Me Is Bored...

[Psychomeltdown]

I'm bored. Sue me.


A Psychomeltdown Presentation:
YESTERDAY'S WORM FOOD, TODAY'S...



EXT. - ABANDONED STREET - NIGHT

A fat full moon hangs in the sky. A light scattereing of whisper thin clouds, like cobwebs clung around the shining orb.

Suddenly there's a crashing noise and the sound of pounding feet.

Camera zooms in on two figures, one limping.

MARV
(limping)
Shit. Shit. shit.
Hold on, damn it.


Second figure stops and turns around. Zoom in on the shotgun that's raised. Pull back and see a grin cross the face of the second figure. Camera pulls back more, to have second figure silhouetted by the moonlight. We can see it's a woman, slim, with her hair tied in a bun, thin strands making a whispy halo around her head.

SAM
You're slowing me down.

MARV
Shut up and hold on a minute.

SAM
My life's in danger.

MARV
Hey, so is mine.
Now hold on a damn minute.

Suddenly a scream fills the abandoned street. A blood curdling scream.

Sam and Marv glance to one another.

SAM
what the hell was that?

MARV
I think it was PAUL.

SAM
(shuddering)
Christ.
Was it really -

MARV
Hey, he was slowing us down.

SAM
Still.

MARV
(digs a rock out of shoe)
Damn, rocks.
(to SAM)
I don't regret a damn thing.
I'd have done the same thing to you!

SAM
(staring at MARV levelly)
Really?

MARV
(eyeing shotgun)
No. You friend.
I'd use you as bait first.

SAM
Go to hell.

MARV
I'm already there.
(adjusting shoe)

SAM
You done, Your Highness?
Cuz we should be movin'.
Or at least shifting in a general
direction away from the nasties.

MARV
(Stomps shoe)
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm done...

SAM
Come on then.

MARV
Lead on, Princess.

Together they continue to jog down the street. Sam scanning left and right and Marv trying to light a cig.

Sam turns and notices what Marv is doing.

SAM
What the hell...
They'll freakin' smell that!

MARV
(raising middle finger at SAM)
Where the hell have you been in the
last thrity hours? Those shambling
Dead Bastards find us anywhere!
They got like... Live Human Radar.
(lights up cig)
Chirst, just lemme smoke!

SAM
(angrily)
Those things'll kill you.

MARV
(sighing wistfully)
Oh, God. I hope so...

SAM
(to herself)
Stupid, piece of sh-

Suddenly something staggers into the street.

http://www.zombieking.com/images/zombiek0101s.jpg

MARV
Well. Isn't that a pretty sight.

SAM
Crap. Crap. Crap.
(mock fear)
What do we do?

MARV
(puffing on cig)
Shoot the damn thing.

SAM
(racks shotgun)
Eat lead, Mr. Deadman.
(Pause)
Hey. He looks like my next
door neighbor.

MARV
(still smoking)
Which one?
You mean the fat introvert?

SAM
No. the balding perv looking one...
(eyeing zombie)
I think that perv was trying to drill
a hole into my bathroom...

MARV
(smirking)
Well, I guess he'd have been
disappointed.

SAM
(glaring at MARV)
What's that supposed to mean?

MARV
(making a smoke ring)
Well. You don't really have much to
offer the male half of the species visually...
(makes hourglass shape)

SAM
(fuming)
chauvinistic bastard.

MARV
Uh... zombie behind you.

Sam fires without looking. Zombie head explodes in a cloud of brain matter, rotting flesh, and bone. it staggers for a moment and slumps to the ground noiselessly.

SAM
(glaring at MARV)
You're so gonna regret those
words if it turns out I'm the
Last Woman on EARTH!!
(turns and stomps off)

MARV
(tossing aside cig)
Hey. I didn't say you were
unattractive!

Sam continues walking away, ignoring him.

Suddenly a roar fills the air and another creature comes stumbling into the street.

MARV
(lighting up another cig)
Hey, look it's Paul.
(pause)
Oh.
That sucks..

[IronYuppie]

Aren't there other things you should be writing? Or do we have to wait until everything's too sore from the friction blisters to get another installment?

