EXT NEW YORK – BROWNSTONE – DUSK
A New York brownstone glows orange in the setting sun.

INT SECOND FLOOR BEDROOM – DUSK
DEREK (22, indie rock hipster), ELLE (20, pretty, disheveled) and STEVE (45, balding) huddle against the wall under a large window. DEREK holds ELLE and glares at STEVE.

DEREK
(Incredulous but worried)
So you’re sure, Steve? You’re sure that dead people are walking around out there?

STEVE
(wild-eyed, disorganized)
Do I look like the kinda guy who would make this kind of stuff up?

ELLE
(Shrugs)
Well…

DEREK
(annoyed)
Zombies? That’s crazy.

STEVE
Exactly, man! Look outside Derek, the proof’s right there.

STEVE opens the window and gestures outside.

DEREK
If this is some kind of-

ELLE
(Gasping)
Oh my God, DEREK. Look.

The trio look out the window, and a well-dressed zombie limps up the stairs. His jaw is a mess of blood and exposed teeth.

ELLE (CONT’D)
It’s – it’s John.

DEREK
John, your ex-boyfriend John?

ELLE is dumbstruck.

DEREK (CONT’D)
(Dry)
He’s – grayer – than I expected.