(Midnight, 3rd March, Priest frantically runs into the camp, from where he was on lookout)
Priest: EVERYONE WE HAVE TO GO NOW!
Auntie Jeana: WHO'S CUMMING!
Aaron (masturbating): Me, hang on…
Mrs Conrad: Disgusting, sexually, aroused, adolescent, twit. Grab a weapon and fight.
Thomas: But, we don't have any…
(Mrs Conrad chucks her usual array of weapons to the ground)
Mrs Conrad: You were saying?
(Thomas is silent)
Eric: You never leave home without them, do you?
Mrs Conrad: No, now grab something, anyhow, who is approaching!?
Priest: Hundreds of them! From all sides! All with weapons, they definitely came to hurt us!
Imogen: All sides!
Greg: Shit like Seattle, were trapped!
Survivor woman: You know what? Screw this, you guys go, we'll spilt up and distract them.
Thomas: You can't take a risk like that!
Survivor Woman: Most of us here owe you that.
Greg: You don't owe us anything… wait a minute, now I look at ya… ain't you from… yes! You're…
Survivor Woman: From that closet, I was in there for years, with that paedophile tying me down. I was so glad to be free, even if it was just back to Mortdale.
Survivor Man: Practically most of us here are from that closet, we were having a meeting we have every week, where to try to recover from the trauma, when the nuke hit and we managed to crawl to surface.
Greg: I can't believe I didn't recognise you before, but it ain't me you should be thanking, Jaya is the main reason we all left that closet.
Survivor woman (to Jaya): Thank you… we never had the chance to before, but to express it, we'll do what we have to.
Jaya: I will lead the others out of here, if you die you're deaths will not be in vain.
Survivor Man: That's right, now take the Winters kids and get outta here! If they die, especially Greg, then we die for nothing!
Another Survivor Man: Wait! I think we need to thank you too Mr. Winters.
Another Survivor: We also had to recover from traumatic events, since you saved some of us from Frank Tibet at Christmas.
Greg: Holy cow, I guess I did.
Survivor Man: Yeah you did. Know this is how were repaying you, we owe you one.
Another Girl around Greg's age: And your Cousin, Joey.
Another Girl around Greg's age: You helped to disable the cannon at Greenwood, I would have never been able to escape if it wasn't for you.
A group of others: Not to mention you guys helped bring down that psycho Kyle, once and for all.
Another Survivor: And you made that tape, that persuaded change in this town, if it hadn't been for the nuke, we would be living much better lives right now. All down to you, we want to fight the people responsible.
Survivor Man: While you get away, look you did this town a favour. Now the town is doing you a favour
Greg (beaming): I guess the morale of the story is, a debt never goes unpaid.
Survivor Woman: There closing in! You guys need to go!
Jaya (epically): We shall do that, (swings swords) EVERYONE LET'S GO!
(The group set off instantly, ducking under rubble and sneaking out of the camp)
Aaron (recording): Holy fuck, those guys are cutting everyone up!
Thomas: Shit, this is not happening, this is not happening…
Gordon: I DON'T WANNA DIE!
Danny: Well were going to, if you keep shouting like that.
Gordon: I CAN STAY STRONG!
Helpless TA: Can you stay quiet?
Mrs Layton: In all fairness, she does have a point Gordon, I mean as long as were quiet we should be fine…
Greg: Yeah we can be…
(Pauses and as if by instinct, everyone turns to where Florence and Jack are arguing)
Florence: WE ARE TO TRAVEL THIS WAY!
(Points to the left)
Jack: NO, NO, NO! WERE GOING THIS WAY!
(Points to the right)
Florence: JACK HENSHELL! BE QUIET!
Jack: SHUT THE HELL UP FLORENCE!
Zsa Zsa: GUYS PLEASE, JUST SHUT UP!
Florence: NO! I SHALL NOT!
(Points finger at Jack's forehead)
Florence: JACK HENSHELL I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU! FOR THE 1000th TIME!
