Mrs Conrad: I'm guessing Charmaine, Mr Tedious and Auntie Jeana didn't make it then?
Mrs Layton: No, Charmaine and Mr Tedious gave their lives to save ours.
Gordon (crying): And my-my aunt was killed (Chris Crocker moment) BY THOSE BASTARDS! (Bursts into tears)
Mrs Conrad: Oh stop being such a scrawny, whiny annoying little brat, sure your aunt may be gone, but now I am the group's powerhouse!
Eric: Yeah, the last one hon. You know why they aimed and killed Auntie Jeana, with her gone, it will be you next!
Mrs Conrad: Their aiming for all of us Eric, were running out of time, we need to get to that damn bunker.
Danny: Speaking of aiming for people, I met the man Roger himself and we had an interesting chat.
(As the group continues to walk, he explains how Roger seemed angry at TPM and how Roger and his men want to kill them all and get to the bunker)
Joey: Well it's simple really, their pissed at TPM and maybe TPM has sent more men out to kill them, so they're going to the bunker too.
Greg: And killin' us? No this doesn't make any sense, they wanna get in the bunker, because they are obviously mad at TPM at this point, so I've got a theory. What if TPM is in that bunker and his men wanna get revenge, by getting to him?
Imogen: Then why would send men out to kill us and stop us getting to the bunker? He can't be there.
Greg: It's the only safe haven we've heard of Imogen. Maybe he told us to go there deliberately, so he can finish us off.
Mrs Conrad: Well one man against me with an axe and my gun here, he hasn't got a chance.
Thomas: What if his got more men?
Wilhelmina: Could be an ambush.
Eric: Either way, we have to get to that bunker, whether or not there is a trap there, it will give us supplies and protection.
Mrs Layton: We might not make it through, were out of food, our water's nearly gone, our medical supplies are too Mrs Conrad has the only gun for protection, the rest of us have metal bars and pieces of shrapnel. We can't afford another attack, or we won't be able to heal our wounds.
Danny: Yeah and some of us are already wounded, add to the fact this is a nuclear wasteland, our wounds are probably mutating.
Greg: God when does nightmare end?
(The group stumble onwards, exhausted, weary, dreading the future, aching from their wounds and fatigue and in general in bad spirits. Night falls and as its pitch black when Gordon notices a figure watching them)
(Everyone sees the shadow figure, seemingly vanish into the distance)
Greg: Were being tailed, I don't like this.
Jack: I've had enough of this… we have a shadow on our backs and how!? Because someone here is a traitor! That's how we keep getting tracked down! Somebody is working with TPM!
Florence: Can we discuss this later… were all just tired and highly strung.
Jack: NO! WERE DISCUSSING THIS NOW!
Danny: Calm the fuck down! Bro...
Jack: Don't bro me! How do we know, you're not working with Roger? Your chat could have been a lie?!
Wilhelmina: Hey! I saw…
Jack: It could be both of you!
Mrs Conrad: Will you pipen down you paranoid idiot! I'll deal with the traitor, if there is one when's it time.
Jack: NOW IS THE TIME! AND THERE IS A TRAITOR! THE EVIDENCE IS TOO OVERWHELMING, WE FUCKING SORT THIS NOW!
Mrs Conrad: SHUT UP, OR I MIGHT…!
Jack: SHOOT ME!? YEAH MISS, NO ONE QUESTIONS YOUR AUTHORITY, DO THEY? YOU COULD BE THE TRAITOR!
Mrs Conrad: You will end up worse than dead if you keep accusing me.
Gordon: GUYS! PLEASE JUST STOP IT! STOP IT!
Jack: You're a nervous wreck, we should quiz you, maybe then you'd break.
Imogen: That's enough Jack, you're upsetting him, you're upsetting everyone!
Jack: I DON'T CARE IMOGEN! I'VE GOT MY EYE ON WHO THE TRAITOR IS! IT'S EITHER GREG, CHARLIE, GORDON, SUZANNE OR AARON!
