Fic: Scavenger

A small ode to the most under-appreciated character in Zombies, Run!

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Ext. Suburban Street – Dawn

A young woman wearing a beaten pair of tennis shoes walks down an abandoned suburban street, past overgrown lawns and wide open front doors. Her backpack is bulging and overloaded with supplies, and she carries a crowbar at the ready.

She stops when she sees a backpack lying in the middle of the road. She looks around to find the trap.

Not seeing anything, she kneels and opens the bag. She pulls her hand away from the zipper and looks at the smear of blood across her fingers.

She shrugs and opens it.

She rummages until she finds a pair of tennis shoes in better condition than her own. She scans the surroundings again and takes them.

A flat male voice speaks.

Man (V.O.)

Collected a pair of shoes.

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Int. House – Day

The woman, wearing her new shoes, walks through the open door of one of the houses. No lights are on. A pool of blood decorates the floor of the front hallway.

She skirts around it and goes for the bathroom. She rummages under the sink and pulls out old first aid supplies. She grips her crowbar in one hand and shoves supplies into her bag with the other.

Man (V.O.)

Collected a pack of bandages, a bottle of painkillers, and a first aid kit.

She scowls at her work.

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Ext. Woods – Day

A man lies dead in the woods, face down in a layer of dead leaves. A bent bicycle lies on the ground next to him. A zombie bite is visible on his ankle.

The woman edges in close to him. She pokes him with the crowbar.

He does not move.

 She darts in and goes through his pockets. She pulls out a mobile phone and backs away quickly.

Man (V.O.)

Collected a mobile phone.

She grips her crowbar and takes off deeper into the woods, jaw clenched. The dead man begins to twitch and moan behind her.

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Ext. Park- Dusk

The woman walks past empty sports fields in a public park as the sun goes down.

An athletics bag sits abandoned on a park bench. She takes a quick look around, then starts to go through it. She pulls out a sports bra. She holds it up to her own chest to check for size.

Man (V.O.)

Collected a sports bra.

She scowls and drops her hands.

She turns around and glares -

-at the man standing behind her.

He is in matching travel gear, his bag is as stuffed as hers, and he holds a tape recorder up to his mouth.

Beat.

He presses a button on the tape recorder.

Man

Dropped a sports bra?

Woman

Is this really necessary? Every single time?

He lowers the tape recorder and frowns at her.

Man

It’s a good way to keep inventory. You weren’t complaining when the count was off for the canned beans.

Woman

But every single little thing? Yes, I know that I’m picking up a sports bra, and I’ll notice if it goes missing. You don’t need to narrate it, okay?

A branch snaps in the brush. She grips her crowbar. He speaks into the tape recorder.

Man

Zombies, 100 yards.

Woman

Shut up and come on.

They take off at a steady run over the sports fields. The man checks behind him.

Man

Zombies, 92 yards.

Woman

Yes, I know! I don’t need the update!

Beat.

Man

Collected a bad attitude.

Woman

Shut up or that thing’s going in a lake.

They run away from the approaching zombies.

Fade out.

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(These are the times I wish I had a camera. And knew what I was doing with a camera. )