Finalized script

RH: Radio Host

S: Survivor

[Interior: Radio station. Background music is upbeat]

RH: And welcome back to 237 days since the Incident. That’s right, folks. Christmas is just around the corner, so stock up on that delicious canned turkey for the festive season. Or better, we could get together some time. I know you’re all giving me the silent treatment, but—fun. Well you know where I am: Same bat time, same bat channel.  And now for the weather.

[As the radio host is talking, there’ll be crosscutting to the survivor: the polar opposite of the host. Broody. Dangerous. The setting is the woods.]

RH: The gamma levels out in sector 2 are a low and pleasant 24, and chances of the sun making an appearance is pretty bleak.

[The transmission can be heard coming from a rucksack. The survivor approaches where the noise is coming from. Opens bag. Find walkie talkie. This is the first voice he’s heard in almost a year.]

RH: For you younger listeners, it was the big ball of fire in the sky before we replaced with one of those energy saving do-hickeys. God bless the late, great government. And that’s about all we—

S: [Speaking into the walkie talkie] Hello?

RH: [Freezes] …And we have our first caller. [Typing, clicking, and trying to find the right security footage to find the survivor] What’s your name, friend? What’s your story?

S: [Amusement] You’re crazy. This is crazy.

RH: You’re crazy, I’m crazy…How about another one? Can you tell me where the nearest infected is in your local area?

S: It’s just me. It’s just me now.

RH: Wrong answer. Take a look around and see what you could’ve won.

S: What?

RH: There’s someone behind you.

S: [Tense, already reaching for the gun. The infected behind him has blotchy green skin. Vacant stare. Survivor shoots him]

RH: That was violent. Wanna talk about it to our listeners?

S: Shut up. [Rummaging through the infected’s pockets; finds photograph of the Infected before the Incident. He’s with his daughter. Looks up and sees the daughter, now infected.]