front exterior of house. suburbs. night.
side exterior. murmuring voices. thin wisp of smoke from around corner.
back exterior. four college-age boys standing in circle. it is a still, dark night. they talk openly and pass around a pipe. they laugh. something funny has just been said.
Boy 1 (after laughing subsides): Yeah... It's coming. One of these days.
Boy 2: Dude, when the zombie apocalypse happens, I'm going right for Josh's house. Have you ever seen his stash of guns?
Boy 1: No.
Boy 2: He has an arsenal, man. An arsenal.
Boy 3 (pantomiming): When it happens, I want a shotgun. Headshot. *boom!* Headshot. *boom!*
Boy 4: Baseball bat. Don't have to worry about ammunition or reloading. That's when they get you. When you run out of ammunition, or when you're reloading. You're totally exposed.
Boy 2: I want that gun from Zombieland that freakin', uh, uh, uh, Woody Harrelson uses, dude. That thing is so bad-ass.
short pause. everyone ponders.
Boy 2: What about you? What's your weapon o' choice for Z-day?
Boy 1 (looks at Boy 2 for a while, then looks into the night): A lasso.
zoom to close-up on Boy 1's face. zoom out to reveal Boy 1 standing in the middle of a ravaged city street, burning cars, torn-up buildings. camera zooms out and up, looking down on him from above. hoards of zombies slowly closing in all around him - hundreds of them. he raises his arms and begins to spin his lasso. camera lingers on this scene, lasso swinging above his head, zombies approaching from all sides, inexorably. cut back to group of boys. Boy 1 still looking with great intensity into the night, fantasizing. others stare at him, dumbfounded.
side exterior. murmuring voices. thin wisp of smoke from around corner.
back exterior. four college-age boys standing in circle. it is a still, dark night. they talk openly and pass around a pipe. they laugh. something funny has just been said.
Boy 1 (after laughing subsides): Yeah... It's coming. One of these days.
Boy 2: Dude, when the zombie apocalypse happens, I'm going right for Josh's house. Have you ever seen his stash of guns?
Boy 1: No.
Boy 2: He has an arsenal, man. An arsenal.
Boy 3 (pantomiming): When it happens, I want a shotgun. Headshot. *boom!* Headshot. *boom!*
Boy 4: Baseball bat. Don't have to worry about ammunition or reloading. That's when they get you. When you run out of ammunition, or when you're reloading. You're totally exposed.
Boy 2: I want that gun from Zombieland that freakin', uh, uh, uh, Woody Harrelson uses, dude. That thing is so bad-ass.
short pause. everyone ponders.
Boy 2: What about you? What's your weapon o' choice for Z-day?
Boy 1 (looks at Boy 2 for a while, then looks into the night): A lasso.
zoom to close-up on Boy 1's face. zoom out to reveal Boy 1 standing in the middle of a ravaged city street, burning cars, torn-up buildings. camera zooms out and up, looking down on him from above. hoards of zombies slowly closing in all around him - hundreds of them. he raises his arms and begins to spin his lasso. camera lingers on this scene, lasso swinging above his head, zombies approaching from all sides, inexorably. cut back to group of boys. Boy 1 still looking with great intensity into the night, fantasizing. others stare at him, dumbfounded.
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