Gutters the screenplay (draft)

Chapter four adaption

EXT- A distance away from the bunker-day

PETER wiggles in DENMARK's arms.

PETER:

I want to walk.

DENMARK: (PUTTING PETER down)

You sure?

PETER nods

PETER:

Yeah, I'm alright.

PETER's fingers interlock tightly with DENMARK's, obviously too afraid to let go. They both continue to walk. Ash coats their hair, and clothes. Buildings and trees in the background are still slightly ablaze. Each step they take is clouded in ash from the ground. PETER points to a particularly prominent building in the distance.

PETER:

What do you think that was?

DENMARK:

Probably a car lot, why?

PETER:

Just wondering.

Cars line the streets, bent and mauled, tires melted into the asphalt, from the intense heat of the Calamity. Ash, dust, and soot cover what little is left of the paint. Foam from cars, and glass shards from the windows litter the streets beneath the travelers' feet. DENMARK pulles PETER in front of him, hands tightly clinging to his shoulders.

DENMARK:

Stay away from cars of you can help it. Most cars, like these ones, have already been raided for supplies. People hide in the bigger ones, waiting for travelers to pass.

PETER moves close to DENMARK.

DENMARK:

Don't worry, we'll be off the main road soon.

PETER is visibly still on edge. He jumps when DENMARK speaks.

DENMARK:

We're going to take the local route now. There's not as many cars.

PETER:

Where will this take us?

DENMARK:

The outskirts. Maybe Lochhausen. Hopefully we can pass through there without an issue.

DENMARK looks up the the sky, his hand shielding his goggled eyes.

DENMARK:

We got an early start, so if we hurry, we should be able to get there before dark.

PETER looks over at DENMARK. He is limping. DENMARK's pace isn't slow, but it's not exactly fast, either. PETER isn't rushing, either. He grabs the front of his jacket tightly, struggling to breathe. He stops.