[Psychomeltdown]

Aren't there other things you should be writing? Or do we have to wait until everything's too sore from the friction blisters to get another installment? Hey, don't have my writing crap here with me at work. Plus the movie is on hold, writing wise, until Friday, still gotta do somethings for others. This is just to kill the utter boredom fo work...sigh.





A Psychomeltdown Presentation:
YESTERDAY'S WORM FOOD, TODAY'S...


INT. - ABANDONED HOUSE - NIGHT

Pan thorugh house, broken door, windows, signs of fighting everywhere. a few bullet holes decorate the wall, along with liberal splatters of dried, darkening blood.

A shadow flickers across the doorway.

Camera zooms in on a darkened face, bright blue eyes peer behind a bandana covering the lower half of a male's face. His eyes scan room, slowly taking in the dried blood on the walls.

The person moves into the room, we see he's dressed in a heavy black coat, boots, and jeans, in his hand he carries a 9 milimeter. The man's name is MEL.

MEL (Voice Over)
The place reeks of death.
The sewage smell of the
recently dead...

Mel moves across the room, making no noise.

MEL (VO - cont.)
The rotting smell of the Undead.
You can almost still hear the screams.

Mel points gun down an empty hall. Nothing.

MEL (VO)
They're not smart.
They're animals.
No.
Worse than animals.

Mel slips into a room, scanning it. Pauses on blood splattered dolls.

MEL (VO)
Animals at least you can understand.
But what drives these creatures?
What makes them kill?

Mel eases a door open, a creak follows and he stops, looking around.

MEL (VO)
Is it a sickness?
What made these monsters?
Is it the End of the World?
(pause)
That would really suck.
I just paid off my truck.

Mel slips into the room, it's large and empty. The large bed is strangely still made, nothing is broken or distrubed.

MEL (VO)
I wonder where Joe is?
He wouldn't have gone out fightng.
This is too damn wierd. Feels like
I'm stuck in a damn Zombie Movie...

Mel moves over to a closet, slowly opening door first and waiting for any suprises. Nothing.

Mel pulls out a small flashlight and shines it into the closet. A huge dun metal cabinet sits near the entrance. A heavy padlock hangs upon the closed door.

MEL (VO)
Oooohh.
What's behind Door Number One?

Mel pulls out a set of keys from pocket, shoves it into the padlock, and with a soft click opens. Mel holsters gun and pulls open the cabinet.

By the light of the flashlight we see several guns and boxes of ammunition. Two shotguns, a revolver, a 9 milimeter, and hunting rifle.

MEL
(whispering)
Jackpot. The Holy Freakin' Grail...
(pause)
Damn you, Joe.
Where the hell are you?

Mel pulls out a backpack and begins loading it with the ammunition and the handguns. The rifle and the shotguns are slung over his shoulder. Though he stops and begins loading one shot gun.

Zoom in on his hands shaking as he loads buckshot into shotgun.

MEL (VO)
Steady there...
(continuing loading shotgun)
Joe would've wanted it this way.
If he was here.

Suddenly the bedroom door creaks open.

Mel turns shotgun ready.

MEL
Oh.
Hi, Joe.
(pause then racks shotgun)
Bye, Joe.

Pan camera to see Joe.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v84/evilknick/Predator%201/crap%20art/zombie-dude.jpg

BANG!!!!

MEL
Sorry, Joe.
(sighing)
You got out lucky.

Mel stands looking at Joe. shakes his head and begins heading out door. Suddenly there' s chorus of screaming, groaning sounds.

Mel pulls peeks out door and sees figures stumbling down the hall towad him.

MEL
Shit.
(begins firing)

[swamphen]

Brushing up on your zombie scenes, eh? ;)

[Psychomeltdown]

Brushing up on your zombie scenes, eh? .
Uh.. not really. This here's just to relieve boredom. The Zombie scene in the Movie are probably gonna be different, haven't written it yet so don't really know. This here's just to kill time and have "fun". :D


A Psychomeltdown Presentation:
YESTERDAY'S WORM FOOD, TODAY'S...
http://www.christiannstpierre.com/thumbs/tdigitalart/tzombie.jpg




EXT. - ABANDONED STREET - NIGHT

Top view of three figures bathed in moonlight and flickering lamplight. One figure is walking away, one is standing still, and one is moving in jerky movements to the standing still figure.

