High above a downtown metropolis. A massive ‘HELP’ is scrawled in human blood on one of the rooftops. We see groups of survivors on the high-rises desperately waving their arms. The city is in flames. Giant pillars of smoke billow from windows and the streets below.
SNAP ZOOM OUT and we see the destruction is much bigger and more widespread. A local news helicopter spins out of control, falling through frame, leaving a corkscrew of smoke in the sky.
We’re in the US Capitol. We see the White House sitting in a pristine scene — no zombies, no damage in sight. Music cuts to silence, we hear a phone ring…
PRESIDENT
Hello?… Zombies!?!?!
…Too late for a cover-up???
We see a tiny (and surprisingly cute) elite squadron of FIGHTER JETS enter frame. They fly across the country in tight formation then release a cluster of bombs.
An aerial shot of a coastal metropolitan city overrun by zombies. We see signs of damage and signs of life. The tiny fighter jets enter frame and carpet bomb the city. From this distance the explosions look and sound like firecrackers.
CRASH ZOOM through one of the smoke plumes and into the city street below. We see that everything has gone to hell. It’s a post-apocalyptic landscape ravaged by fire and overrun by zombies.
Civilization has fallen and groups of survivors have fashioned everyday service vehicles and lame sedans into doomsday death machines to combat the zombies. Our ragtag group of heavily modified cars careen down the street in a caravan, plowing through crowds of zombies. There’s gunfire, sweet jumps, explosions, and dead bodies flying everywhere.
WHIP PAN further ahead. We see the SOCCER MOM’s Van leading the pack. Only now the Van is leveled up into a badass zombie killer on monster truck tires. We hear the tiny mom from inside…
SOCCER MOM
Come get it, motherfuckers!!!
Ahahahahahah… Burn in hell!!!!!
A roof panel on the minivan opens up, twin flamethrowers emerge. The van shoots massive streams of fire on either side of the road, leaving a wake of torched zombie crisps.
A post-apocalyptic intersection in San Francisco. A horde of zombies stagger around aimlessly with no humans in sight.
We hear a cute bell ring-ding from off camera. A cable car TROLLEY rolls towards the intersection. It’s outfitted with armor and a cow scoop welded onto the front of it. When it crosses the intersection, it lights up with machine gun fire out of the windows on either side, laying waste to the zombie horde. The gunfire subsides as it passes through the intersection. Ring-ding.
A secluded run-down gas station that doubles as a well-stocked amateur porn shop, has been heavily fortified with makeshift barricades to keep zombies at bay. We see two survivors using the gas pumps as make-shift flame throwers, taking turns casually torching crowds of zombies beyond the barricade.
An aerial shot of what looks like a nuclear power plant that’s badly damaged and abandoned. The air is thick with toxic fumes, smoke, and zombie stench. We see flashing gunfire amid the buildings below.
SNAP ZOOM into the power plant. We see a small group of human survivors taking shelter in a narrow alleyway. The alley is littered with industrial vehicles, some are flipped on their side, some carry toxic barrels. A large toxic TANKER is wedged against one of the buildings.
A massive crowd of zombies rush the alley. Large chunks of debris, along with a flaming dumpster, are dragged inside the flowing zombie crowd. The pressure from the horde begins to push the vehicles together, creating a big squeeze into the dead-end alley. Fire from the dumpster spreads. The trapped humans shoot desperately into the horde. The vehicles push and pile together, metal crunching and twisting. The toxic tanker is punctured, ignites, then BOOM.
The scene explodes into a cloud of TOXIC GREEN SMOKE that fills the frame.
The thick green smoke rolls back and we’re elsewhere in the Nuke Plant. We hear zombie growls and see the horde of tiny zombies rush from the dense green cloud. Glowing eyes rise through the mist and a group of GIANT MUTATED ZOMBIES emerge. Some big, a few bigger, all lumbering drunkenly into the clearing. From the mouth of the biggest mutated zombie spews GREEN GLOWING TOXIC VOMIT, which scorches the ground below. The mutated horde pushes through the gates and exits the plant.
From up high, we see fleeing cars crest over the hill in a frantic hurry. The horde of tiny zombies, and bigger mutant zombies, flow over the hill in hot pursuit. From behind the hill we see the head of a Giant Mutant Zombie. Right when it steps over the crest of the hill it rears back and spews the toxic attack into a building, which bursts into a bright fireball, then a raging blaze.
SNAP ZOOM wider to reveal four city blocks being ravaged by the massive flowing zombie horde. The horde quickly marches down the avenues, filling the frame with destruction and blazing fires.
WHIP PAN back to the White House lawn, now resembling a war zone. The mutated zombie horde of thousands is pressing at the fortified walls. Blackhawk helicopters are firing bullets and missiles into the crowd. We hear the President frantically over the White House comms…
PRESIDENT
… Oh no. Oh shit, they’re on the steps…
What am I gonna…
(beat)
Ahh fuck it…
A loud button smash, alarms buzz and red sirens flash. Missile silos open up in the White House lawn. A half-dozen Nukes lift into armed positions from beneath the ground. In a quick flurry the nukes flash, smoke, and shoot out of the ground with great force. Tight trails of smoke slice through the scene.
The Kremlin is surrounded by the black smoke of raging fires. Deep buzzing and flashing sirens signal. We see a cluster of missiles launch upward, ripping past and lighting up the Kremlin on their way out.
A pristine glacial landscape. We see a mass of penguins huddled together for warmth on an icy plain. The chaos of the zombie apocalypse is nowhere in sight… suddenly a massive missile blasts through the ice, sending bloody meat and penguin feathers everywhere. The nuke tears out of frame leaving a thick column of smoke to dust the carnage.
We’re high above thick cloud cover as a small cluster of missiles pierce through. Bright lights flash from beneath the clouds, then more missiles. Leaving puffy trails of smoke tendrils growing through the stratosphere on their way to space.
We jump back to see the missiles leaving planet Earth, then arcing back down toward itself.
Punching further away, drifting from the pale blue dot, past the sun…
Punching even further into the beauty of deeper space… our sun now a distant star.
The magnificent shape of the spiraling galaxy glitters. The music swells to an operatic crescendo and…