesh.

ALEX:
You fucking shit eating animals!

BARTENDER:
Keep your mouth shut boy!

DARK MAN:
We are enlightened.

ALEX:
You're full of shit, that's what you are.

DARK MAN:
You are tempting the vengeance of the all mighty upon your mortal frame.

ALEX:
Fuck you you festering bag of snot. I am not scared of you.

DARK MAN (in latin):
Feast on my flesh and ye shall live forever. Drink from my blood and recieve eternal life. What say we have some entertainment with our meal?
(break)
Show him the teachings of pain.

Several zombies approach ALEX with stcks and begin beating him mercylessly. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! ANGELICA cries as the bones in ALEX's body break from the severe blows he recieves from his zombie strikers. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out several vials. She mixes 2 of them until they begin to fizzle and then throws it at one of the zombies beating ALEX. The vial hits the zombe and breaks. The zombie begins screaming in pain as it's face melts from the acid that ANGELICA had thrown at it.

DARK MAN (in latin):
The lord loves those who are mentally strong. That one must have a special knowledge of our lord's craft. I will take special notice in that one.

Several zombies pull ANGELICA from the cage and drag her to places unknown. After a pause in the smashing ALEX raises his head, and smiles through broken teeth and blood..........

ALEX:
Is that all you got hombres?

DARK MAN (in latin) :
Now dangle him in front of all creation. Let him contemplate why he must fear the wraith of God.

The zombies lift ALEX up and tie his arms up the a tree. His feet dangle and blood flows from his body to the ground. Several zombies suckle from this small crimson waterfall in glee. ALEX hangs there and watches the zombies pull several more victims from the giant steel cage and devour them in the street. ANGELICA cries out in terror.

ALEX:
Don't....worry....Angelica....when this shithead cuts me lose I am going to stomp a hole in his grill.

The DARK MAN smiles and looks over to ANGELICA. His slimey tongue licks his crackling dry lips. ALEX pulls and tugs at his rope with all his might. His right wrist snaps and breaks like a twig and is let free from the rope. He falls to the ground on his knees. A zombie runs at him swinging a knife. ALEX bites the zombies fingers off at the knuckles, grabs the loose knife, and cuts the rope free from his left arm. He then spits out the zombie's finger and gets up dragging his blood smeared body as fast as he can, knife in hand, at the DARK MAN.

[zombie commando]

DARK MAN (latin):
This sheep is strong. I like that.

BLORK!! The DARK MAN pulls out a pistol and blows ALEX's kneecap right off. ALEX only stumbles, then continues his quest forward.

ALEX (crazily):
HAHAHAHAHAHA!

The DARK MAN looks on in disbelief, then he fires another round at the same leg. This time the bullet rips completely through ALEX's leg and he falls to the ground.

The sun slowly peaks over the horizon.

DARK MAN (in latin):
Our fun in this town seems to be wrapping up for tonight. We shall finish our lord's holy work tommorrow. The congregation should head inside out of the suns harmfull rays.

The herd of zombies disappear back into the many buildings of the town. Some dig holes for themselves and cover their bodies up in dirt. The DARK MAN ties one of of a rope to ALEX and ties the other end to a horse's reins. Other zombies take the BARKEEPER and several other chained up locals and do the same to them. The DARK MAN fires a gun behind the horse and it gallops away towards the open desert draging it's cargo of beaten and bruised people behind it.

DARK MAN (in latin):
Oh how I love to tempt the dice of our Lord. After being alive for so long the only thing that ever arrouses me is the unexpected twists of life. Let's see if they return from the inferno beyond.

The BOY that first saw ALEX and ANGELICA arrive in town watches the men get dragged away into the seemingly endless desert. He pulls the golden coin that the DARK MAN had given him and rolls in around in his hand. His eyes glimmer from the sparkling gold reflection, and his mouth upturns into a wicked smile. Suddenly a snake leaps from the bush that the boy is standing next to and digs it's fangs into the boys heel. He drops the coin and losses it in the sand. He digs around desperately for it, but alas cannot find it. The boy succumbs to the snake's poison and falls forward biting the desert floor.

[zombie commando]

CUT TO:
Ext. Day. Desert.

Harsh winds whip across the open plain of the desert picking up sand that brutally assaults the horse and the men it drags behind it. The horse collapses from exhaustion and the men slowly get up and free themselves from the horses reins. They pick up and carry ALEX's broken and bleeding body in the blinding sandstorm that twists and throws sand all around them. One man finds a trap door in the ground and lifts it revealing a hidden passageway. The group descent below the maelstorm of sand and wind into the shadows of the tunnel's chambers.

