Doomsday Kingdom: Alone Or Dead(Fan-Fiction)

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Submitted: March 18, 2019

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DOOMSDAY KINGDOM: ALONE OR DEAD

Glenn Campbell - Tim Weston

Spencer Rhodes - Carey Hill

Matt Huff - The Disappearing Man

Amelia Rhodes - Jessica

- Sam

- Marge

Virginia Rhodes - Mei

- Boggs

- Jackson

- Georgie

- Husband

- Wife

(Cut to a forest. It’s a bright day outside, in the morning. Carey narrates in the background)

CAREY’S VOICE:

It’s been 2 years since the apocalypse started.

(a zombie is seen walking around)

CAREY’S VOICE:

A virus spread, normal people turned into the dead ones. The rest is history. I don’t know how much of the human race is left, probably 1%. No, actually, probably less.

(A young man is running through the trees frantically. Several zombies are chasing him)

MAN:

HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!

(The man continues screaming frantically, drawing more and more zombies to him. Out of desperation, he climbs up a tree as zombies surround it)

CAREY’S VOICE:

In this new world, pretty much everyone dies. Being alone is the only way to really make it. It’s the only way you have a chance. But for the most part…you die no matter what. For the most part…you’re screwed.

(the man falls out of the tree and onto the ground, as the zombies surround him and start eating his flesh and ripping him apart)

MAN:

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

(the man continues to scream hysterically as he gets torn to pieces. Zombies continue to devour him and eat his guts)

(Cut to the opening credits. DOOMSDAY KINGDOM: ALONE OR DEAD)

(Cut a late-20s man walking around. This is TIM WESTON. He is walking around on a barren, empty road. A zombie comes towards him, growling at him)

TIM:

Shut up.

(Tim casually pulls out a knife and stabs it in the head, killing it. He then searches it, looking for anything useful)

TIM:

Come on buddy, give me something good.

(Tim finds nothing but a wallet. He stands up and stares at it, disappointed)

TIM:

Great. Now I can pay my bills. (angrily throws it to the side and continues to walk)

(After walking a few yards, Tim finds a dirty, old, stuffed teddy bear. He picks it up and stares at it. A deep pain and saddens takes over his face)

(Cut to a flashback. Before the apocalypse started. A teddy bear is seen, in a room, in a house. It’s the same brand, but a different one, and it’s clean. Tim is seen, happy and with his family. He has a wife, and 5 year old boy and girl. They’re all together, talking to each other. The boy starts playing with the teddy bear)

BOY:

This is my favorite stuffed animal! I’m gonna have it forever!

(Tim and his wife laugh. Tim looks at the teddy bear)

(Cut to the present. Tim is starring at this old, beat up teddy bear, being reminded of the other one, the one he used to see. His eyes are sad and broken. He drops it and keeps walking)

(Tim goes up to a pile of objects lying on the ground, bends down, and starts to search through it. Finally, he pulls out what‘s left of a 6 pack- 3 beers attached to each other by the plastic loops, and grins)

TIM:

Well, another day, another dollar. (opens a beer and drinks it)

(Cut to later. Tim is sitting by himself, having finished all 3 cans. A zombie comes towards him. Tim stands up, facing the zombie, and pulls out his knife)

TIM:

Buddy, I’m not even remotely drunk. Nice try, though.

(Tim goes towards the zombie and is about to stab it in the head, but all of a sudden, an arrow goes through the zombie’s head, killing it instantly and causing it to fall to the ground. Tim steps back, shocked and confused as to what just happened, before looking up to see a 10-year-old blond girl holding a bow and arrow. This is JESSICA)

TIM:

Whoa. Nice arrows!

(Jessica is scared of him and remains silent)

TIM:

Hey, it’s ok! I’m not going to hurt you! What’s your name?

(Jessica simply stares at him, scared)

TIM:

Well, my name’s Tim. Tim Weston. Are you with a camp, or something? Are you on your own? You know, it’s been a while since I’ve met someone that’s not an asshole or a bandit that’s trying to kill me.

(Jessica remains silent)

TIM:

Are you not wanting to talk to me at all? That’s ok. Uh…do you want your arrow back? I mean, I’ll pull it out of this thing and give it to you, if you want. You can trust me.

(Jessica runs off)

TIM:

Hey! Wait! I wasn’t going to hurt you! I wasn’t….ah hell.

(Cut to a house. A married man and woman are together. Their baby is in the other room, asleep)

MAN:

I’m glad we found that formula.

WOMAN:

Of course we did. Our baby’s gonna make it. I know she is.

MAN:

We got lucky. If we hadn’t found the formula…

WOMAN:

Don’t talk like that. Of course we were going to find it. I’ve been praying and praying all day. God is going to protect us and our child.

MAN:

I know. (smiles) I love you.

WOMAN:

I love you too.

(suddenly, a knock is heard. The man and woman are startled)

WOMAN:

Who is that?

MAN:

Stay here, don’t move.