Florence: JACK PLEASE THOU ART TO STOP!
Greg: IT IS NOT ME JACK! SO DON'T Y'ALL EVEN GO THERE! I KNOW THERE'S A TRAITOR BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO SOLVE THIS!
Jack: YOU KNOW THERE IS A TRAITOR THEN HELP ME! QUIZ HER!
(Points at Suzanne who is still unconscious on Daz's back)
Daz: SHE'S OUT OF IT! AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU ACCUSE HER AND GREG!?
Jack: THEIR BOTH OUT OF TOWNERS! THEY SEEM LIKELY TO HAVE PASTS THEIR NOT TELLING US ABOUT! AND GORDON'S ON EDGE, SO IT COULD BE HIM…!
(Gordon Is currently hiding behind Chelsea)
Helpless TA: You guys c'mon…
Jack: HELPLESS TA WAS EVIL ONCE! WHY NOT AGAIN!
Helpless TA: Because there's no personal gain for me and why accuse that innocent kid and Aaron?
Aaron: Hey ay thinking straight miss, it's just because I've been flirting with Florence, his accusing me!
Jack: OH YEAH! WELL YOU'VE BEEN RECORDING A LOT! HOW DO WE KNOW TP FUCKING M AIN'T WATCHING US THROUGH YOUR CAMERA!
Aaron: BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING CONNECTED TO NOTHING!
Jack: I BET IT'S YOU! YOU'RE A SCUMBAG AND YOU CHARLIE, YOU'RE TOO QUIET AND INNOCENT TO BE REAL!
Charlie: But I am!
Jack: SHUT THE FUCK UP KID! IN FACT REVEAL YOU'RE THE TRAITOR AND WE'LL LEAVE YOU HERE TO DIE!
Florence: JACK NO! PLEASE!
Jack: FLORENCE THESE PEOPLE ARE OUT TO…
Florence: I ADMIT IT I'M THE TRAITOR!
Jack (laughing): I know it's not you Florence, I know you scared of me, but once this is over you'll be safe and that's all that matters.
Florence (sobbing): It wasn't me… just please, don't hurt anyone.
Jack: I'm sorry you know I can't do that… SO YOU HEAR THAT!? FLORENCE DID A NOBLE THING, NOW CHARLIE? AARON? ANYTHING YOU WANNA SAY?!
Aaron: YOU THINK IT WAS FUCKING US!
Jack: YES! IT'S FUCKING YOU OR CHARLIE! I FUCKING KNOW IT IS! LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME YOU'RE INNOCENT!
(They don't meet his gaze)
Jack: HA! ONE OF YOU IS THE TRAITOR! I KNOW IT! WE SHOULD KILL YOU NOW!
Charlie: (Crying) NO! PLEASE GOD NO!
Jack: YES! NOW FUCKING CONFESS BEFORE I…!
Joey: THAT'S A FUCKING ENOUGH!
(Stands by Charlie side)
Joey: HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU ACCUSE AN 11 YEAR OLD OF MURDER OR AARON!? YOU COULD BE THE TRAITOR FOR ALL WE KNOW!
Jack: SHUT UP JOISEY BOY! AND SIT DOWN OR I MIGHT…!
Joey: (Exploding) NO, I'M NOT FUCKING SITTING DOWN! YOU'VE UPSET PEOPLE CLOSE TO ME TONIGHT AND FUCKING PISSED OFF AT YOU! HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BLAME OTHER PEOPLE!? LOOK AT YOURSELF! YOU'RE A BROKEN PARANOID WRECK! BECAUSE YOU'RE MUM'S DEAD! GET THE FUCK OVER IT, YOU WASTE OF SPACE! ALL YOU ARE IS A MOMMA'S BOY WHOSE TRYING TO ACT ALL TOUGH AND HARD BECAUSE SHE'S DEAD! YOU THINK YOU’RE SAVING THE GROUP YOU’RE FUCKING DESTROYING IT! YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S SCARED OF YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A PSYCHO! SHE'LL NEVER LOVE YOU! NO ONE REALLY WILL! YOU'RE ARE SIMPLY PATHETIC!
