Zombie Problems

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           Panel 1 A city street at night. It's not the best part of
           town, trash drifts into the gutters and the building that
           runs alongside the street has a sign for an ADULT STO E in
           flickering neon, the R has burned out. CHRISSY walks along
           the street. She's dressed Goth - black jeans that look
           almost painted on, black laced bodice, black hair.

           Panel 2 Stopping, Chrissy regards the store for a moment.
           She ignores the couple of other people on the street.

           Panel 3 Now, though, she has her back to the "audience".
           Behind the people, three zombies can be seen - ragged
           clothing, rotting flesh falling from their faces, hair
           falling out in clumps. The civilians don't seem to have
           seen them.

           Panel 4 Chrissy breaks into a run, her course set between
           the people, but one of them has already been grabbed by a
           zombie, the undead's teeth closing on the man's neck and
           shoulder.

           Panel 5 Chrissy lifts a hand and sends a bolt of flame at
           the other zombie, the one not chowing down on human.

                             CHRISSY
                   Go back to the grave!

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           Panel 1 That zombie crumbles to ash as the second one
           drops his dinner to charge Chrissy.

           Panel 2 As he approaches, she lifts her other hand, which
           has a knife in it, but the second potential victim is
           pulling out a gun.

           Panel 3 The second victim shoots the zombie in the head,
           it staggers and falters.

           Panel 4 Chrissy throws a high kick even as she leaps
           backwards, fire starting to form in her hand again.

           Panel 5 The second zombie is reduced to ash, leaving her
           standing there, out of breath.

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           Panel 1 An old warehouse. Natural light comes in through
           tall windows on one side, the floor has been cleared of
           debris. An ancient crane runs on tracks above, it seems to
           have been rusted solid. ROLAND is standing in the middle,
           arms folded, looking at Chrissy, who's now wearing jeans
           and a plain black T-shirt. He's an older man, graying at
           the temples, gray slacks and white shirt.

                             CHRISSY
                   I know. I was supposed to let them
                   die.

                             ROLAND
                   Chrissy...

           Panel 2 She turns back towards him, one hand brushing back
           her hair. The windows are behind her, casting light and
           darkness across her.

                             CHRISSY
                   I'm sorry. I can't put secrecy in
                   front of people's lives.

                             ROLAND
                   And if they find out...

           Panel 3 Angrily, she's turning to stomp away, towards the
           door of the warehouse.

                             CHRISSY
                   Maybe I'd rather get arrested doing
                   something than live a normal life
                   not.

                             ROLAND
                   You just have to be more subtle.

           Panel 4 She's not turning around, she's halfway to the
           door by now, already lifting her hand for the handle.

                             CHRISSY
                   I'm not good at subtle magic. You
                   know that.

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           Panel 1 Outside the warehouse, Chrissy leans against the
           wall, looking up at a sky that has a few clouds in it.

                             CHRISSY
                   I just wish he wasn't right.

           Panel 2 She rummages in a jeans pocket, pulls out a phone.

                             CHRISSY
                   But the way things are going, we
                   can't stay hidden forever.

           Panel 3 Peering at the phone. Its screen flickers, dim in
           the daylight, but it's not possible to see what's on it.

                             CHRISSY
                   Things are only getting worse. And
                   it's more important to stop this.

           Panel 4 She detaches herself from the wall, starting to
           walk away as she tucks the phone back in her pocket.

                             CHRISSY
                   All we need is the government...

           Panel 5 She rounds a corner, back towards what's clearly a
           crowded shopping street, people seen in the distance, over
           her shoulder.

                             CHRISSY
                   To admit that this is happening.

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           Panel 1 A square of sorts. There's an equestrian statue in
           the center, but details can't be seen. It's surrounded by
           people. They've been pushed back against the statue by a
           veritable mass of zombies.

           Panel 2 Chrissy steps around the corner to see this mess.
           She stops, for a moment, staring at it.

                             CHRISSY
                   It's too late. I knew it.

           Panel 3 She lifts both hands, palms outwards, fire
           sweeping towards the undead, but with the number of them,
           she's clearly got no chance.

           Panel 4 Her presence, though, seems to galvanize those
           around the statue. One man is pushing a zombie back into
           his fellows while a woman empties her clip into the mass.

           Panel 5 The zombies start to go down, but it's clear it's
           going to take a while. And the entire thing is now framed
           by a television screen. With Chrissy clearly identifiable
           as she throws fire into the horde. It really is too late.