The End - A Vlog

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

This independent film/series follows a young woman, Katherine Brooks, as she finds herself thrown into the apocalypse. As she realizes that the dead don't stay dead, she begins running through a fast deteriorating world. Alone, afraid and armed only with a camera, she must cling to her sanity as she struggles through a perilous new terrain.

Striving to bring depth back to the horror genre, this series utilizes the intimacy of a webcam alongside the cinematic shots that have become the industry standard, in a never-before-seen attempt at realism in zombie film.

EXT. SCENE 1 INT. CABIN - EVENING, CHALLIS, IDAHO —

A woman in her early 20's and clothed in mismatched/disheveled gothic clothing appears on screen; a wide camera shot shows the room and the area she's sitting.

KATHERINE

My name is Katherine Brooks. I'm 23 years old, and...

She trails off, and her eyes dart briefly about the room before fixing unblinkingly upon the camera.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

(with resolve and incredulity)

... I am surviving the zombie apocalypse.

Katherine lifts a half-diminished cigarette to her lips, and inhales deeply. Her eyes drift toward the floor.

KATHERINE

This is my first vlog.

Her eyes rise slowly back to the camera, as she bites her lip.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

It's a little late for a manifesto...

(beat)

but they say that the last thing you do is the most important. Isn't it?

She stares bleakly at the camera, and the silence is unsettling. When she speaks again, it is barely more than a whisper.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Are you out there? Are you listening?

(swallows hard)

Her eyelids flutter shut and she raises the cigarette to her lips again, inhaling her resolve.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

For those of you still with me...

Her eyes open into a resolute stare, dead into the camera.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

...any information I have is yours. Any experiences- yours. Theories, thoughts, opinions and obscenities. Yours, yours and yours.

Katherine shifts in her chair, pulling a wool blanket up around her shoulders and taking a long drag.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

I first noticed it six hours ago. All dressed up and out of make up, I hit the local one-stop.

MONTAGE 1: Images fitted to Kat's words; she makes her way through a small-town store, slightly bewildered.

KATHERINE (O.S.)

It was just another quiet night in Nowhere, but something... something felt wrong. The world was about to come crashing down, and there we were, in all our mundane glory.

(beat)

Death isn't something we like to think about, so we dress our lives up in the simplest, most boring things we can find and pretend that, as long as we steer clear of excitement, it'll last forever...

CUT BACK TO: Kat staring into her camera.

KATHERINE

But it doesn't.

She punctuates her sentence with a long drag on her cigarette, followed shortly by a second. She puts the remainder out in an unseen ashtray.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

I'm from a small town, sure. But I would have sworn with the best of them that I was the biggest zombie geek alive. All the lore, all the creative bullshit...

A loud noise from outside causes Katherine to start, and she spends several moments fixed on what we can only assume is the door. As she turns hesitantly back to the camera, she begins whispering. Her eyes continue to occasionally flick toward the door.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

I am pretty sure that was nothing. An animal, maybe. Just an animal.

Kat swallows hard, and adopts a posture that suggests that she is whispering secrets to a best friend.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

It's hard to focus, you know? To shake the fear. I want to tell myself that it's just my mind playing tricks on me.

She braces her temples between her thumb and second finger as she continues whispering.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

I mean, I'm scared, and alone, and.... The idea, the important thing is that you know what I know. Because, those zombie movies? They had it wrong. All of it. Every. Last. Thing. And I can't help but hate them for it. If you're still alive, I'm sure that you can't either.

She pauses, checks her surroundings, takes a deep breath, bites her lip and shakes her head as her volume returns to normal.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

It doesn't matter how many movies you've seen, how many video games you've played...

A sincere fear floods her eyes, and her breath quickens.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

They DON'T die!

Her eyes slide rapidly from side to side; she is visibly remembering what she has seen.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

No shot to the head, no blunt-force trauma...

She slows herself, and again stares unblinking into the camera, gnawing on her inner cheek before continuing.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

I guess they're already dead, right?

She bites her lip and her eyes drop briefly to the floor before resuming the dead-lock stare.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

Have you ever seen a chicken get it's head cut off?

Kat's eyes flick briefly up to the top of the screen, suggesting the search bar.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

Go on. Search it. It's...

She trails off, and after a beat, clenches her eyes shut. She is fighting back a wave of emotion and tears. Her next words are choked.

KATHERINE

But these are people.

She struggles to pull herself back together, and having regained herself, opens her now wet eyes on the next word.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Were.

