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 Category:  Horror and Thriller Script
  Posted: August 12, 2014      Views: 95
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 ABOUT
MICHAELK 

Author, photographer, musician, poet. Avid reader.
Former Corrections Officer, current Truck driver.
I work to survive but I write to live.

Favorite genres include Horror, Sci-fi, Thriller, Humor, Religious, to name a few.

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Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.
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Chapter 1 of the book Infected
The story begins
"It begins" by Michaelk





Fade In:

EXT. ROCK. HUNDREDS OF FEET BELOW THE SURFACE OF A FIELD.

Camera is locked on layers of rock. The rock stays exactly the
same as a counter appears and starts at minus four thousand,
counting up to zero, then past zero accelerating until it
suddenly stops at 2016. Suddenly the rock is blasted apart by
water. Camera breaks loose and starts floating as if a bouy in
the water. It floats to the surface, being swept into eddies
by the pressurized water, until it reaches the top. The camera
shoots out of the ground then lands in the water and bobs on
the surface. showing a man working desperately at a pumping
machine, trying to control a leak. Camera shows a shot of a
truck with a sign on it that says 'Joe and sons, Marcellus
Shale drilling', as the camera floats away with the rest of
the dirty water. The camera turns to show the river of dirty
water heading into a field, as cows come up and drink.

JOE
(Straining against a wrench, trying
to close a valve, slips and hits
his head on the pipe) DAMMIT!
(Kicks the pipe, causing him to
hold his foot and dance in pain.
Falls into the water. Camera rushes
forward and enters Joe's ear)

JOE
(Grabs cell phone out of truck and
dials number) Hey. (pause) No, I'm
not done yet. (pause) Why, because
the piece of shit truck you gave me
is falling apart and I just had
another leak. (pause) Of course
it's contained. (Joe looks at the
river of dirty water running
through the field) Look, just get
me another truck. (pause) Yes, I
know what to do with this one.
(pause) Of course I'll make it look
like an accident, the insurance
company won't pay if I don't.
(pause) Okay, I gotta go. (Hangs
up)

Joe throws the phone in the truck, grabs a towel and wipes his
face off. He smells the towel, and throws it in the water,
repulsed. An hour later, Joe gives up on trying to fix the
hose. Frustrated, he hops in the truck and drives away.

Fade out:


Fade in:

EXT. FIELD. SUNRISE.

Camera starts with a beautiful sunrise. It pulls back to see a
cow silhouetted against the rising sun. The camera then pans
right to see another cow, mooing as though very upset. Gus
Morris is the farmer who is pulling on the cow, trying to get
her out of the mud created by the river of dirty fracking
water.

GUS
(Straining) Come on, Elsa, work
with me.

Finally the cow breaks free. Gus loses his balance and falls
face down in the mud.

GUS
(Pulling himself up, looks down at
his muddy clothes) Great.

Gus builds an impromptu fence around the soft ground to keep
the cows out.

GUS
(Talking to the cows) There, that
oughta keep all you brain surgeons
from wandering back into that mud
pit.

COWS
(Moo at Gus as if in answer)

GUS
(Finishes with the fence, then gets
in his old pickup truck, noticing
he's low on gas) Great. Bill's
gonna love this. (He drives down
to the local hangout, a gas station
just off the interstate)

BILL
(as Gus walks in to pay for his
gas) Whoa! Nobody told me.

GUS
Told you what?

BILL
About the herd of skunks that
attacked you.

GUS
You're a real comedian.

BILL
(Laughing) So what the hell did you
get into?

GUS
That damn fracking guy, made a mess
then up and took off, leaving me to
clean it up.

BILL
I told you that stuff is no good.
Leave what's underground, down
there.

GUS
Tell that to my bank. My mortgage
got caught up because of the money
that fella gave me to drill.

BILL
It ain't drilling.

GUS
Whatever, I just... (Gus's face
goes pale)

BILL
Hey, you okay?

GUS
Yeah, I just feel a little under
the weather.

BILL
You? In fifty years I don't think
I've ever seen you sick.

GUS
(Vomits all over Bill)

BILL
Shit!

GUS
Sorry.

BILL
(Looking down at ruined clothes)
You need to get your ass home.

GUS
I'll be alright.

BILL
(Glaring at Gus) No you won't, not
if you don't get outta here.

GUS
(Drops money on the counter and
backs out the door)

Fade out:


Fade in:

EXT. HIGHWAY.

Two days later. Camera flies over a long corn field, angling
toward a highway. Camera locks on a lone BMW that takes the
'Mount Hayalet' exit, and pulls into Bill's gas station.

JOHN
Did we really have to drive all
night?

SARA
Do you want to see Amish country or
not?

JOHN
(Mumbles) Not.

SARA
What?

JOHN
Nothing. (Gets out and tries to get
gas, only to find the pumps are
turned off) Now what? We're on
empty.

SARA
Maybe you could complain until the
gas pump gives you your way.

JOHN
What's that supposed to mean?

SARA
It means you haven't stopped
whining for the whole trip.

JOHN
This stinking trip was your bright
idea, why couldn't we just stay
home and watch 'Little House on the
Prairie'?

A few people who seemed to just be milling around, start
slowly walking toward John and Sara. Before long, there is
more than a dozen people shuffling toward them.

SARA
Look. What is that?

JOHN
It looks like one of those flash
mobs. (He leans into the car, pulls
out a camera, and starts taking
pictures)

SARA
Are you sure? They don't look like
they're acting. (She backs away)

JOHN
Nonsense, what else would they be
doing? (Continues to take pictures
of the people as they advance)

JOHN
(To the people) Now do the dance
from Thriller.

SARA
John, I don't like this. Look at
them, they don't look normal.

JOHN
Okay miss sour grapes, I'm actually
enjoying myself for a minute here,
so I don't give a...

The person grabs John and takes a bite out of his arm.

JOHN
SHIT!! (John screams as more of the
people reach him and start taking
bites out of him)

SARA
(Runs as the people pull John to
the ground)

John disappears in a pile of carnivorous people. His screams
become gurgled and suddenly end. His severed hand flies out of
the center of the pile. One of the carnivores breaks away from
the pile and advances on the camera. It opens its mouth as the
camera flashes a picture of the inside of the mouth.

SARA
(Runs aimlessly in a panic.
Glancing back over her shoulder at
the people still eating her
husband. Her feet get tangled up
and she falls to the ground,
hitting her head off the asphalt
and dazing her. They stumble toward
her as her vision fades to black.)

Twenty minutes later, one of the carnivores starts walking
aimlessly. He looks at the road sign that says, 'Frost Creek
ten miles' but words no longer have any meaning to him. All he
cares about is his hunger. The patch on his shirt says 'Bill'.

Fade out:

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