CUT TO:
Int. Day. Tunnel.

ALEX sufferrs from horrible dreams, and writhes about his bed. He eventually regains consciousness and lifts his weary head off of his pillow. His body and face are covered in clean bandages. A metal stilt is attached to his left leg; helping support his weight. He gauges his odd surroundings and looks into a mirror on the opposing wall.

ALEX:
Hello monster.

He is in a tunnel covered in odd hieroglyphics and lit candles. He gets up out of his bed and follows the winding tunnels to the sound of men talking and laughing. ALEX passes several rooms full of odd scientific equipment. He reaches a huge chamber in which lies a massive fountain at the very middle. The fountain has several terraces and intricate arcways. Latin writing is carved all over it. ALEX is in utter awe.

ALEX:
I'll be damned.

The men in the chamber consist of the locals, and the BARTENDER that were sent to the desert with ALEX. They all stop playing their card games, and cease their chit chat as ALEX slowly enters into the chamber staring at the omnimous fountain within.

BARTENDER:
We...we didn't think you were going to make it there.
(break)
Pretty impressive huh? That fountain I mean....

ALEX walks up to the fountain and begins to put his hand in. One of the locals cuts him short.

OLD MAN:
I would advise against that awoken one.

ALEX:
Who...

NARRATOR:
The man was older than dirt, but smart as a whip. Always give creedence to those with experience in the workings of life.

ALEX turns and sees an OLD MAN standing several feet behind him. The man is a quadrapedidric. He stands on 2 makeshit crutch devices with many exposed whirling gears. His arms are wooden shafts of the same nature with hook-like appendages that act as his fingers. Truly a skilled craftsman.

BARTENDER:
This is the fellar that owns this joint, he saved your life.

ALEX:
Why can't we touch it?

OLD MAN:
It is an evil thing. It's waters contain something contagious, a disease if you will. All who bath in it live after death, but something else happends to them. Their mortal bodies become unstable, and they crave the flesh of the living. Their minds also dim to a most barbaric state.

BARTENDER:
We figured that's what happend to them people back in town.

ALEX:
What about that one character we ran into, the talker, he seemed to be running on full steam.

BARTENDER:
Well...we haven't figured that one out yet....

OLD MAN:
I suspect I know who he is.

ALEX:
What's your story old man?

OLD MAN:
Years ago my family fled to America carrying a vial of the very blood that Christ bled on the cross. We built this fountain and poured the vial into it, hoping to drink from the blood of Christ for ages to come. We found that it brought everlasting life at first, but as time went on the effects of the fountain became weaker and weaker, untill it only promoted decay and evil. It is my purpose and my family's mission to people from drinking from these waters.

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. Jerusalem.

Jesus and his followers walk silently through a foggy wooded area. Suddenly they come upon a man laying on the ground, shaking, apparently being ravaged by some sort of nasty disease. Jesus places his hands on him in an attempt to heal him but the man snarls and claws at Jesus with his crusty nails, leaving a nasty gash on one of Jesus's arms.

[zombie commando]

CUT TO:
Int. Night. Final Supper.

Jesus is at the center of a wide table, as he breaks and passes the a loaf of bread some of his blood from his wound drips on to the food.

CUT TO:
Ext. Day. Jerusalem.

Jesus dangles on the cross; a river of blood trickles down underneath him which an old woman gathers into a bowl.

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. Jerusalem.

RIIIIIIIP!!! Jesus pulls himself down from the cross, his skin is pale, his eyes grow dark with rage, he is a zombie!!

CUT TO:
Int. Day. Fountain chamber.

OLD MAN:
It is my belief that the man you encountered was one of the original disciples of Christ. One of the first to taste his blood. He seems to have obtained the most unique gift of controlling the diseased. I don't think he will stop his mission of spreading the disease around the earth untill his body has decayed into dust. A most dangerous individual. He has several jugs full of the very water from this fountain!

ALEX:
What about the whole morphing business. Those undead fucktards seem to be different every time I see them.

OLD MAN:
Through extensive studying of the disease in my own lab I have come to the conclusion that it morphs and transforms to promote survival of the host.

ALEX:
That's convienient.
(beat)
In any case I have to go back to that hellhole and fish out my lady friend.

OLD MAN:
It is too late stranger, 30 days have passed since you have arrived. Your friends in town have surely perished by now at the hands of the undead.