Katherine pulls her leg onto her perch, displaying black combat boots and fishnet stockings. She pulls a nearly empty pack of cigarettes from her boot, removes one with her lips, and lights it. Her arms wrap lightly around her raised leg for a moment before she drops it and resumes her original, measured posture. Her movements are methodical, and by the time she speaks again, all trace of the emotional outburst is gone.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

You know what the funny thing is?

A smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth as she drags off of the cigarette.

KATHERINE

It's like we wanted this to happen. Think about it. We put all this hope and wishing into a non-existent phenomena, celebrated it endlessly and treated each other like we were part of some pseudo-elite clique...

Her speech is broken up intermittently by the cigarette, which she plays with, and inhales from, absentmindedly.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Websites... forums... t-shirts, for godssake.

Kat leans forward, her face all but filling the screen; her voice drops low- her words are well paced as she continues.

KATHERINE (CONT'D) (CONT'D)

A thousand theories, a million guesses... and in the eyes of the dying...

She places the cigarette to her lips and inhales deeply, exhaling, almost flirty, smoke directly into the camera.

KATHERINE

...the second guessing of everything.

Katherine sits back in her chair, eyes locked on the camera, and adopts an "Oh fucking well" attitude.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

In the end, it won't change shit.

She half laughs, and her eyes leave the camera to roam the room, her head turning slightly toward the door.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Until then, though...

MONTAGE 2: A man walks through his front door and onto the porch, holding a beer in his hand, and humming an inaudible song. He listlessly gazes at the lights just visible above the treeline. In a too-silent moment, they click off, leaving a look of shock and growing worry on the man's face. CUT TO: A news reporter breaking the story of a sudden evacuation of key military bases across the country. CUT TO: A volatile mob of people as pandemonium breaks out at a grocery store; a man running to his car gets tackled by an unseen person. CUT TO: A broadcast of a man in a suit, speaking from behind a podium emblazoned with CDC, speaking quickly and almost dismissively: "We have little choice but to declare a state of national emergency- Again, this is now a stage 6 pandemic."

KATHERINE (O.S.)

There is an Air Force base just outside of the town I live -

(beat)

- lived in. I should have noticed something sooner. The radio says that they evacuated the military just before it hit... and I was there. Right there, and... nothing.

MONTAGE ENDS. CUT TO: Kat, leaned back over the arms of her chair, cigarette dangling from her lips, hands behind her head.

Katherine kicks her feet coyly, snagging the cigarette so she can speak, a self-depreciating smirk playing out across her face.

KATHERINE

Obviously, I came a little unprepared for the apocalypse.

She takes a long drag, and lets her cigarette bearing hand dangle above the floor. Her next words begin as a mumble and slip into a sentence directed at the camera.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

I mean, really... a fucking Fetish Ball? If it wasn't for an absurd obsession with public radio, I would have arrived a little too fashionably late to THAT party. I think that it's safe to say that, at that point, only one 'fetish' was being represented.

Katherine smirks.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Necrophilia.

After a beat, her smile fades, and she sets her jaw.

KATHERINE

Well, that and cannibalism.

She rolls out of the chair, and lands nimbly on her feet. She stands tall and straight, and indecorously places herself far too close to the camera, displaying little more than her thighs.

KATHERINE

Fishnet. The perfect anti-cannibal. I mean...

Katherine is almost laughing now, partly from exhaustion, partly from delirium.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

What says 'unappetizing' like clothing that screams 'Eat Me!'?

She retreats from the camera, and for a moment looks as though she may collapse from exhaustion.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

285 miles of fear and flinching later, and here I am.

Kat throws her arms out, and after a moment, they fall clumsily to her sides. Returning to her chair, she props her face up on her elbow in front of the camera as she blinks blankly. She runs her tongue across her teeth beneath her lips.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

I've always thought that there was something divine to a sunset on the road- as the last fading rays bounce off of the asphalt and you commit yourself to the night...

Kat smiles weakly.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Heaven was full of sunsets and road trips. I guess I was a Kerouac kid.

Her face falls.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

The first sunset after the end of the world?

Kat bites her lip and blinks once at the table, and then stares into the camera.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Heaven dies.

MONTAGE 3: DELAYED!! OTS in a car, washed out lighting. Rolling to passenger seat to show Katherine in normal clothing, smiling at the sun setting before her on the road. STAGGERED CUT TO: Apocalyptic Katherine, ashen-faced and grim. Bleak filter. CUT TO: Side of the road, Apoc. filter, car blowing past. Artsy shot.

SCENE 2 - INT. ONE-STOP, LATE EVENING, PRE-DUSK

Katherine enters an almost deserted small-town store. With an ear bud in one ear, she glances casually at random items, pausing here and there to pick things up, examine them briefly, and set them down. She turns to face the back of the store, and makes a beeline for the makeup.