Zoom in on the Jerky Figure (PAUL)

PAUL
arrgggghhhh!!!!

http://www.dr-midnight.com/TomArt/IMAGES/Lores/Zombie.jpg


Camera focuses on MARV, who tosses aside his cig and points and laughs at PAUL.

MARV
Holy hell, Sam.
Check this out!

SAM
(arms folded)
It's nothing to laugh about.

MARV
(pointing)
No. Look his fly's open.
You can totally-
Oh, god.
(pretend retching)

SAM
(rooling eyes)
Dumbass.

MARV
(shaking head)
shoot it.
I'm done laughing.

SAM
You shoot it.

MARV
I don't have a damn gun.

SAM
Who's fault is that?

MARV
(frowning)
You.
You tore it out of my hands.

SAM
AFTER you nearly shot me.

MARV
How am I supposed to know
the safety was off? I've never
used a damned gun in my life!

SAM
This is your defense???
(turns and walks off)

MARV
Come on!
(glances at Paul)
Please?

Paul roars again and stumbles to Marv, who easily dodges the creature.

MARV
Come on...

Sam keeps walking, ignoring Marv.

MARV (cont.)
Fine.

Marv looks about and grins as he sees something by a garbage can.

MARV
Now, who'd throw out a
beauty like you? Hmmm??
(pulls out a wooden baseball bat)
What a waste.

PAUL
Grrrr....

MARV
See? Even Paul agrees.
Hey, Sam!

Sam stops and turns,

MARV
I got wood!
(grinning boradly)
Wanna help me use it?

Sam rolls eyes and raises middle finger.

MARV
(to Paul)
Y'know. You weren't that good
of company when you were alive.
All that panicking. All that
trying to be the boss...

Zombie paul makes a swipe for Marv, who easily dodges it.

MARV
Ooohhhh...
Dont' like hearing the truth,
don't cha?

PAUL
Arrgggghhhhh....

MARV
I'm so scared.
(High falsetto voice)
Help me, Sam.
Help me!
(begins laughing)

Paul lunges again and Marv sidesteps it.

SAM
(angrily)
I hope it eats you,
you stupid bastard.

MARV
Heh. He's gotta catch me first.
(pokes Paul with bat)
see? Slow as sh-

Suddenly Paul grabs a length of Marv's coat sleeve. With surprising strength Paul throws Marv to the ground and lunges at him, mouth agape and ready for feasting.

MARV
Oh, god! Oh, god!
Sam, Save me!
Save me!
(screaming shrilly)

SAM
Get off of him, you dead
Sumbitch!
(racks shotgun)

MARV
It's gonna eat me!
Helpppppp!!!!

SAM
Hold on!
Wait..

BANG!!!!

Shotgun blast tears away the meat of Paul's right arm, pushing Paul off Marv.

PAUL
Arrggghhh...

SAM
Eat lead, Undead!

BANG!!!!

Paul flops over, half his face blown away. It twitches for a moment and then lies still.

MARV
(breathing heavily)
Holy hell.
Holy God.
I nearly joined the
Ranks fo the Undead...

SAM
That's why you shouldn't mock
these things.

MARV
What?
(Looks at Paul)
What does the living dead
care about what I think of them?

SAM
(frowning)
Well... That's why you shouldn't
have made fun of me.
(nodding to herself)

MARV
(grinning)
Hey. I was just pointing out the truth!
You got somethin' against the truth?

SAM
(glaring)
Go to hell.
Next time I'll let them eat you.
Bastard.

MARV
Relax. I'm joking.
I'm joking.

SAM
Whatever.

Suddenly another roar fills the air. Sam and Marv turn around and by the light of the flickering streetlights see a huge wave of creatures coming their way.

MARV
Uhhh... Are the Zombies
supposed to be running??

[GBW]

Are these characters based on any real people?

