THE THINKING DEAD
PAGE 1:
Page 1, panel 1:
Full width panel. We’re in a deserted city during a zombie apocalypse. It’s early evening; the sun is starting to go down. We see five zombies – zombie 1-4 and Bob. Zombie 1 is eating a woman, zombie 2is lurching, crouched forward, zombie 3 is lurching, leant back, Bob is eating the innards of a screaming, not-yet-dead man, zombie 4 is lurching. Indulge your inner Charlie Adlard/George Romero and go crazy – as much gore as you like, a decent mixture of old/young, black/white, male/female among the zombies/food. Bob was a thirty-something dark-haired guy in a plain t-shirt, loose jeans and Adidas trainers.
Letterer’s note: All zombie dialogue is thought bubbles. Punctuated only as stated. Only humans get to speak.
ZOMBIE 1
Flesh
ZOMBIE 2
Meat
ZOMBIE 3
Hunger
BOB
Eat
BOB’S LUNCH
Aaarrrggghhhh!
ZOMBIE 4
Blood
Page 1, panel 2:
Pull in on 3, Bob and 4. Continued from previous panel.
ZOMBIE 3
Meat
BOB
Flesh
ZOMBIE 4
Hunger
Page 1, panel 3:
Close up on Bob, still eating.
BOB
Eat
Page 1, panel 4:
Bob looks up. A strange look on his face. Consciousness?
BOB
Flesh
Page 1, panel 5:
Bob, eating an arm. His lunch is either dead or passed out.
BOB
Eat... flesh...
PAGE 2
Page 2, panel 1:
Bob has taken a break from eating, and is... thinking?
BOB
Eat... flesh...
BOB (CONTINUED)
Hunger... gone...
Page 2, panel 2:
Bob, now standing up.
BOB
Not...eat... flesh...
BOB (CONTINUED)
Hunger... come... back...
Page 2, panel 3:
Bob lurching. He’s moved on a bit from the previous panel.
BOB
Find new flesh eat
BOB (CONTINUED)
Hunger go away then
Page 2, panel 4:
We’ve moved on a while. It’s getting darker, and we’ve left the city behind. Not quite open countryside, but heading that way. Bob is feeding on a screaming man.
CAPTION:
Soon...
BOB
Meat scream when bite flesh
SCREAMING MAN
Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!
BOB (CONTINUED)
Does eat flesh hurt meat?
Page 2, panel 5:
Bob, pulling away. A look of revelation on his face. Well, sort of.
BOB
Meat feel pain when eat meat!
Page 2, panel 6:
Night time. Bob approaching another zombie – zombie 5.
CAPTION
Later...
BOB
Like-self! Does like-self feel pain?
ZOMBIE 5
Hunger
PAGE 3
Page 3, panel 1:
Bob biting zombie 5. Zombie 5 doesn’t seem to care.
BOB
Like-self cold! Not hot like scream-meat!
ZOMBIE 5
Blood
Page 3, panel 2:
Bob stumbling on. A rat runs in front of him. Zombie 5 is in the far background, oblivious.
BOB
Need eat hot. Not like-self. Not scream-meat.
Page 3, panel 3:
Bob has now crouched down, and is reaching for the rat.
BOB
Hot meat! Not like-self, not scream! Hunger go now?
Page 3, panel 4:
Bob holding a rat with a big chunk bitten out of it. He’s almost smiling. Well, not really.
BOB
Hunger gone! Like-self can all eat not scream-meat now!
Page 3, panel 5:
Bob approaching another group of zombies. There are 5 of them – zombies 6-10 – but we only see two of them in this panel. Put one in a hospital gown.
BOB
Need tell like-self! Can eat small meat now, not scream-meat!
ZOMBIE 6
Hunger
ZOMBIE 7
Flesh
Page 3, panel 6:
Bob and three other zombies lurching along together.
ZOMBIE 7
Meat
ZOMBIE 8
Feed
BOB
Scream-meat not scream if not eat! Like-self find small meat together!
ZOMBIE 9
Feed
PAGE 4
Page 4, panel 1:
Double wide panel. We see Bob and all five zombies from behind, approaching a farmhouse. The farmhouse has boarded-up windows, but there is some light within. Make zombie number 10 naked.
ZOMBIE 6
Feed
ZOMBIE 7
Blood
ZOMBIE 8
Hunger
BOB
Big place fill scream-meat. Tell scream-meat like-self not eat them now!
ZOMBIE 9
Flesh
ZOMBIE 10
Eat
Page 4, panel 2:
We’re inside the farmhouse, by a boarded up window. One man is aiming a rifle through the window boards. He has a dark crew cut hairstyle and wears a white short-sleeved shirt with a black tie and a “Hi, My Name Is” sticker on his breast pocket with FRANK in big letters. He wears rectangular wire-rimmed glasses. Next to him is a large shaven-headed black man in a check shirt and jeans, loading shells into a shotgun. He is Dale.
FRANK
Here they come!
DALE
Dumb sons of bitches!
Page 4, panel 3:
We’re looking at Bob in a rifle sight, so it’s a round panel (in a black rectangle) with crosshairs drawn on it.
BOB
Need scream head words. Scream-meat need know. Like-self can stop making scream-meat scream!
BOB (SPOKEN)
Unnnnnhhhhh!
Page 4, panel 4:
In silhouette and side on, Bob is falling backwards. The contents of his head are exiting messily from a hole at the rear.
BOB
No! Head words... go...
SFX
BLAM!
Page 4, panel 5:
Dead bob lies dead on the ground. He’s dead, he’s all messed up.
BOB
...
TITLE BOX
The Thinking Dead
Written by Russell Hillman
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