ALEX:
No, if this leader of theirs had any wits about him he would wait for the train to arrive into town, load a couple of his hombres on board and have them infect the passengers.
(beat)
Do you have any weapons stored here?

OLD MAN:
I have many weapons. It is amazing what the desert will sometimes turn up. I will take show you if you like.

ALEX:
Yeah, you bet I would like that.
(break)
If any other man has the balls to fuck evil up, I suggest he follow us.

ALEX and the OLD MAN leave the chamber.

BARKEEPER:
Well, it burns me up inside to think that those assholes are drinking my alcohol and fucking my whores free of charge.

The others slowly follow one by one, some reluctantly. They enter a room full of a plethora of deadly devices. Shotguns, ammo, six shooters, axes, knives, bows, arrows,dynamite, and a gattling gun lie haphazardly around the room. Several of the OLD MAN's own unique weapon creations line the farthest wall.

ALEX:
Any of this shit work?

OLD MAN:
It should.

ALEX:
Load up fellas. Let's give these undead assholes the fireworks display of their measly afterlife.

Each man grabs as many weapons as they can carry.

ALEX:
What have we got as far as transportation?

OLD MAN:
I have several good horses, and a wagon elsewhere.

ALEX:
Thanks for your help old man. We have some slippery work to attend to.

OLD MAN:
May God fill your sails with a most holy wind.

ALEX:
Right.

OLD MAN:
No, I mean it you fool. You are about to descend to hell and face all of it's most vile minions. The dark man came here and stole my limbs from me years ago. I couldn't prevent him from taking some of that cursed water. I hope you fare better against his kind than I had.

ALEX:
I don't plan on ending up as some god damned undead fuck's shit pile.
(beat)
One last thing, got any whiskey?

The OLD MAN pulls out a flask with his metal feelers and tosses it to ALEX.

OLD MAN:
My last bottle.

ALEX:
Much oblidged.

The underground encampment becomes a bustling network of activity. Every man is carrying equipment, and making preperations for the assualt on the zombie horde. Some recieve their last rites from the OLD MAN. A train of horses and a single wagon leave the subterranean layer under the cover of night.

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. Town

The DARK MAN walks through the town's cementary. He opens up his canteen full of water from the fountain and sprinkles it over the graves. Suddenly the undead begin to rise from their eternal slumber and reach for the pale moon above.

[zombie commando]

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. Town

The men arrive on the outskirts of town. ALEX leads the pack. He pulls out a telescope and peers through. Some zombies play cards, and drink booze in the BARTENDER's saloon. Others feast on flesh. Several zombies are tying up some creatures that look part dog, and part undead; advanced zombies!

ALEX:
Shit. This is going to get ugly fast, real ugly.

BARTENDER:
What you looking at? Are they drinking my booze?

ALEX:
Yeah.

BARTENDER:
Then what are we waiting for? Let's roll in boy!!!

ALEX:
Not yet, we stick to the plan. Plus I have a few ideas I am willing to give a shot with all these toys we got.

The zombies carry about their business when suddenly off in the distance a huge explosion lights up the sky. BOOOOOM! Several zombies move to investigate and find the train tracks blown to smithereens. Other zombies slowly exit the buildings they were residing in to see what the commotion is about.

ALEX:
We've stirred the nest up good. Send in the cutting line.

2 horses gallop down opposite sides of the street. Between these horses a razor sharp line is held taint. It cuts through the zombies in the street like butter. SHINK! SHINK! SHINK! Torsos and limbs go flying. The riders reach the end of the street and go to turn around when an advanced zombie breaks it's chains, leaps in the air, and rips the head off of one of the men. SPLURG! The monster then disembowels the horse. The other rider fires a few shots at the evolved zombie that pass through it's body harmlessly. It leaps and tears the face off of the rider.

ALEX:
Get the gattling gun in position!!

A wagon rolls to the middle of the street and a tunic comes off revealing a gattling gun with 2 men operating it. CRACKACRACKACRACKA!!! The werewolf comes running at the carriage as round after round is fired at it, tearing through zombie flesh and tissue. The werewolf is almost upon the carriage when ALEX unholsters his shotgun and sticks it in the animalistic zombie's mouth.

ALEX:
Smile like a donut!

The creature's head explodes as ALEX pulls the trigger. Sleeping zombies begin rising out of the ground all around the intruders. One man is dragged kicking and screwing, blood splashing through his teeth, into the ground as zombies savagely tear him to pieces.

BARTENDER:
God damn it, hell is rising up from all around us!

ALEX:
Fuck them, feed them beans!

