TWD-Vivian Grimes

SAY YES

Shot of Ian rearing in his boot back kicking a door open, Annabelle moves into the house, gun raised. He moves in behind her raising up his gun.

A cabinet is opening showing plates and glasses but then shut after a second. They open up drawers and searches through the clothes inside.

Annabelle places canned food inside a plastic container.

Ian lays Annabelle down in the back of their van, lips locked together in a passionate kiss. Her arms is wrapped around his neck. She runs her hands down his bare back.

MORNING

Annabelle is sitting in the van, dangling her legs over the side. Ian is kneeling down beside the small fire looking at a map.

Annabelle: Thanks for keeping watch last night.

Ian: It's nothing. I like it.

He chuckles

Ian: All right, you can keep watch tonight.

Annabelle: We gonna win today?

Ian: Oh yeah. We're gonna need batteries for that walkie too. Get it working again.

ELSEWHERE

Ian slides up a garage door revealing two walkers inside. Annabelle brings up her machete slicing through one's head.

Ian brings down his machete through the other one's head.

They go through the lockers pulling out what they find inside. They place what they find inside plastic containers.

VAN

Annabelle is perched on his lap slinging her shirt off showing her black lace bra, Ian kisses her on the stomach before she pushes him down with her on top of him.

WOODS

Ian: What is it? What's that smile?

They're walking through the woods.

Ian: Couple of days out, all we got to show are two guns, dented cans of beans, and some football jerseys.

Annabelle: Pretty much. We're fighting the fight. It's better.

They hear a noise and grass rustling off to their side. Ian pulls out his handgun and walks past her, Annabelle follows closely behind.

In a clearing is a truck and two men hitting golf balls, a fire is shown across the clearing.

Man: If I hear one more goddamn word about Fat Joey, I'm gonna smash somebody's teeth in. Good riddance to dead weight. We should send Princess a damn cake for taking that fat son of a bitch out.

Ian and Annabelle kneels down in the bushes moving their eyes to the back of the truck.

Man: Another thing I don't know why anyone likes Shaun's ass anyway.

LATER

Ian and Annabelle has stolen their supplies, a bag of chips laying in the middle between them.

Annabelle: They got some good taste in pretzels.

Ian: And batteries.

Annabelle is driving the van while Ian raises the walkie talkie upward, clicking the button as static crackles through the walkie.

Annabelle: Two days. We're gonna need to get back.

Ian bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head

Annabelle: Ian......

Ian: Day a half more----today and tomorrow.

Annabelle: We can come out again. We should get back.