Act 1: Under the Streetlight
Moonlit street at night. A single flickering streetlamp buzzes overhead. A lone night bug circles the light. Edie (a scrappy, wide-eyed zombie with messy hair, torn pants and hoodie) stands motionless, staring up at the bug. Crickets chirp in the background.
EDIE
(soft, curious) Hey… dot bwains?
Camera pans, Zombro (massive frat-boy zombie, cap too small, ripped tank top) slumped like a gargoyle.
Zombro grunts. Edie tilts head.
Another long beat. Zombro blinks slowly. He nods.
ZOMBRO
……Otay. Bwains good. Me big. Me wike.
Edie slowly moves his head to look at Zombro.
Act 2: Zombie Meetup
The two round the corner. Zombae (cute but decayed, stained poodle skirt, torn blouse, holding a cracked phone) is standing at the edge of an alley, staring at a dumpster.
EDIE
Zombae! Hey! We doin' hunt tum bwains!
ZOMBAE
(sweet, bubbly, slurred) Ooooh! Hey Edie. Bwains? Wike… yummy bwains? I wike mines wifs hot sauce…
Zombro bumps into a trash can—knocks it over.
Zombae giggles.
EDIE
(nods eagerly but slowly) Yeah! Wet's find tum fwesh wons. Not wotten wons. Wuck.
Zombro laughs.
Act 3: The Hunt Begins
The trio shambles down the empty street. Streetlamp flickers behind them. Distant dog barks. They spot a faint light from an open garage—someone working late on a car.
EDIE
(whispering excitedly) Hey dies… Look at dat die… he dot bwains. I tan smeww dem.
ZOMBAE
(sniffing air, dreamy) Mmm… fwesh. Pwobably taste wike vaniwwa. My favawit.
Zombro starts lumbering arms out like he's under a trance.
ZOMBRO
(slow roar) BIG HUNGWY.
EDIE
(struggling to keep up) Wait! We shawe! No hogging aww da bwains!
ZOMBAE
(skipping behind) Yeh! Bwains fow evewybody!
The garage light flickers as the zombies approach. A scream echoes from inside. Crickets stop chirping.
