Fear the Walking Dead "Pilot" Written by Kirkman/Erickson
2 September 2014 fear the walking dead "pilot" written by kirkman/erickson ACT ONE UP ON: 1 INT. STASH HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY 1 IAN BENNETT (19) was handsome once. He’s curled fetal on one of several foul mattresses in a derelict bedroom. Milky weak light penetrates threadbare curtains. The room looks like landfill. A shit bucket in the corner teems with FLIES. Ian’s in loose boxers, ribs pressed pale against blue-veined skin. He shakes with the morning chill, and his high’s wane, BELT looped around his bicep above the INJECTION SITE. He looks dead, the room his hell. There are other crates, other mattresses around him, but Ian is alone. Sole tenant. His WORKS are scattered on top of a nearby MILK CRATE -- needle, scorched spoon, Bic lighter. There’s a THUD downstairs. VOICES. Ian opens his eyes, red from broken vessels. We HOLD TIGHT on his bloody-blue orbs, pupils dilated -- until a SCREAM CURLS up from down low. Ian sits bolt upright, breathless. Three distinct BOOMING VOICES come up through the floor. Rage. Panic. Horror. Furniture CRASHES. More SCREAMS, terrified SCREAMS. Then GUNSHOTS. ONE... then ONE more. CRASHING bodies. One final, piercing SCREAM. Then silence. The silence worse. Ian shakes his head, struggles to focus against the disorient as he listens for movement, footfalls ascending the steps. He brings his knees up under him, holds -- -- then tip-toes barefoot through drug den detritus. He grabs sweats, a wife-beater -- his, someone else’s, doesn’t matter. He dresses then -- 2 INT. STASH HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR LANDING - CONTINUOUS 2 Ian pushes into the hallway, skylight overhead.
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