Before I start, I haven't actually come up with a name for this movie, got a few ideas but nothing works that well so if any of you have any suggestions just leave a comment.
CUT, INT. ASYLUM, NIGHT. Text appears on screen reading ‘5 months, 1 week, 3 days since outbreak.’ The asylum is mostly empty, only Alan, Alice, Jared, Stanley, Paige, Cillian and Dexter, and a few other patients and doctors, remain, Jared, Dexter, Cillian and two other patients are playing poker while Alan waits in his office, Alice enters carrying a cup of coffee.
Alan: Thanks. What time is it?
Alice: 10 to midnight, they said they’d be back within the hour, give them time.
Alan: Fucking Richmond tells us all to wait until the patients are safe before we get on the trucks, then he grabs the first one that comes through here. Why the hell do we even need to get to safety anyway this shit’s going down in England we’re in the most remote fucking part of Scotland we’re safe.
Alice: I don’t like it either but it’s for our safety.
CUT, EXT. FOREST. P.O.V. shot of someone running through the forest outside the hospital.
CUT, INT. ASYLUM. At the poker table, Dexter, Jared, Cillian and two other patients are playing. Dexter is smoking a cigar with several tubs of medicinal tablets round him. The other players all have varying amounts of tablets but none have the same level as Dexter. Dexter puts down his cards smiling.
Dexter: Straight flush, hand them over.
The other players groan and hand over some of their meds to Dexter.
CUT, EXT. FOREST. Another P.O.V. shot, still running through the forest, the asylum is now in sight.
CUT, INT. ASYLUM. The poker game is continuing, each player now has a new hand. Jared hums ‘Don’t Fear The Reaper throughout the game.
Jared: I check.
Patient 1: I raise. (puts some tablets in the middle of the table) 5 Prozac’s.
Patient 2: I fold.
Cillian: I'll see that.
Cillian puts some tablets in the middle of the table.
Dexter: I’ll raise. Seven Prozac’s and 3 antidepressants.
Patient 1 You’re bluffing, nobody bets that amount so casually.
CUT, EXT. FOREST. Another P.O.V. shot, still running through the forest, the asylum is now much closer.
Dexter: You go with what you believe brother.
Patient 1: Fuck you, I'll see it.
Cillian: I know you too well Dex, I'm out.
Jared: No way, I'm out.
Dexter: I check, your turn.
Patient 1: (Shaking in fear, sweating) I, I. Fucking hell I can’t do this, I fold. What you have?
CUT, EXT. FOREST. Another P.O.V. shot, still running, they are very close to the asylum and moving quickly.
CUT, INT. ASYLUM. The poker table.
Dexter: I'm not saying.
Patient 1 Come on you psycho fuck show me.
Dexter takes a puff of smoke and blows it at the patients face.
There’s a sudden loud bang on the door, everyone looks at the door. Alan gets up and heads towards the door, he picks up a handgun off a crate. The banging gets louder as Alan gets closer.
Elliot: Open the fucking door, we’re human, nobody’s infected we need help.
Alan opens the door, 15 soldiers – including Elliot and Edward – rush into the asylum, they all have an air of authority yet worry around them.
Elliot: Alright lock these doors and barricade them, find anything you can to board up these windows and cover up any entrance. I don’t want any chance of those things getting in.
The soldiers start breaking tables to block the windows with. Alan marches over to Elliot.
Elliot: Thanks for letting us in, Elliot Marsh, this is my squad, what’s left of it.
Alan: Excuse me, just what the hell is this, I thought we were being taken to a shelter.
Elliot: The shelter’s gone, we were attacked and lost our convoy, back when there were 40 of us. Those things have taken over we can’t anywhere so we just have to see this out in here. You want a shelter, this is it.
Alan looks at Elliot then at the working soldiers in shock. Realising he’s stuck at the asylum Alan rolls up his sleeves and helps the soldiers out. CUT. Dexter and Cillian watch the soldiers board the windows.
Dexter: Look at them Cill, children all of them.
Cillian: They do look pretty young, I doubt any of them have actually seen any combat. Maybe that guy Alan was talking to, he looks old enough to have something.
Dexter: He looks like the only with a brain, 15 bodies and one brain that's just what we need to protect us. That means 15 trigger fingers and how many of those do you think are itchy. None of them are real soldiers.
Cillian: And I suppose you know what a real soldier is huh Dex.
Dexter: I know you my friend, you're messed in the head, you carry the war wound THAT is the mark of a real soldier. The only wounds these children have are friction burns on their cocks.
Cillian chuckles slightly
Dexter: Tell me Cill, how much would it cost to purchase the assistance of a man such as yourself?
Cillian: Normally, quite a bit of money. But given the circumstances we're in I'll take food, medicine and ammo.
Dexter: All yours once you help me.
Cillian: What are you planning Dex?
Dexter takes a drag of his cigarette.
Dexter: God's work.