(Long, resounding, pause, the whole area is eerily quiet)
Imogen: Those men… they were slaughtering those other guys just a second ago, why have they suddenly gone quiet?
Joey: Because no doubt, they heard motor, mouth over here.
(And sure enough a large crowd, of blood drenched, hench men, spot the main group)
Greg: (weakly) Howdy fellas.
Leader of the group of Hench guys: THERE HE IS! THERE'S THAT WINTER'S KID!
Hench guy: ROGER, DO WE GET EM ALL!? OR JUST FOCUS ON THE ONE IN THE CAP!?
Roger: KILL EM ALL! IT WILL MAKE THIS A HELL OF A LOT EASIER! BUT WE CAN'T… I REPEAT CAN'T! LET THEM GET TO THE BUNKER!
(The men charge, the main gang runs for it, even Mrs Conrad who would be overwhelmed right now)
Mrs Conrad: Oh great, fleeing like sisses, well done Florence.
Florence: Thank you, twists and turns are needed for the drama to escalate. I do hope you are recording this Aaron.
Mr Rayne (wheezing): How can ya still be recording, at a time like this?
Aaron: It's just my thang.
Eric: There gaining on us!
Suzanne: Hey! You! The Layton Lady. (receives a glare from Mrs Layton, which she shrugs off) where the bloody hell are we going!?
Mrs Layton: I dunno, just keep running straight!
Florence: I still say we turn left…
Everyone: SHUT UP!
(She is quiet at this point)
Greg: God damn it, they just don't give up do they?
Daz: Fuck! Fuck! We are so fucking, fucked!
Chelsea: Can't move.
Helpless TA: For god sake's, not now! MOVE! WALK! TAKE A STEP FORWARD! JESUS CHRIST! THEIR GETTING CLOSER!
Chelsea (panicking): Crap miss! I have generally forgot!
Helpless TA: Oh wonderful, now you've got us killed you…
(Sees option of suicide available)
Helpless TA: On second thoughts, let's just stay right here…
Chelsea: Hang on miss, you said don't walk… (Thinks hard)
Helpless TA: Well this is it… brace yourself.
(Closes her eyes and waits for her death, when she suddenly feels herself lifted up into the air and soar forwards)
Helpless TA: What the…?
(Opens her eyes, to see Chelsea soaring through the air)
Suzanne: (witnessing this): Wat?
Helpless TA: Chelsea, what the…?
Chelsea: Well I forgot how to walk, so I had to try the alternative to move.
Helpless TA: But this is physically impossible!
Chelsea: Miss, I've been told I'm physically impossible being. This is nothing.
Helpless TA: (Laughing): We might actually survive this, oh my god!
(Meanwhile on the ground)
Auntie Jeana: Fuk me man, their getting closer. I may have to use me watermelons.
Alan: G-god help em…
(Just then Helpless TA offers a hand to Greg)
Helpless TA: Come on grab my hand, you hillbilly.
Greg (in shock in what he is seeing): What the… how?
Helpless TA: It's Chelsea isn't it? Who cares how it happens, just go with it and grab my hand and I'll pull you up here.
Greg: Why should I trust you?
Helpless TA: Because, unless you take my hand you'll die.
Greg: So? You'll drop me, no doubt!
Helpless TA: As much as I'd love to see you go splat, the only company I'll have if that were to happen, would be Chelsea and trust me. I would go completely insane if that happened.
Helpless TA: Just grab hold!
(Out of options, Greg does so and begins to float above the ground)
Greg: Whoa… I'm flyin'! This feeling is incredible…
Helpless TA: I know and what's best is that weight doesn't seem to apply to how Chelsea is doing this.
Greg: Everyone grab on to me right now, were flying out of here!
(Suzanne grabs onto to Greg's hand)
Suzanne: Oooh I'm flying… come on Daniel, grab on!
Daz: And what? Fly outta here?
Daz: That ay possible love.