BAM! BAM! BAM! The men unload round after round into every zombie they see. Some men tie dynamite to arrows upon crossbows and fire them at the zombie horde. Buildings explode along with pieces of rotting carcass. Establishments are lit on fire with moltov cocktails. Some men fall, others hold their ground. The group is literally kneedeep in the writhing remains of the dead, as more and more of the zombies filter out of their various hiding places. Some have fangs and are relatively smart, others are of the simple unevolved stumbling zombie variety. Zombies are lit on fire and exterminated systematically.

NARRATOR:
It was armagedon. It is wet and dirty work, but it had to be done.

The men run out of ammo and resort to using knives, machettes, and hatchets to finish off the undead legion. One man takes a zombie's head, sticks a lit dynamite stick into it's mouth, and throws the skull at a group of zombies. It explodes and tips over a water tower. The sudden flood in the streets causes several zombies to fall to the ground. Another man even has a spinning blade contaption made by the OLD MAN which he uses to mow down many undead thugs. Soon the numbers of zombie attackers take their toll on the invading party. By the end of the battle only 3 men covered in zombie slime stand; ALEX, the BARTENDER, and a LOCAL. The DARK MAN enters the middle of the street. The buildings to both sides of him are engulfed in pillars flames.

ALEX:
You better give us the survivors asshole or I am going to ram my shotgun up your ass and blow off your head.

The DARK MAN claps and a zombie monster leaps from the ground and flings ALEX to the side. It begins heading for the BARTENDER and the LOCAL, when ALEX leaps on to the monster's back and wraps a chain around it's neck....

ALEX:
Your dancing with me tonight ugly.
(beat)
Take down that other asshole, I've got this one.

[zombie commando]

The BARTENDER and the LOCAL charge at the DARK MAN wielding swords and axes. The DARK MAN holds up his hands inviting the action. The undead creature savagely scratches and claws at ALEX, tearing up his flesh. ALEX head butts the monster. The creature falls back and tries to leap away but the chains ALEX has around it' neck prevent it from going anywhere.

ALEX:
Sorry, fuck face but you're staying with me.
(beat)
Now open wide, time to die!

ALEX grabs the undead creature by the jaw and rips it's head in half.

The BARTENDER swings his sword at the DARK MAN but misses and falls to the ground. The LOCAL swings his sword and also misses. SPLURG! The DARK MAN punches right through the man's abdomen and grabs the BARTENDER's face and pulls his head throught the LOCAL's guts. The DARK MAN then takes the LOCAL's ax and buries it into the BARTENDER's skull. The intertwined mass of bodies fall to the ground.

ALEX:
Hey fuckstick. Where's the survivors?

DARK MAN:
There are none who have not opened their eyes to the light of God in this town my son.

ALEX picks up the razor wire off the ground.

ALEX:
I ain't your fucking son.

CRACK! He snaps the wire like a whip at the DARK MAN. It wravels around the DARK MAN's arm.

ALEX:
You feel like telling me where Angelica is? Or do I have to take you apart piece by piece first?

ANGELICA:
I am right here.

ALEX looks over at ANGELICA. She stands a few feet away from him. She has a veil over her face, her voice is different somehow. She slowly approaches him.

ALEX:
Angelica?

ALEX closes his eyes and opens them. For a split second he believes that he sees EDEN walking towards him. She is almost upon him when she lunges forward at ALEX's throat. ALEX grabs her with one hand and holds her back. Her undead fangs glisten in the moonlight. Her face is partially decomposed.

ALEX:
Fuck Angie....FUCK!

ALEX yanks the razor wire violently backward shredding the flesh on the DARK MAN's arm. He then drops the razor wire and grabs ANGELICA by the head.

ALEX:
I'm sorry.

He steps one foot on her shoulder and then rips her head off her decayed neck and throws it into a fire. The DARK MAN moves to grab ALEX, but ALEX dodges his lunge. ALEX's last shell falls to the ground with and rolls away. The DARK MAN picks ALEX up and throws him across the street. ALEX hits the ground with a thud. The DARK MAN draws his six shooter and fires upon ALEX as he gets up. BAM! A bullet grazes his right arm. ALEX walks at the DARK MAN.

ALEX:
Five left.

BAM!

ALEX:
Four left.

BAM!

ALEX:
Three left.

BAM!

ALEX:
Two left.

BAM!

ALEX:
One left.

BAM!

ALEX:
None left.

ALEX took every bullet and kept plowing forward. Some bullets took more meat from ALEX than others. He picks up his fallen shotgun shell and loads it.