[Psychomeltdown]

Are these characters based on any real people?
You mean people in real life or poeple on the board? Nobody on the board. Marv and Sam are loosely based on a couple i know, always arguing and insulting one another. Don't know why they're still together. :D Though the girl Sam is based on, Joe (Jolene), does know how to handle a shotgun. The guy's scared of guns. Mel on the other hand is just your average middle class guy, based on no one, though he tends to like guns and knows how to use them.



A Psychomeltdown Presentation:
YESTERDAY'S WORM FOOD, TODAY'S...
http://www.christiannstpierre.com/thumbs/tdigitalart/tzombie.jpg




OVER BLACK:

MEL
(Whispering)
I see Dead People.

BANG!

BANG!

MEL
Well, okay. Undead People.

BANG!!

BANG!!


INT. - BATHROOM - NIGHT

The bathroom door slams open and we see a figure backing into it. It's Mel and he's blasting away at the unseen Zombies. He continues firing, then suddenly the gun clicks empty. Tossing aside the shotgun Mel pulls out the holstered pistol and begins firing in quick succession.

With his right foot he kicks the bathroom door close, using his shoulder to slam it close before anything can get in.

The door shuts and he clicks the small lock, leaning against the door frame, breathing heavily.

Suddenly there's banging against the door and he jerks back, a rueful grin on his face.

MEL (VO)
No rest for the wicked.
Damn lock's not gonna hold.
Cheapo construction...

Mel picks up the shotgun and quickly begins reloading, heading for the small window set in the bathroom wall. the window won't budge. the banging upon the door is increasing.,

MEL (VO)
Of course. You need an escape
route and you get the one where
the only way out doesn't open.
(to himself)
Fucking idiot.

Pan to the door and we see it shaking in it's frame, the lock's not going to hold.

CRASH!

Mel smashes the window with the butt of the shotgun.

He peeks out, seeing nothing and then tosses the bag through the broken window.

MEL (VO)
Damn. Gotta lose some weight.
Damn Joyce's cooking.
Damn. Now i want some hot wings.
With beer.
And a light salad...

Mel struggles through the small opening, grunting and crusing softly. Suddenly the bathroom door explodes and in stumble the Undead.

Close up of Mel's frantic face outside the bathroom..

Cut away view, Mel struggle front outside bathroom and Mel's wildly kicking legs in the bathroom. Mel suspended midway in the wall.

A zombie stumbles and gives Mel the extra push he needs, sending him popping out of the window and crashing onto the gun bag and his back.


EXT. - ABANDONED HOUSE - NIGHT

MEL
(groaning)
Christ Almighty.
My back...

Mel gets to his feet, moving stiffly. He looks back at the zombies, arms awaving from the open window and then raises his middle finger at them.

MEL
Better luck next time, shitheads.
(begins chuckling)

Suddenly three zombies round the corner.

The pause, stare at Mel, and then charge.

MEL (VO)
You don't have to think.
It's like instinct.
You just fire.

BANG!

BANG!

Two zombies drop, heads missing.

MEL (VO)
Pull the trigger and the dead bastards
flop to the floor. I am Death!

CLICK!! !

http://www.gamedevelopers.revolution3d.net/ac-concept/zombie.jpg

MEL
What the hell?

CLICK!! !

MEL (VO)
Fool. You didn't load it completely.

Zombie smashes into Mel and they fall to the floor.

Camera holds steady, aimed at the wall of the abandoned house.

MEL (VO)
Well, this is a fucked up way
to end it.

We hear grunting and then see the zombie suddenly fall back

Mel rises to his feet, boxer pose.

The zombie charges again.

MEL (VO)
Like old times.


Mel smashes his gloved fist into the zombie' face, snapping it back. The zombie staggers back, more from the force than anything.

MEL (VO)
Nothing like hitting flesh.
Nothing better.
Well, living flesh is better.

Smashes fist into zombie's face again, followed by quick jabs to the body, and then a powerful uppercut. The zombie actually lifts off the ground, crashing to the floor.

MEL
(to zombie)
Heavy Weight boxer.
(pulls out pistol)
Never lost a fight.
(fires shot into zombie)
Well, there was the last guy.
Man, was he fast.
(shakes head, grinning)

Mel quickly picks up gun bag and shotgun, re-holstering his handgun, reloading shotgun, and racking it.

