A Script I Made For Theatre
This is a script I wrote for theater. It is a story about a post apocalyptic world and is centered around a character named Neil. It is written for radio, so the sound effects are tailored for radio.
Neil: Thunderstorm in Background, Recording device button click Neil’s log, day 128: The infection continues to spread; I have yet to find a single survivor. I need to find a place to get away from the rain fast. I think I see a survivor in the fog up ahead, I think I’ll try and get to him. Zombie growl Crap! Shotgun loading, Shotgun shot I see a radio station; I will stay there for the night. Button Click
Neil Walks to Radio Station, Rain continues
Door Opens Slowly
Sinamoi: Hello? Is anybody there? Gun loads
Jim: ANYBODY THERE?! I GOT DIS SHOTGUN! I WILL SHOOT YOU DEAD!!!
Neil: Woaahhh. Down there, I’m not infected.
Sinamoi: Sorry, about jimmy, he gets a little excitable.
Neil: Ya, I can see that. I’m Neil.
Sinamoi: My name is Sinamoi, John Sinamoi. And this is my friend…
Sinamoi gets interrupted
Jim: JIM, MY NAME IS JIM.
Sinamoi: He’s a couple diamonds short of a bracelet.
Neil: It’s ok. What is this place?
Sinamoi: Oh, this is our little fortress. It’s nothing really. Just something pa whipped together.
Neil: Who’s pa?
Jim: PA IS MY PA!!!
Sinamoi: Pa is Jimmy’s dad.
Neil: Where can I find Jimmy’s dad?
Jim: MY PA IS HERE! PAAAAAA!!!!
Pa: Footsteps coming down stairs What you want boy!
Neil: I’m sorry sir, I just came in here hoping to rest here for tonight. Uh, my name’s Neil.
Pa: You know how to shoot a gun?
Neil: Come again?
Pa: In a sarcastic tone Did I stutter?
Neil: Sorry sir, yes I know how to use a gun. Why, I shot a few zombies on the way here.
Pa: Boy’s looks like we got a new edition to our little group.
Sinamoi: Yay! I was hoping he’d stay!
Neil: I’m sorry, what?
Pa: Boy, do you need a hearin aid? You won’t last five more days out there alone!
Neil: Why, thank you sir.
Pa: Call me pa!
Sinamoi: Oh I can just feel the love!
Jim: I can’t feel nothing.
Sinamoi: It’s ok Jimmy.
Pa: Now boys, were running low on food, why don’t Neil and Jim go find some.
Sinamoi: Oh darn, I wanted to go.
Pa: Now Sinamoi, we both know your too delicate to be goin out there with all them zombies.
Sinamoi: Oh, fine.
Neil: We’re guna head out.
Pa In a shouting voice: Don’t forget to grab a gun on your way out!
Jim: I GOT MY SHOT GUN Shotgun loading
Neil: Hey do you mind if I take the M16.
Pa: Go ahead boy just be carful with it.
Neil: I will M16 loading
Door opens
Jim: BYE BYE!
Door closes, Wind, Footsteps
Neil: So Jim, how long have you been living in that radio tower?
Jim: I BEEN THERE SINCE THEM ZOMBIES CAME TO TOWN!
Running footsteps, Zombie growls, M16 Fires, Blood splatter, Moan, Body fall
Neil: Holy crap!
Jim: HEY, I WANTED TO SHOOT THAT ZOMBIE!
Neil: Next time, kay?
Jim: ALRIGHTY!
Neil: Hey, I think I see an abandoned Wal-Mart over there, Radio “KSHH†Neil to Pa, come in Pa over Radio “KSHHâ€
Pa: Radio “KSHH†Boy what you want? Radio “KSHHâ€
Neil: Radio “KSHH†I see a Wal-Mart Radio “KSHHâ€
Pa: Radio “KSHH†What you standin here talking to me about it? Go to it! Radio “KSHHâ€
Neil: Radio “KSHH†I’m going over there now Radio “KSHHâ€
Footsteps, Door opens, More footsteps
Neil: Look alive Jim.
Jim: COME OUT HERE ZOMBIES! I GOT MY SHOTGUN!!!
Zombie screams, Running Footsteps, Shotgun shooting, Blood splatter, Zombie moan
Neil: Good shot, I’m going to head over to the canned food aisle. You go over to the drinks, kay?
Jim: ALRIGHTY!
Footsteps, Rummaging through cans, Zombie screaming
Jim: AHHHHHHHHH!!!
Bite sound, Gun falling on floorq2
Neil: Jim? Jim!
Running
Neil: Jim!!!
Sliding on knees
Neil: Oh my gosh Jim, what have you done?
Jim: Moans in pain
Neil: I got to get you back to Pa! Grunts and lifts Jim over sholder
Running, Zombie Screams, M16 shooting, blood splattering, Body’s falling, Doors slam
Sinamoi: Back so soon?
Neil (In a worried tone): Where is Pa!?
Sinamoi: What’s the matter? Gasp Is that Jimmy?
Neil (Shouting): Yeah, where is Pa!
Footsteps walking down the stairs
Pa: What’s all the commotion?
Neil: Jim was bit!
Pa: Well put him on the table boy!
Body is thrown on a table, Glass breaks
Pa: Ahh, hes been bit in the arm. Were guna have to cut it off.
Jim: NOOOOOO!!!! Starts to seize, Moans like a zombie
Pa: We got to cut it off now!
Jim: Moans like a zombie Running footsteps, Jump, Bite
Pa: Sinamoi!!!
Desert eagle shoots, Shells drop, Body drops
Neil: It had to be done.
Scilence
Neil: Pa? Pa?
Pa: Don’t you dare call me Pa boy.
Neil: Ummm sir?
Pa: I loved those boys, and you took em from me! Now I’m guna take you!
Neil: Alright, calm down sir. It wasn’t my fault…
Pa interrupts
Pa: BULLCRAP! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM! OR AT THE VERY LEAST SINAMOI! NOW PICK UP THAT PISTOL! I AINT GUNA FIGHT AN UNARMED MAN!
Neil: I don’t want to fight you.
Pa: Well you got ten seconds before I shoot you full of holes!
Neil: I’m not going to
Pa: Five seconds boy!
Neil: Crap.
Gun loading, Running
Pa (in a wisper): Now that’s more like it
Footsteps
Pa: WHERE ARE YA BOY! YOUR TEN SECONDS ARE UP!
Gunshot
Pa: I’M GUNA FIND YA! There you are.
Neil: Hello sir.
Pa: So it comes down to this, a good old-fashioned standoff.
Silence, Gunshot, Body drop, Footsteps, Door slams, Silence
Neil: Recording device button click Neil’s log, day 130: I begin to walk alone again. I have learned one thing from this. people will always turn on you. Things haven’t changed since the outbreak. I guess this is what I get, solitude. It’s only a matter of time before I go crazy or end up like Jim. So with that said, goodbye. Gunshot, Static