ALEX:
My turn.

The DARK MAN runs and swings at ALEX missing. ALEX picks up a sabre out of a dead man's grip and swings at the DARK MAN. The DARK MAN's leg falls off, and he hits the ground belly first. ALEX sticks the shotgun into the monster's ass and pulls the trigger. KABOOSH! Part of the DARK MAN's head explodes from the shotgun enema. ALEX falls to the ground, bloody and exhausted. Dead bodies lie all around him. Every building in town is on fire.

ALEX:
HAHAHAHA!

The DARK MAN leaps back to life. Half of his head is missing but that doesn't stop him from grabbing ALEX's leg and squeezing it untill it like a steel vice erupts into a crimson explosion of blood and sinew.

ALEX:
AHHHHH, you bastard that tickles!!!

ALEX bashes the DARK MAN in the face with his fist, then begins crawling away, leaving a trail of blood behind him on the dirty ground. The DARK MAN drags his body in pursuit. WOOOWOOO! ALEX hears the loud whistle of the train approaching, and sees it's headlights in the distance. He drags his body over the railroad tracks to the other side. SLAM! The DARK MAN drags his body halfway across the track when the train smashes into him sending all of his limbs flying apart. CRASH! The train then derails further down the tracks causing a violent wreckage.

ALEX:
See you in hell.

He passes out. Everything fades to black.

NARRATOR:
That isn't the end of our story, oh no.....

The survivors of the train wreck pick up ALEX's body and stitch his insides back together. Doctors work on him for hours. ALEX comes to and a day later finds himself in a courtroom.

NARRATOR:
Apparently many folk believed Alex had killed all them folk of that town. They worked dilligently to save his life only turn around and pass judgement on him. They thought he went crazy when he was rambling on about the undead. The sentence......death.

CUT TO:
Ext. Day. Hanging tree.

ALEX is walked over to a noose hanging from a tree by 2 deputies. A priest begins giving him his last rites.......

ALEX:
Would you hurry this shit up, I haven't got all day.

DEPUTY:
You heard the man.

The deputies quickly strap the man up to the noose and kick the stool out from underneath him. His body hangs from the tree.

CUT TO:
Ext. Night. Mountain

MINER 2:
Ha, now that's a pretty damn good story.

STRANGER:
Whoever said it was a story?

MINER 1:
I didn't like the ending.

STRANGER:
Real life seldom has happy endings, that's why many attatch themselves to religion or some other nonsense.

MINER 1:
Whatever, well have a good one sir, we have to get back to our duties, and thanks for the story.

STRANGER:
No problem.
(beat)
I only have one thing to ask fellas.

MINER 1:
What's that?

STRANGER:
Got any booze?

MINER 1:
Sure.

Tosses him a bottle.

MINER 1:
Enjoy.

STRANGER:
Thanks. Just need one last swig of sweet stuff before I pass on to other lands.

When the miners leave and disappear down the tunnel in the side of the mountain the STRANGER takes off his hat that has been hiding his face in shadow and takes a swig from the bottle. It's ALEX, with a scar in his neck from the noose. He has fang teeth, and his face is partially decayed as well, apparently he has been infected by the water from the fountain!!! ALEX poors the rest of the whiskey over his head, kneels down to the ground, and lights his body on fire. It burns throughout the night.

FADE OUT.

[blicdh]

Holy Shit, Chris!

That script was deep, I loved every gory part of it. The Dark Man, Alex, the ending, all of it. Just purely superb. I would love to see that movie. I can just imagine all of that in my head in splendid detail.

I would give anything to see that movie!

5*/5*


-Biggy

[zombie commando]

Originally posted by blicdh
Holy Shit, Chris!

That script was deep, I loved every gory part of it. The Dark Man, Alex, the ending, all of it. Just purely superb. I would love to see that movie. I can just imagine all of that in my head in splendid detail.

I would give anything to see that movie!

5*/5*


-Biggy

Wow, thanks man I'm glad you really enjoyed it! Really, it means alot.

[blicdh]

Originally posted by zombie commando
Wow, thanks man I'm glad you really enjoyed it! Really, it means alot.
Well, an honest piece of work deserves an honest reply.

[zombie commando]

I recieved some splendid news over the last couple of days. A comic book artist that has drawn several comic books in the past with zombies in them has approached me telling me he would like to do an adaption of my script. He read the script posted on another site and absolutely loved it. We are discussing how the characters should look right now.


You all might be treated with scans of the first page he does in the near future.