He peers around a corner and sees nothing.

MEL (VO)
About now, would be a good time to move.
(pause)
Why aren't you moving?
(long pause)
Move.

Suddenly a small horde of zombies scurry by, they don't notice Mel.

MEL (VO)
Okay. Now I'm scaring me.
You becoming psychic now?

Mel looks about again and moves, heading in the opposite direction of the zombies.


EXT. - BACKYARD - NIGHT

The gun bag appears, thumping to the floor. A moment later we see Mel crawling over a high wooden fence. He grunts and topples over, again hitting the gun bag and landing on his back.

MEL
Son of a monkey whore.
My back... .

Mel gets up slowly, walking stiffly toward the house. He looks around and then pulls open a boarded up sliding door.

MEL (VO)
Home sweet home.

WOMAN
BegonE, Devil Spawn!

Tight on Mel's widening eyes.

MEL
Oh, shit.

WHACK!
.
Black.

[Doctor What]

Dude--how come you're not posting this in the Chat forum? This story is rather good and needs to be shared with everyone.

[Psychomeltdown]

Dude--how come you're not posting this in the Chat forum? This story is rather good and needs to be shared with everyone.Well, posting it in the Chat would only make things a bit complicated when I don't update for two or more weeks. :D This is just for boredom, got nothing else to do, Writer's block, etc.



A Psychomeltdown Presentation:
YESTERDAY'S WORM FOOD, TODAY'S...
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EXT. - ABANDONED STREET - NIGHT

Two figures are running all out, behind them a horde of moaning, groaning zombies.

http://www.resurrectionstudios.net/webzombiesam.jpg

Marv
Crap..
(Wheezing)
Crap...

SAM
Why you shouldn't smoke!
Stay clean and healthy!

MARV
Blow me!
Just gotta...
Catch my breath...
Just give me a damn
moment.

SAM turns and fires, a zombie roars, falling back and away from MARV who it was catching up to.

SAM
Run, damn you!
They're fucking
catching up with us!

MARV
I am, damn it.
I am.

SAM
Come on, Marv!
(turns and fires again)

MARV
I can't.
Don’t' have the
Stamina...

SAM
Shut up and run, damn you!
Shut up and run!

MARV
Now you sound like-

Suddenly a zombie grabs MARV and pulls him back.
MARV tumbles, yelling incoherently. Immediately he's set upon by the other zombies.

MARV
Sam! Sam!
Arrgggghhh!

SAM stares gaped mouth as the zombies begin tearing into MARV. The following zombies all begin grabbing for him, ignoring SAM. Like wild dogs at a kill they begin fighting one another, scrambling for position.

SAM
No. NOOO!!
(begins firing)
Get away!
Stop...
The zombies fall back, exposing a bloodied and shredded MARV. His open eyes stare at her, but they're dead eyes.

SAM
No...

Suddenly one of the zombies lurches at her. She automatically fires, blowing it away.

SAM
Oh, god, Marv.
Oh, god...

SAM turns and runs. The horde of zombies ignore her and continue tearing into MARV.

Camera holds, watching as she disappears into the darkness and the distance.


EXT. - ABANDONED STREETS- DAWN

Sun beginning to peak over houses and buildings. Everything is quiet. Too quiet.

Pan across empty looking houses, a few fire damaged, a few smeared with blood, and a couple with shredded remains of a person lying in the dew laden grass of lawns.

Stop before a small house, normal looking in every way. No signs of damage and nothing odd about it.

INT. - ABANDONED HOUSE - DAWN

Pan across neatly clean furniture. A smiling family in a picture. Everything neat and in perfect order.

Move to a door opened. We hear crying.

Into the room. We see a figure sitting in a corner.

It's SAM.

She's crying.

Camera turns and we see the silhouette of a figure in the light of the rising sun.

It moves.

[Thande]

If Psycho can post random zombie stuff, can I post my Bond spoof?

[GBW]

If Psycho can post random zombie stuff, can I post my Bond spoof?
Sure, why not?

[Psychomeltdown]

I prefer my Wait and Plot poem.

this was just a diversion when working in my old job... God, I miss doing nothing... sniff.