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Act 3 

Scene 3 

Roger: FUCK THEY'VE BEEN PRE-WARNED! GET EM! 

Greg: HOW THE FUCK, DID THEY MOVE SO FAST?! 

Imogen: NEVER MIND THAT, HOW THE FUCK DID THEY FIND US!?

Alan: (to Melody) They- th-they were t-trying-to sn-sneak up on u-us wh-why…?

(He gets no futher… Melody gets a warning about flying shrapnel behind them, one of the thugs Is about to throw a piece of shrapnel at the pair. Melody ducks and tries to drag Alan down with her, but at the last second he trips on a pipe and stumbles in the wrong direction, the thug turns as Alan turns around, the last thing he sees is flying metal before with a splatting noise, it sticks into his head and the twitchy, nervous boy, dies twitching as he did so much in life) 

Melody (heart wrenching roar): ALAN! NO!

(Slumps on the ground sobbing) 

Priest: MELODY! MOVE!

(Charges into the scene and punches the thug that killed Alan, square in the nose, knocking him backwards, giving him enough time to sling Melody across his shoulder, as he climbs up the wall ) 

Zsa Zsa: COME ON HURRY! 

Miss Wellington: (Sobbing): HARRY! HARRY! HELP ME, OH GOD! 

(Roger has caught her in a headlock, Harry is about to run and help her, until he sees several other buff men. They all surround Roger all with sharp objects in their hands, something in him snaps and cowardice wins, and he runs like he has never run before in his life) 

Miss Wellington: HARR…!

(Her cry is caught short, as Roger slits her throat with a blunt end of a metal bar, she dies choking on the floor of the library, the pass to the bunker slipping between her lifeless fingers) 

Roger: Good work men, get the rest and get that pass…  

(A form speeds past him, sweeping up the pass to the bunker) 

Roger: GET THAT PASS! GET THAT BOY! KILL HIM! 

(Danny, who has the expertly stolen the pass from under his nose, soon finds himself surrounded by the thugs) 

Danny: Fuck!

Wilhelmina: (punching a thug in the balls) Come on Damien! Fight like a man!

(They try too, but soon become lost in a swamp of thugs who pummel them) 

Sasha: GUYS! 

Auntie Jeana (throwing her watermelons): IT'S NO GOOD LOVE! BACK UP! BACK UP! UP THE WALL NOW! 

Imogen: We ain't gonna make it!

Sasha: Hang on I got this… (Swishes mace at thug who was about to jump on Imogen) quick, go girl!

Mrs Conrad (slicing off heads): Well I'm getting overwhelmed, RETREAT! RETREAT! 

Auntie Jeana: Imma out watermelons, man!

(Begins to run to safety) 

(They run for it, but Sasha begins to fall behind, a thug grabs her foot and she falls flat on her face she gets up but by this point she is surrounded) 

Sasha (panicked): GUYS! H-HELP! 

Gordon: HOLY FUCK! SASHA! 

Greg: SASHA! 

Mrs Conrad: We'll die if we go back for her, you make your choice, die for nothing, or make sure she dies for a reason.

Greg (breaking down): I'm sorry Sasha!

Sasha: GO! JUST GO! I'M FINISHED! I'LL TRY TO HOLD EM OFF! 

(They all retreat, as Sasha tries to fend the thugs off, but eventually they overwhelm her, her mace falls from her fingers as she is slowly ripped apart and the her dying screams fill everyone's ears) 

Greg: Sasha… (The tough black girl falls dead, just as Wilhelmina and Danny manage to fight their way towards the wall… both are bleeding heavily but still moving) 

Charlie: C'mon! 

(Wilhelmina gets to safety, Danny is about too, before Roger grabs his foot) 

Roger: Going somewhere?

Danny: FUCK OFF! 

(Launches a well-aimed foot at Roger's teeth, a couple of Roger's teeth go flying from his mouth, as he falls, he creates a domino effect in which many people fall after him)

Danny: Let's get the hell out of here! 

(The gang were holding onto him as Roger tried to drag him down, now they drag him to the surface, and as they do they all begin to run… with Mrs Layton leading them, they run… and run… and run… until finally one by one they all collapse completely exhausted.)

(After 10 minutes, Mrs Conrad is the first to regain her breath) 

Mrs Conrad: Right, whose still here?

(She head counts Greg, Imogen, Eric, herself, Gordon, Chelsea, Helpless TA, Chantelle, Charmaine, Aaron, Thomas, Jaya, Danny, Wilhelmina, Jack, Florence, Zsa Zsa, Priest, Suzanne, Daz, Mrs Layton, Mr Rayne, Mr Tedious, Joey Melody, Charlie and Auntie Jeana) 

Eric: 27 of us.

Melody (bitterly): We lost Miss Wellington, Sasha… and… and Alan… as well as the two dogs today.

Mrs Conrad: We've gone from 32  to 27 in the space of a day.  5 of us down.

Danny (wincing in the pain): And the day ain't even over yet.

Jack: Ain't you a bag of positivity?

Danny: I try… (winces in pain)

Eric: I better take a look at you… you to Wilhelmina.

Wilhelmina: I dunno how we got outta that.

Danny: Teamwork Wilhelmina! Believe it or not, you're pretty good with your fists.

Wilhelmina: And you're a good thief, as much as I hate to admit it.

Eric: Why, what did you get? 

(Danny smiles and holds up the pass to the bunker in his bloody palm) 

Joey: Oh thank the lord! I thought we lost it!

Mrs Layton: Well were back on track, thanks to you Danny, we better get moving soon. I wanna put as much distance between me and those guys as possible.

Imogen: Yeah… I can't believe how fast that all happened.

 Gordon (panicking): If… they got S-Sasha, they'll get us we- a-are so fucked… 

Auntie Jeana: Calm yourself, if we keep moving, we should be fine.

Gordon (gulping): I hope.

Mr Tedious: (too himself) what the hell did I do… what the hell did I do? She needed you and you just… 

Charmaine: Sir? 

Mr Tedious: Y-yeah? 

Charmaine: Come on, we gotta go.

Mr Tedious: (sighing) Haven't we always?

Chantelle: (To Danny and Wilhelmina) Well am yow two feeling better? We need to get a move on.

Wilhelmina: Next time you break a few bones, you can be the judge.

Eric: I'll carry you, Auntie Jeana you can carry Danny.

Danny: Why her? 

Auntie Jeana: Cause I won't tolerate ya bullshit.

(Danny is silent, as the group moves onwards in a mournful silence) 

(At sunset they take a short stop, Wilhelmina leans against a pole to get her breath before she starts moving again, Greg looks up and see the post shows the still standing Welcome to Mortdale gratified as fuck off to Mortdale sign) 

Greg (thinking): I remember when I first came… now I'm leavin'… 

Imogen: Greg? 

Greg: Yeah?

 Imogen: It's time to go.

Greg: Yeah… Farewell Mortdale.

(Greg takes one last glance at the destroyed town of Mortdale, in the sunset and with a sigh turns around to face the Long road ahead) 

(The group trek on finding nothing but more rubble, eventually they come across a house which is still partially standing and decide to take shelter there for the night, as they sleep with Mrs Conrad on guard…) 

(Meanwhile) 

TPM: They still alive? 

Minion 1: Yes.

TPM: Good, on with the plan then.

(Midnight arrives) 

The End

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