Suzanne: Well it's happening, so just grab onto me and accept it.
Daz (murmuring): This is gonna be so camp.
Greg: Daniel! No Homophobia, on this floating Human Chain!
(However, he grabs on and begins to soar through the air)
Gordon: Wait for me… (Leaps and grabs onto Daz's leg and begins to fly)
Jack: (To Chelsea) OI! Patricia Pan! Wait up!
Florence: RECORD ME AARON! RECORD ME, AS I SOAR THROUGH THE AIR!
(Many of the gang use Chelsea gift, to begin to float away…)
Roger: FUCK! HURRY UP, THEIR GETTING AWAY!
Danny: How the fuck does this work?
Zsa Zsa: Don't complain Danny Boi, just grab my hand!
Danny: And then what? Soar through the air to freedom? Holding hands and singing "I believe I can fly" while all gushing, about how we love each other?
Wilhelmina: Nah, we'll be singing "Fuck you" by Lily Allen, and we'll be singing it at you, as we all fly away and you get slaughtered.
Danny: I don't like this… (he grabs onto them anyway and begins to fly)
Charlie: That's everyone, I think.
Mr Tedious: Can we just fly to the bunker? I'm so relaxed…
Mr Tedious: No not a lake you idiot, the D bunker, like Margaret said.
Mr Tedious (annoyed): NO! NO! NO! NO! WE ARE GOING TO THE BUNKER! NOT A PONNNNNDDD!
Charlie: Their not on about that sir, their on about their pit bulls.
Joey: Aw shit, their still down there…
Daz: Oi you! Chelsea! Fly down! I need to grab my dog!
Suzanne: AND MINE!
(From below them Lake and Pond, are trying to keep up with the main gang, barking at their fleeting forms)
Chelsea: I'm a not plane, I dunno how I'm doing this… I just am.
Daz: JUST GO DOWN WILL YA!
(Instead of this, Chelsea goes up)
Daz (Panicking): Lake, come on boy!
(Lake and Pond are scurrying through the rubble, but it's too late, one of the hench men catches up with Pond, and uses a piece of loose shrapnel to maul the Pitbull to death…)
Suzanne (listening to Pond's dying whines): P-pond…
(Lake turns around and bites Roger on the hand, Roger roars in pain and manages to shake the aggressive Pitbull off him, Daz tries to call out to his beloved Pitbull, but it's too late. Roger steps on the pit bull's head crushing it. Lake's black eyes find Daz's as he lets out his death whine, before the main group ascend ever higher and the corpses of the two pit bulls can no longer be seen)
Daz: L-lake… (Starts to get emotional)
Suzanne: Daniel, I'm sorry…but… his gone.
Danny: What's the big fuss all about? It was just a stupid dog.
Daz (glaring at him): That stupid dog, has been my companion for the past 5 years in this town, so it feels like I lost a mate, so shut the fuck up! You fucking prick! and give me some space!
(Danny is stunned into silence)
Mr Tedious: Look I hate to break the silence here but… where too now?
Mrs Layton: Ahead, the speed were going we should reach that bunker in no time.
Aaron: Hang on a sec, doe we need...
Helpless TA: Let's just get a little higher, shall we Chelsea?
(Begins to fall lower)
Helpless TA: Erm… Chelsea… HIGHER!
(Gets ever lower)
Joey: Now what's happening!
Helpless TA: Were falling!
Imogen: I feel sick.
Chantelle: Fuck me man…!
Aaron: Okay then…
Florence: (hair blowing in the breeze) No Aaron,, the porno scene will star me and me alone.
Jack: WERE FUCKING FALLING THROUGH THE AIR AND THE ONLY THING…!
(He gets no further, as they fall into a nosedive)
Miss Wellington: (completely calm): Oh, were going to crash into the local library or what's left of it.
Imogen: Thanks a bunch! That makes me feel so much bet…
(They hit the floor at this point, crashing through the glass roof, they all fall, into the underground remains of the library)