(the man takes out a gun and stands up, slowly walking to the door. Someone, on the other side of the door, begins talking)

VOICE:

I know you’re in here. Me and my men…we’ve been watching you. It’s just 2 of you, right? 2 of you and a baby? I mean, props on that. Keeping the baby alive, and everything. I mean, that’s not exactly the best investment these days, but hey, I’m not judging.

MAN:

Who are you?!? What do you want?!?

VOICE:

Who am I? Well, I don’t really have a name. Not like most people do, at least. Tell you what, why don’t you just unlock this door, and we’ll have a chat about something.

WOMAN:

Just leave us alone!

VOICE:

Sorry, I can’t do that. Got mouths to feed, and you two got quite a hefty bunch of supplies and food. You see, I got about 15 men here. And they’re hungry. Come to think of it, I am too. But I’m not as hungry as them. You see…I always eat first.

MAN:

We’re not giving you our stuff. Just go away!

VOICE:

Nah, you see, I’m a guy with a gun and a knife. Dangerous….would be a good word for it. Very, very dangerous. And so are my men. And we all got guns.

MAN:

I have a gun too! I’ll shoot you!

VOICE:

(laughs) Did you hear that, guys?! “I have a gun, too! I’ll shoot you!” Oh nooo! I’m shitting my pants.

(Suddenly, the door gets kicked open, and the man flies backwards as the woman screams. We finally see who was on the other side of the door- a tall, muscular man in his mid-20s. This is THE DISAPPEARING MAN)

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Ahhh, not that wasn’t so hard, was it?

(The man sees the gun he was holding, a few feet away, on the floor. He lunges for it, but the disappearing man kicks it away)

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

No.

(several henchmen come into the house as well, and stand behind the disappearing man. The remaining 10-11 men stand guard outside, around the house)

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Guys, if he tries something like that again, shoot the woman.

(the woman gasps)

HENCHMEN #1:

Sure thing, boss.

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

You see? I gave this guy an order, and he follows it. I give you an order, and you try to shoot me. See the stark contrast?

(the man and the woman remain silent and confused)

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Ugh, you don’t see it.(rubs his face) Anyway, it doesn’t matter.

WOMAN:

Who are you? What do you want?

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

I already told you…WE want your food and supplies. Like I said before, we’ve been watching you scavenge. Figured we’d let you do the work for us. As for who I am…well, I guess I should properly introduce myself. I am ‘The Disappearing Man’. That’s my name.

MAN:

What the fuck kind of a sick joke is this,

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

(laughs) It’s ok, I understand. Weird name, right? Well, I go by that name…because I’m very good at making things disappear! I can do magic tricks, with cards, things like that. But it doesn’t stop there. Unlike most magicians, I can make anything I want disappear. Anything. So…where is your food? I see that it’s hidden somewhere. In case you had to deal with people like me? Smart. But you really don’t want to test ME. Maybe someone else. But not ME. So…I’m going to ask you again…where did you hide the food?

MAN:

Go to hell.

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

(sigh)

(The disappearing man punches the man in the face, grabs his hand, and cuts his finger off with a knife)

MAN:

AHHHHH!

WOMAN:

OH MY GOD! STOP THIS!

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

(takes the severed finger, then throws it to the side) Oh wow! Would you look at that! Your finger is gone! See? I told you I could make anything I wanted disappear. Now….are you going to tell me where you hid the food?

WOMEN:

(points to a couch) There! We hid everything in the couch.

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Ok. Sam, will you check it.

SAM:

Yes, sir.

(Sam goes through the couch and takes out all the food and supplies)

SAM:

Yep. This should be everything.

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Excellent. Man, this is a good score!(to the couple) Good job, guys! Great teamwork! I couldn’t have done it without you! Seriously.

WOMAN:

Can we at least have that baby formula? We need it.

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Nah, I’ll hang onto it, in case I get some girl pregnant or something.

MAN:

(to his wife) It’s ok, we’ll find more.

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

(to his henchmen) Alright guys, that’s a wrap! Let’s get everything and head out! (turns to the couple) Oh, wait! Before I go, there’s one more thing I wanted to make disappear.

WOMAN:

What’s that?

THE DISAPPEARNG MAN:

The brains in your heads. (pulls out a pistol and shoots them both in the head. Suddenly, a baby is heard crying in the other room. The disappearing man walks into the room to see a crying baby in it’s crib. He walks up to the crib and draws his pistol)

(Cut to the outside of the building. A gunshot is heard, and the baby’s crying stops immediately. The disappearing man walks out of the building and dusts his hands sarcastically. Sam and the rest of his henchmen are waiting for him)

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Ahhh, well that’s the end of that!

SAM:

Great job, sir!

THE DISAPPEARING MAN:

Thanks. (to his henchmen) ATTENTION EVRYONE! We found some good supplies to add to the pile today, but it’s not like all the stuff we have will last forever! Georgie, Jackson! I want you two to scout and search for anything else! The rest of us will head to camp! If you don’t find anything in the next couple of hours, just meet us there!

GEORGIE:

Got it!

(Georgie and Jackson split up from the disappearing man’s group)

(Cut to later. Carey’s voice begins to narrate again)

CAREY‘S VOICE:

This world is full of good people and bad people.

