1 - Day - Main Street - 1
In the small, post-apocalyptic New England town, things are quiet. The air is red and dirty, the sun is too hot, nothing moves saves the occasional plastic bag blown by a tiny, hot breeze. All human life has been destroyed, with two exceptions. They are about to meet.
Onscreen over the town: CONVERSATIONS AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD
Enter GIRL, from the town's grocery store. She's pretty in the way everyone watching her wants her to be, and her clothes are as dirty as everything around her. Her hair is long and tied back. Her hands are small. She has an eco-friendly grocery bag slung over one shoulder and a shotgun held low in her opposite hand. She wanders across the street, sits down at a bench, and digs through her bag for an old-looking orange. She eats it.
As GIRL continues eating her orange, a low rumbling is heard in the distance. It grows louder. She hears it and puts away her orange.
2 - Day - Town - 2
Overhead shot. A white, beat-up Escalade is speeding into town towards main street.
3 - Day - Main Street - 3
The GIRL, still sitting on the bench, looks down the street towards the barreling SUV. As it passes her, the occupant inside its blacked-out windows must spy her - it screeches to a loud halt thirty yards down the road from her.
The door of the Escalade opens, and BOY steps out. He's on the short side and has the kind of face so forgettable you'd probably end up asking his name four times. He stands next to the car and stares at GIRL, who stares right back.
Another beat, then he approaches her. He sits next to her on the bench.
Hey, I'm Lot, what's your name?
They sit awkwardly.
Where are you from?
City, or state?
New York state. Just outside of Albany.
Oh, really? My grandparents lived in Highland.
So, yeah. How's the zombie uprising been treating you so far?
Okay, I guess. You?
Yeah, pretty okay. I mean like it's not quite what I expected, but I'm adjusting okay.