Having reached the the make-up, Katherine paws her way through several shades, eventually settling for one near the bottom of the rack. She stands up, and checking her phone, realizes she is short on time. She reaches the end of the aisle at a rather brisk pace, and nearly runs face first into a man oblivious to her.

The man is in a military uniform, and is moving at a steady pace, fixed on his destination. His footfalls seem heavy and his legs less than sure, and hints of sweat can be seen on his face as he passes. Katherine glares at his back for a moment, and then decides to follow him.

The soldier begins to sway slightly, and he falls backward. Katherine, who was looking to the side, barely manages to step out of the way.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Oh my god.

Katherine takes a step toward the man before being stopped by a hand on her shoulder as the man behind her steps briskly forward.

MAN

It's alright. I'm an EMT.

The EMT quickly kneels beside the unconscious man, and rips open his shirt. Katherine drops her mascara. Blood is pooling beneath and upon the skin of the fallen man's chest and stomach, and he is covered in minor lesions. The EMT appears bewildered, and fidgets as he tries to determine the proper course of action. Katherine slowly pulls the earbud free of her ear as she looks on.

The cashier, unfazed by the unconscious man, as she cannot see the blood, leans slightly out from the register.

CASHIER

Next, please.

Katherine, eyes locked upon the man, is unsure of what to do, but slowly kneels down to grab her mascara.

CASHIER (CONT'D)

(impatiently)

Next.

Katherine slowly passes the man, and she hands her purchase over to the cashier, still looking at the man. As the EMT kneels to check the man's pulse, we can see Katherine heading for the exit, still bewildered, but focused inwardly. She exits.

The EMT announces the man as dead, glancing up at the cashier, who is shocked, and the cashier reaches for the phone. The EMT turns away as he stands up, and the body twitches.

CUT TO: Exterior. An empty parking lot and a flickering lamppost. We hear the sound of jets overhead. Through the glass door, we see the upper body of the cashier as she trips and falls, running from something unseen. She is dragged just out of sight, and after several long moments, we can just makeout a pool of blood running across the floor.

SCENE 3 - INT. CAR - EARLY MORNING

The 'webcam' clicks on to a mess of legs, floor, wall and seat before being righted on Katherine's face. Her hair has been destroyed by sleep, and the windows of the car have fogged over. It is apparent that she is holding the camera with one hand.

KATHERINE

Sorry, guys.

Katherine brushes her hair over her ear with her hand, and continues to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

I guess I should have been watching the battery. My phone died last night, and...

She lets out a yawn, and shivers slightly.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

God, it's cold.

Kat pulls her blanket up to her chest, clutching it there with her free hand.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

Thank god for automatic upload, right?

She grins.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

I'll keep an eye on it from now on. We don't want you thinking I'm some dramatic little girl, do we?

She laughs lightly, and then brightens.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

So this is my car...

She's climbing over the seat, now, and the camera shows another mess of legs, hair, face, seat.

KATHERINE (O.S)

That cabin turned out to be a little too creepy to sleep in.

She's settled herself in the passenger seat, and she rights the camera.

KATHERINE

Thanks, though, 'Dad.' Turns out I'd rather die of zombie than syphilis.

Kat smiles wryly. Her sleep has put her in a much more pleasant mood, and she almost seems a different person.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

And just so I don't start thinking it was all a bad dream...

She shifts the camera to show the windshield, displaying a large crack and much blood.

KATHERINE (O.S.)

Check THAT shit out.

She turns the camera back to her face, placing her feet upon the dashboard, and propping the camera up on her knees.

KATHERINE

Crazy, right? Let's just say that gas stations are my new least favourite place.

A shadow crosses the fogged rear windshield behind her, but she takes no notice. She's still beaming.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

There goes my fine dining.

She cracks a grin.

A loud crack at the window beside her jolts her, and her eyes widen in terror. She drops the camera to the floor as she scrambles over the center console and into the drivers seat to the sound of something beating against the window.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

...fuck, fuck, fuck....

We hear Katherine reach for the keys where they sit upon the dashboard near the passenger window, and she drops them on the floor in view of the camera.

KATHERINE (CONT'D)

FUCK!

As she grabs the keys and her hand leaves the frame, we hear the window break, and glass showers onto the floor where the keys just were. The car shakes as something tries to enter the window, and we hear the car start. Katherine throws the car into gear and tears off, we hear the thud of a body hitting the side of the car and rolling under it.

THE END


Submitted: February 14, 2012

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