TWD-Vivian Grimes

ALONE

FLASHBACK

A broken Bob slowly walks through the woods with a machete over his shoulder as music plays through the scene.

Later, he's against a tree as walkers stalks past behind the tree.

Later, he stops looking to his side seeing an abandoned mineshaft. He ties sticks over the entrance making a makeshift door.

Later, a walker is reaching its hand towards him as he lays down on the ground blankly staring at it.

Later, he's walking down the road with the machete slung over his shoulder. He climbs up on the roof of a big rig. He takes his pack off his back and looks ahead.

Shortly, he's laying down on his back as the camera pans upward revealing a herd of walkers snarling past the truck below.

LATER

He's walking away from the big truck with a broken look in his eyes. He hears an engine revving, turning his head seeing a bike and the Green SUV coming towards him.

Brian is driving his bike while Vivian drives the SUV. They come to a stop as Vivian opens the door and gets out.

Vivian: You got point?

Brian: Yeah I got it.

He grabs his crossbow and walks towards Bob carefully. Vivian slams the door shut.

Bob: Hi. Hello.

Brian: Just you out here?

Bob: Yeah.

Brian: How long's it been like that for?

Bob: I don't know. I was with one group and another one after that.

Brian: They didn't make it? Neither one of them?

Bob shakes his head.

Vivian: What's your name?

Bob: Bob Stookey. You people have a camp?

Brian and Vivian shares a look with each other.

Brian: How many walkers have you killed?

Bob: Haven't kept count. A couple dozen.

Brian: How many people you kill?

Bob: Only one.

Vivian: Why?

Bob: She asked me to.

Vivian looks at Brian who shrugs

Vivian: You wanna come with us?

Bob: Yes.

Brian: You got any questions for us?

Bob: No. It doesn't matter who you are.

Vivian: Really?

Bob: Yeah

He sheathes the machete into the waistband of his jeans.

Bob: Doesn't matter.

Later Bob is in the truck bed as the bike and truck starts and drives away down the road. His lips curls into a happy smile.

PRESENT

Lyla, Maggie, Sasha, and Bob are standing back to back, weapons clutched tightly in their hands as a dense fog surrounds them.

Sounds of walkers snarling are coming out through the fog. A walker stalks out from the fog, Lyla drives her knife forward through the side of the walker's head.

Maggie rams her knife through the head of another walker. Sasha swings her sharpened stick across a walker's head. She raises it over her head bringing it down through the head.