Until The End Of Time

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In Chapter 36 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy and Jool flee the pack of rabid zombies and escape to the roof of the building, where Rommy has his last stand with the infected mutants ...


INT. CHEMISTRY LAB - NIGHT
Rommy injects Jool’s arm
with the vaccine. Watches her.

Waits for some sign of life.
Takes her pulse.

ROMMY
Better, better --

He gives himself an injection.
Holds his arm up. Rubs it.

Looks at Jool. Still nothing.
Walks over to the window.
Looks out. Goes white.

ROMMY (CONT’D)
Holy shit.

JOOL (O.C.)
Where are we?

Rommy SPINS AROUND. Sees Jool.
Sitting on the counter top.
Sleepy-eyed. Scared to death.

JOOL (CONT’D)
That was some gnarly-ass nightmare.
(beat)
Could you hold me?

He RACES over to her.
Hugs her for dear life.

ROMMY
You’re okay. You’re OKAY.

JOOL
Can we -- get some ice cream?

ROMMY
There’s no time for that right now.
Zombies are coming into the building.
We gotta go.

JOOL
(hugs him tight)
Will you protect me?

ROMMY
Until the end of the time.

He helps her down.
Grabs her hand.

ROMMY (CONT’D)
C’mon, follow me.

INT. HUNTER COLLEGE BUILDING - FIRST FLOOR FOYER - NIGHT
A pack of screaming, chattering ZOMBIES
run into the building, now
smelling uninfected human flesh.

IN THE STAIRWELL
Rommy leads Jool by the hand
as they stumble up the stairs.

He looks over the railing,
sees them coming from below.

ON THE SECOND FLOOR STAIRS
The wave of creatures
FLIES UP the steps.

AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
Rommy and Jool get to
a door to the roof.

He tries to open it,
but it’s LOCKED.

ROMMY
SHIT.

Jool looks at her hand.
It’s normal. She looks at him.

JOOL
The vaccine?

ROMMY
Yeah. We’re both good.

He KICKS it open, BANG.
They RACE OUT onto --

EXT. HUNTER COLLEGE SCHOOL OF MEDICINE - ROOF - NIGHT
Rommy SLAMS the door shut.
Sees a bunch of construction
equipment and lumber.

Abandoned during the apocalypse.
He walks over. Picks up a nail gun.
Looks at Jool.

ROMMY
Go find the fire escape.
I’ll nail the door shut.
They’ll be up here any SECOND.

She nods. Races off across the roof.
He grabs a board.

Starts NAILING it across
the door with the gun.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Grabs another board.
Starts nailing it.

Suddenly there’s BANGING
and SCREAMING on the other side.

ROMMY (CONT'D)
SHIT.

A mutant head CRASHES through
the door above the board.

He SHOOTS it between the eyes
with the nail gun.

It SCREAMS and POPS,
drenching him with goo.

ROMMY (CONT’D)
FUCK.

He grabs another board.
Starts nailing it over where
the head crashed through.
BANG, BANG, BANG.

A pair of mutant arms
BURSTS through above that.
Then ANOTHER. And ANOTHER.

ROMMY (CONT’D)
NO, NO, NO --

He WHIRLS around. Sees a CHAINSAW.
GRABS it. YANKS the cord. The motor ROARS.

He SAWS through the arms --
CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.
Gets SPRAYED with blood.

JOOL
Walks around the perimeter, searching.

JOOL
They don’t have a fire escape?

She makes it all the way around.
No dice. Then realizes.

JOOL (CONT’D)
That’s what they were BUILDING.

ROMMY
Stands in a bloody mess
of zombie arms and limbs.

NAILING a giant piece
of plywood over the door.
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

He finishes.
Takes off his sweater.
Wipes his face.

Jool RACES over.
Puts her arms around him.

JOOL (CONT’D)
Rommy.

ROMMY
God, you feel so GOOD.

JOOL
So do you.

ROMMY
I missed you so much.

JOOL
I missed you MORE.

They hold each other.
Suddenly more BANGING on the door.

ROMMY
That’s not going to hold very long.
You find the fire escape?

JOOL
There ISN’T ONE. We’re TRAPPED.

ROMMY
Then we’re fucked.

JOOL
I don’t mind dying,
now that I’ve got you back.
(beat)
At least we had these --
last few moments together.
(eyes fill with tears)
My whole life I’ve forced
myself to be strong -- and -- and --
(GASPS)
I can’t do it anymore.

She starts CRYING.
Rommy strokes her hair.
Comforts her.

ROMMY
Shhh. It’s gonna be okay.
You’re with me now.
We’re not gonna die.
You hear me?
We’re NOT gonna die.

The plywood starts to BUCKLE.
A hand PUNCHES through.

Jool SCREAMS. Another hand
PUNCHES through. And ANOTHER.

ROMMY (CONT’D)
Oh, NO you don’t --

He GRABS the chainsaw.
RIPS the cord.
It ROARS to life.

ROMMY (CONT'D)
Stand BACK.

Jool RACES out of the way.
The board FLIES off the doorway --

And a pack of zombies CHARGES at Rommy.
He SWINGS the chainsaw back and forth,
RIPPING THEM TO SHREDS --

DRENCHING him in blood,
brains, skull, guts and goo.

ROMMY (CONT’D)
Got you NOW, mother-FUCKERS.