(We now actually see Carey- he has body armor and a gas mask is walking around)

CAREY’S VOICE:

As for me…I’m not sure what kind of person I am. A freak-show, maybe.

(A zombie is walking up to the man, and he takes out a machete and kills it)

CAREY’S VOICE:

A freak-show with a machete.

(Carey continues to walk around)

CAREY’S VOICE:

For the past 2 years, I’ve been on my own. I’m still alive. Some people would consider me lucky. To be honest, I don’t completely see it that way.

(Carey takes off his mask, revealing a bearded man in his 20s. He has long hair and an eye-patch)

(Another zombie is walking towards Carey. Carey puts his mask back on and kills it with his machete)

(Suddenly, Jackson and Georgie run into Carey, and draw their guns at him)

JACKSON:

Hey! Stop right there!

CAREY:

Who are you people?

GEORGIE:

We have loaded guns and we’re pointing them at you! And that’s all you need to know!

CAREY:

Uh-huh.

GEORGIE:

So, are you a part of a camp?

CAREY:

Me? …nope.

JACKSON:

Do you have anything? Any supplies? Food? Drinks?

CAREY:

Just a flask of water and a pack of crackers.

GEORGIE:

We’ll take that off your hands, then, and be on our way.

CAREY:

I’m not interested in giving them away.

GEORGIE:

I don’t think you understand. We are pointing guns at you. You give us what we want, or we shoot you and take it anyway. If you’re crazy enough to prefer the second option, we can manage that for you.

CAREY:

So, there’s no way you two have been out here by yourselves. You must be a part of a bigger group. Do you have a leader?

GEORGIE:

Yeah, we’re part of a big group. And you wouldn’t want to fuck with them. We have a great leader- he’s kept us alive for a long time.

JACKSON:

Quiet, you idiot! Don’t give him information! Let’s just take his stuff and get out of here!

GEORGIE:

Right.

CAREY:

That’s not going to work out.

JACKSON:

Oh really?

CAREY:

Yeah really.

JACKSON:

I’m going to tell you one more time. Give us your stuff now. Your mask, your body armor, your knife.

CAREY:

It’s a machete.

JACKSON:

Whatever the fuck!!! Your water…your crackers. Anything else you have of value. Give it to us now. Or you die.

CAREY:

No. I already made my choice.

GEORGIE:

What the fuck does that even mean?

CAREY:

(sigh) You know, I’ve been thinking of something. I actually lied to you about the stuff I have. I have more.

JACKSON:

Oh really?

CAREY:

Yeah. They’re in a tent, about a mile away. Some bottles of water, some cans of beans.

JACKSON:

Oh really? And you expect us to just believe you and follow you wherever?

CAREY:

I really am alone. Trust me.

GEORGIE:

Why would you give that away?

CAREY:

Well, I want something in return. One of those guns you have. It could help me out with dealing with the dead.

JACKSON:

No way!

CAREY:

Ok fine, some of your bullets! Christ, I’m trying to negotiate here. I didn’t have to tell you about the rest of my food in the first place!

GEORGIE:

Jackson, maybe we should hear him out-

JACKSON:

Shut up! (to Carey) Why would you want to trade more of your stuff for bullets?

CAREY:

Well I’ve just had this to kill the dead ones with. (shows machete) And eventually I should have something with longer range. I don’t have a gun yet, but bullets would be better than nothing. It’s a start, at least.

(suddenly, a couple of zombies come at Jackson and Georgie from behind)

JACKSON!

Dammit, I thought you checked the area!

GEORGIE:

I thought you did!

(they both shoot and kill the zombies, then turn back around. Carey is gone)

GEORGIE:

Oh shit!

JACKSON:

Come on, let’s find him!

(Georgie and Jackson run through the woods looking for Carey. Georgie goes on a few yards ahead of Jackson. Georgie looks around and goes through bushes. As he turns a corner and goes around a tree, suddenly, Carey, now wearing his mask, pops out of nowhere and stabs his machete through Georgie’s skull, killing him)

(Jackson catches up and stops in horror as he see Carey. Carey’s head turns to Jackson’s direction, and he pulls the machete out of Georgie’s skull. Carey then takes Georgie’s gun and points it at Jackson)

JACKSON:

Oh fuck!

(Jackson turns around and runs through the forest. Carey chases after him)

(Jackson trips and crawls backwards on the ground as Carey catches up to him)

JACKSON:

Look, just leave me alone! We’re square!

CAREY:

I can’t.

JACKSON:

What are you talking about? Look, I get it! We messed up! Just let me go!

CAREY:

This leader that you talked about…I need to find out more about him. I will have to question you, maybe torture you.

JACKSON:

What the fuck! Just let me go!

(Jackson gets up and begins running again. Carey shoots him in the leg, making him fall to the ground again)

JACKSON:

AGHHH!

(Carey casually walks up to Jackson. Jackson attempts to shoot Carey, but Carey kicks his gun out of his hand. Carey then knocks Jackson out with the back of his gun)

(Unfinished)