- FADE IN:
- EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY - DAY
- SAM walks slowly, pushing a shopping cart down a desolate country highway.
- The highway is littered with destroyed cars; smoke from distant cities rises beyond the line of dead trees.
- Everything is covered with a layer of thin ash.
- The pavement is torn up in chunks, which she is careful to avoid as she pushes what is left of her life towards the emptiness ahead.
- Clothes are neatly stacked at the bottom of the cart, and a few paper bags packed with food cans rest towards the back.
- A dirty teddy bear rests at the front, and other odds and ends of a different life poke through the cart's metal sides.
- Next to the teddy bear is what was once a beautiful prom dress, neatly folded, waiting.
- She hears a rustling in the bushes and pulls a long knife from her side, adrenaline melting her fatigue away.
- TAD, A young man, breaks through the dead brush on the side of the road.
- He carries a large travel pack on his back.
- He walks slowly towards her with his arms raised.
- TAD
- I'm safe.
- SAM
- There's no way you can prove that.
- TAD
- But you could use a travel partner.
- SAM
- And you could use my food.
- TAD
- And you could use someone watching your back. How many times have you been raped?
- SAM
- You watch your words.
- TAD
- I'm just saying. I've been robbed more times than I can count and I'm not looking for it to happen again, but it probably will, without you.
- SAM
- And what's so special about me?
- TAD
- You haven't given up yet, I can still see fight in your eyes. Besides, you're traveling on the highways, which means you're either crazy or ready for anything, or both. And neither are a bad thing to be.
- SAM
- Why do I need you?
- TAD
- My winning smile? Ok, guess not. How about this?
- He slowly takes the backpack off and unzips it carefully.
- He looks up for affirmation ands she nods, hand tightening around the blade.
- He pulls out a large gas container.
- Her eyes widen.
- TAD
- It's enough to get us to the camp at Cedar Falls. I don't know if they'll let us in, but it's better than the roads.
- Sam beckons to him.
- SAM
- Alright, and where do you plan to put that gas?
- Tad clambers onto the highway.
- TAD
- There's a station wagon tucked away about a mile from here, by Exit 42.
- SAM
- Let's go.
- She points with her knife.
- He walks slightly ahead of her, and she watches him.
- He turns.
- TAD
- Thanks.
- They walk together, Sam relaxing slightly as they travel.
- They reach the car and Sam points to it with her knife.
- SAM
- Go ahead.
- TAD
- Guinea pig?
- SAM
- You're the one with the tip, check it out.
- Tad walks gingerly towards the car, checking for traps.
- He sinks to his knees feeling the ground around the tires.
- He nods to her and Sam approaches carefully.
- He gases up the car and she loads the contents of her cart into the back seat.
- Her back turned, she finishes loading the car.
- Tad slips a small knife from around his leg and presses it into Sam's side.
- She gasps.
- TAD
- You really shouldn't be walking the highways alone.
- Sam closes her eyes.
- TAD
- Alright, real slow, drop the knife and walk down the road that way, leave the cart.
- Sam lets go of the knife and it drops.
- She catches it mid air and pivots, slamming the blade into the center of Tad's ribcage.
- He chokes grabbing at his chest.
- She kicks him to the ground.
- Sam looks at the blade, considering, then wipes it off on the dead grass.
- SAM
- You might survive that. If you do, maybe you'll learn something. If you don't, well, one less scumbag in the gene pool, limited as it is these days.
- Sam pulls the pack off of him and tosses it in the back of the car.
- She moves quickly, hot-wiring the car and driving it onto the road.
- Stopping, she turns and looks back at Tad.
- She pulls a can of pears from the back seat and tosses it next to him.
- SAM
- If you live. You just tried to rob me, that's something.
- She hops into the driver's seat and the car whizzes off down the road, towards the burning cities in the distance.
- FADE TO BLACK.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
146. Post Apocalypse Blues - Leslie
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