Nation Undead Stroll in the Pulp By Travis Olson

Int. (Attack) Helicopter Cockpit- Day

The approaching remains of a city are in view from the cockpit of the attack helicopter. Pilot makes movements to activate the weapon systems.

Pilot: …Weapons armed.

City is in closer view; there is a populace in the streets now visible.

Ext. City Street- Day

Hundreds of Zombies walk the street; the sound of the helicopter blades is heard approaching, though the Zombies take no notice. Women, Men, old and middle aged, and children, walk dead eyed and aimlessly. A young Child wearing a Toxicil promotional hat looks up into the air.

Int. (Attack) Helicopter Cockpit- Day

Helicopter advances to the street and slows it’s acceleration to a hover; the populace below are in full view and the pilot stares out at them.

Pilot: …it’s so surreal…

Pilot grips lever with trigger tightly.

Ext. City Street- Day

Toxicil wearing Hat child stares blankly at the hovering attack helicopter; the child mouths an unheard word and slowly raises hand toward helicopter. Hovering Attack Helicopter’s mini-guns open fire and begins mowing the Zombies down in rows. The Helicopter makes slight shifts to the side and the Zombies are ripped apart in what appears to be waves. The Helicopter’s mini-guns’ cease fire; the still standing Zombies begin to bend over and feast upon their former brethren.

Int. (Attack) Helicopter Cockpit- Day

Pilot simply stares out the cockpit at the new scene taking place. Pilot makes the movements to activate the rocket system.

Ext. City Street- Day

Attack Helicopter launches rockets to the feasting populace in calculated bursts; the end result is the street is littered completely with body parts and half undead Zombies; also the side streets are blocked by overturned vehicles.

Int. (Attack) Helicopter Cockpit- Day

Pilot stares at the street through the cockpit.

Pilot: …Waste of ammunition…

Ext. City Street- Day

Hovering Helicopter rises up into the air and turns away from the city street and flies away from the carnage. Zombies cut in half drag themselves in circles while the immobile undead stare at their missing appendages; there are fires burning from cars and a building collapses at the end of the street; the smoke engulfs the scene briefly masking the arrival of the Military Personnel Carrier Truck. The Truck comes to a halt; Two Soldiers with SAW Rifles get out first and hold their weapons at the ready for any unforeseen need to retreat then several soldiers dressed in latex suits with splash shields on their helmets get out of the truck, they carry sticks with a spikes at the end of them; like for picking up litter. The Latex Soldiers begin walking through the bodies and piercing skulls whenever they find them. Two Latex Soldiers walk toward the end of the perimeter; one stops and kneels, 1, down while the other, 2, watches.

Latex Soldier2: You okay?

Latex Soldier1 vomits into his splash shield and quickly removes it; he looks up sickly at Latex Soldier2, Latex Soldier2 has a look of disappointment.

Latex Soldier2: Dammit… You’re going to have to go to confinement for taking off your helmet…

Latex Soldier1 reaches down a gloved hand and picks up a Toxicil Hat to show Latex Soldier2; it falls from his hand.

Latex Soldier1: …It was like squishing an Orange…

Latex Soldier1 stands up; turns and walks away from Latex Soldier2. Latex Soldier2 watches Latex Soldier1 slowly walk off with his head down in shock; Latex Soldier2 then looks to his other Latex Soldiers; he takes notice of one Soldier having fun with his work and sighs depressed. A Green Flare is fired from the Truck; the Latex Soldiers begin to walk back to the Truck as a Black Hummer drives passed the Truck, over body parts, and comes to a stop in the middle of the carnage. The Latex Soldiers take interest to the Hummer as they file back into the Truck. The Hummer door opens and MP, Military Police1, gets out of the driver’s seat and walks to the passenger door behind him; he opens it and a man dressed in a suit gets out, he looks around the area with sadness but takes deep breathes to regain his composure. The Suit nods to the MP1 who walks to the back of the Hummer and opens the hatch. MP2 steps out of the hatch with a pistol already drawn and pointed at the hatch; General Russo steps out of the hatch in handcuffs attached to leg irons. General Russo does not show any emotion as he steps on a severed hand; The Suit nods to MP1, who steps forward and unlocks the General’s restraints. General Russo rubs his wrists absentmindedly for a second before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar; he pats his pockets for a lighter but cannot find one. He stares long and hard at the Suit.

General Russo: …Got a light?

The Suit reaches into pocket to reveal a pack of matches; the Suit tosses them to the ground next to a pierced head and severed pinky toe. General Russo simply looks down at the match pack and then to the Suit; the General is not going to bend over in front of the Suit. The Suit spits on the ground and then walks to the Hummer; the MPs follow his lead. The General watches as the Hummer starts and drives away over the body parts and passed the Truck that is also starting to drive away. Once the Hummer and Truck are out of view; General Russo bends over and picks up the match pack, he takes one out and lights his cigar with it. He takes a few puffs and then glances about the area; he makes no emotion of fear or remorse. General Russo begins walking down the Street as though he was out for a walk in the park.