(A heavy silence follows these last words, Jack pauses and tears begin to fall from his eyes)
Charlie: Thanks for sticking up for me.
Joey: (panting) No... problem.
Greg: Oh-kay so now we should…
Jack (muttering harshly, words that Charlie hears): Joey's an outsider too, his the traitor…
(Before anyone can stop him, Jack swipes Mrs Conrad's gun from where's it's slung on her back, pushing her aside he aims the gun directly at Joey, a mad look in his eyes, Charlie who has been watching Jack ever since he heard those words, reacts instantly)
Charlie: JOEY MOVE!
(Charlie pushes Joey to the floor, just as the spray of bullets from the shotgun are fired, they meet Charlie in mid-air and the innocent 11 year old's head is blown to pieces and his dead before he hits the floor, a few shells graze Joey's hip causing them to bleed heavily)
(In the shocked silence that follows Charlie's shooting, Mrs Conrad snatches her gun back and an enraged Greg, pins a shocked Jack to the floor)
Greg: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO! (Punches him in the face repeatedly and only Imogen and Florence come to pry him off. While all Joey can do is stare at Charlie's dead body in a haze, his own hip nearly blown off, and he is slowly bleeding to death)
Jack: (crying and his face a bloody mess from Greg's beating): He… he was dangerous!
Joey: HE WAS FUCKING INNOCENT! YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU! (He coughs blood after this)
Imogen: GUYS! PLEASE JUST CALM DOWN!
Greg: CALM DOWN! HE JUST FUCKING KILLED A KID IMOGEN!
Jack: (crying) I DID'NT... I DIDN'T THINK…
Florence (crying): JACK WHY!?
Jack: (hugging her tightly and forcing her to look into his eyes) I'M SORRY FLORENCE (Breaks down completely) I'M SORRY EVERYONE! I MADE A MISTAKE! IT WASN'T CHARLIE I WAS JUST TRYING TO KEEP THE GROUP SAFE! TO KEEP YOU SAFE FLORENCE! MY LITTLE PRINCESS! I… I… JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT!...
(Has a complete nervous breakdown and collapses onto the floor)
(Jack carries on crying)
Florence (louder): Jack!
(He looks up)
Florence (now crying heavily as well): You did a terrible thing, but I know… I know why… I understand and whatever happens I'll stand by you I still love you I always have.
Jack: F… Florence I… (He gets no further he simply kisses her with all his might however as they embrace he opens an eye and sees a figure running towards him, with a knife shining in the moonlight the knife is inches from Florence's neck)
Jack: GO! (He throws himself over Florence, just as the man slices the knife through the air and rather than silting Florence's neck it silts Jack's)
Florence (screaming): JACK!
(The boy starts twitching, as Mrs Conrad shoots the man)
Jack: Flor… Flor… pre… pretty girl…
(and with this he slumps on top of Florence, having bled out and died, a hysterical Florence is screaming in horror and grief beneath him)
Florence: JACK! JACK! JACK!
Mrs Layton: Shit, I'll get her…
Mrs Conrad: ROGER'S MEN! THEIR HERE! THEY MUST HAVE OVERHEARD THE ARGUMENT!
(Mrs Layton drags a grieving Florence from Jack's body)
Mrs Layton: EVERYONE QUICK INTO THOSE WOODS! WE SHOULD LOSE EM!
(Points at a large clump of surviving coniferous trees nearby)
Greg: SHIT COME ON JOEY!
Joey: I CAN'T MOVE THESE HALF MY HIP'S BEEN BLOWN OFF!
Daz: JOEY! C'MON!
