INT. Among the cots in the bunker -day
Peter slows his scrubbing when he hears voices talking about the new people arriving.
MAN 1:
Yeah! tons of them came from the Czech Republic.
MAN 2:
Does that mean there's a chance of rebuilding?
MAN 1:
Maybe. If so many people survived, maybe the land did, too.
WOMAN 1:
Anything from Austria? Or Switzerland?
MAN 1:
Not much. Chances of colonizing there are slim. The few incomers we got are sick. They won't make it through tomorrow. Hope is lost, and good riddance, there's nothing to be done about it.
WOMAN 2:
Did ya hear?
MAN 2:
What?
WOMAN 2:
'Bout who they brought in last run!
WOMAN 1:
I did! The blond guy, right?
WOMAN 2:
Yeah!
A boy shakes PETER's shoulder.
BOY:
Did ya hear?
PETER looks at him for a moment, then goes back to work.
PETER:
No
BOY:
Everyone they found was from France and the Netherlands, 'cept for this one guy! He was just outside the German border.
PETER:
Good for him.
BOY:
They found him wandering' the last pieces of dry land in Denmark, the part that hasn't sunk yet. They say he was speaking Swedish.
PETER drops his rag, and runs, knocking the bucket over as he kicks it.
INT. the doors of the bunker - day
PETER pushes his way through groups of people. He makes it to the front where people are being brought in through the bunker door. PETER stops a man.
PETER:
Where is the Swedish speaking man?
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Gutters the screenplay (draft)
FanfictionA screenplay adaption of the Hetalia Fanfiction "Gutters" by glassamilk of Fanfiction.net To the original story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6122026/1/Gutters