Joey: FUCK IT! I'M DONE FOR! JUST GO GREG!
Greg: I'LL CARRY YOU JOEY!
Joey: DON'T! YOU'LL ONLY SLOW BOTH OF US DOWN… JUST GO… COU-SEN!
(They both smile at each other, before Greg is forced to abandon Joey, as Roger's men are nearly upon them, meanwhile Joey tries dragging himself towards the forest but his struggle seems helpless...)
Daz: WHERE'S JOEY GREG!
Greg (sobbing): He… he didn't make it Dan!
(The group retreat into the forest and when everything is silent and Roger's men are once again out of sight, the group relax, but there is a silence, a grieving silence, everyone simply decides to sleep on the forest floor)
Mrs Layton: You okay Florence?
(Florence is staring blankly into space, silently crying, not even registering the nearby camera Aaron is recording on)
Florence: Just leave me to grieve… please.
(Elsewhere Suzanne stirs)
Suzanne: Ah, my head… Dan… hey what happened? where are we?
(Daz begins to tell her all of what's happened, nearby Greg is sombre and lying on the ground when Imogen approaches to hug him, he doesn't react)
Imogen: I'm sorry about Joey.
Greg: Can't believe his gone.
Imogen: Poor Charlie, poor Joey, poor Jack even if he did go insane, he died saving Florence.
Imogen: Well if it helps, we didn't actually see Joey die.
Greg (snappish) His dead Imogen! He was bleeding out! With no medical supplies! And Roger and his men must have got him! His dead…! (punches floor in frustration and starts to cry)
Imogen: I'm so sorry, I can''t think of anything else to say.
Greg: Were all screwed. that's all there is to say. I want us to be screwed, I wanna give up, but I just can't. Because the only thing stronger than my grief, is my thirst for revenge.
Imogen: Tommorrow Greg, we'll wake up. We might die. But we'll get up, you and me, we'll keep going, until we can't go on anymore. We. Will. Reach. That. Bunker. I swear to you.
Greg: Yeah... we will.
(he and Imogen cuddle agaisnt each other and begin to doze off)
Mrs Conrad: The Whole group is in shock.
Eric: So am I, what happens now then?
Mrs Conrad: Tomorrow we set off, we find food, we find supplies we survive end of tale.
Wilhelmina: Hey Danny.
Danny: Oh I'm Danny now?
Wilhelmina: Yeah… I wanna touch you.
(Danny looks at her perplexed and then notices her words are slurred)
Danny: Hang on a second, you're drunk, aren't you!?
Wilhelmina: I'm not drunk, you're just blurry.
Danny: Course you are, now please explain why you're wasted.
Wilhelmina: All those people dying… those men are gonna kill us at any given minute… with have no supplies… no hope. I'm entitled to a drink ay I?
Danny: We can't get wasted now! In fact, is that what was in your flask the whole time, alcohol?
Wilhelmina: I needed a little boost to keep me going right? No one else gives me support do they? Certainly not you, (burps in his face)
Danny: Charming… my half-brother dies and now this.
Wilhelmina: Still I've used up all my alcohol now by tomorrow I'm gonna be depressed as fuck and ready to be an emo! (Laughs) or even better a fucking goth! You wanna be a goth Danny! Or wait for it! DENNY! WOO!
Danny: Yeah Denny incredible…
(Stares at a drunk Wilhelmina for a while)
Danny: You didn't tell anyone all day.
Wilhelmina: About what?
Danny: Me being a klemo, you kept your word.
Danny: Thank you.
Wilhelmina (in shock): Did I just hear you apologise… no your faking it you don't care about anyone, remember what you said back in… where was it… Hogwarts?
Danny: No, I'm serious about this, thank you.
(He turns around and goes to sleep, while a stunned Wilhelmina gazes at his form, she finally decides to sleep, not really believing Danny Flynn actually thanked her for something…)
TPM: Midnight approaches…
Minion 1: A week has nearly passed.