of their hands. They move at odds with their own bodies, like humans raised by spiders.
0:34–0:35
Director card.
0:36
A dead hand slowly lowers a gavel.
0:37–0:39
A schoolroom. We see the elderly woman, A, for the first time. She speaks to survivors.
She says, “Life adapts.”
0:40–0:44
Voice-over, A: “So does death.”
A lone zombie on the flat roof of a tower. Looks down at humans on the street. Grabs its own solar plexus with both hands.
Cut to humans below. Drop of blood hits one man’s shoulder. He looks up.
The zombie flies overhead, descending, dripping, its arms outstretched, tugging its own rib cage apart and its bones and skin taut, making them wings.
0:45
A bat crawls across cement on the points of its folded wings and its stubby feet.
Voice-over, A: “There are new ways to be.”
0:46–0:49
A man staggers in a book-lined library. A zombie clings to him with all its limbs, biting his chest. It stares at him. It is sutured to him. The stitches go through both their flesh and clothes.
0:50–0:52
A cellar packed with fresh corpses, knee-deep in oil. A fat nozzle descends the stairs and gushes, slowly filling the room and covering the motionless dead.
0:53–0:54
The hand continues to lower the hammer.
Voice-over, unknown man (B)’s voice: “A different collective.”
0:55–1:00
A montage of crawling zombies, alone and in groups, in many different locations. Some chase living humans, some chase standing zombies. The crawlers tear their quarries apart.
Voice-over, A: “The dead who walk and us, we’re both a problem.”
1:01–1:04
A zombie crawls vertically, gripping the wall of an elevator shaft in ruined hands. The shot pans: human survivors stand, oblivious, by the open door one floor above.
Voice-over, A: “Something’s taking care of it.”
1:05–1:08
The dead hand touches the hammer to the wood at last. It makes a tiny click.
1:09–1:14
Survivors in an aircraft hangar, by a broken drone. There is growling. Dark smoke pours from the drone’s engine.
Cut to a control room. A dead drone pilot watches them on monitors, blasts the jet with one hand. Pull back: he has been stitched spread-eagled throughout the room, a flesh web.
1:15–1:18
Y hefts heavy hydraulic spreaders. There are fragments of the dead around him. He whispers, “ They didn’t come back …”
1:19–1:23
Night. A factory. Its windows are lit from within and we glimpse grotesque silhouettes.
Voice-over, B: “ We haven’t got there, yet.”
1:24–1:27
Close-up of the face of the young woman who spoke at 0:20. She is newly dead.
Voice-over, A: “What wouldn’t rage? We’re eggs that don’t want to hatch.”
The corpse opens her eyes.
1:28
Blackness.
Voice-over, A: “We knew it was war …”
1:29–1:33
A bridge over a river. Two zombies kiss so hard their faces distort as they shove into each other. Behind them, a violent battle between crawling and standing dead.
1:34–1:37
A ruined office. The clicking of a keyboard.
A young female voice off-camera: “Someone’s at work.”
1:38–1:41
A dark room. A group of long-dead corpses sit, quite still, around a table.
At one seat is a living man, shivering with cold. He pushes a sheaf of papers forward, as if for consideration.
1:42–1:45
A rocky hillside. Hundreds of zombies crawl into the entrance of an old mine.
Voice-over, A: “… Not that it was civil war.”
1:46–1:49
Night. Zombies stand motionless by a wire fence. Beyond it are rough edgelands that are rapidly becoming invisible.
Voice-over, A: “Between the second dead …”
1:50–1:55
Close-up of swaying flesh. Pan back to show a zombie on the back of another, as if it were a horse. The shots reveal hundreds of the crawling dead. A few are mounts for other zombie riders.
The crawlers labor on hands and feet through scrub and trash, toward the town. We can see the wire, the standing zombies waiting.
1:56–1:58
Blackness. Title
0:34–0:35
Director card.
0:36
A dead hand slowly lowers a gavel.
0:37–0:39
A schoolroom. We see the elderly woman, A, for the first time. She speaks to survivors.
She says, “Life adapts.”
0:40–0:44
Voice-over, A: “So does death.”
A lone zombie on the flat roof of a tower. Looks down at humans on the street. Grabs its own solar plexus with both hands.
Cut to humans below. Drop of blood hits one man’s shoulder. He looks up.
The zombie flies overhead, descending, dripping, its arms outstretched, tugging its own rib cage apart and its bones and skin taut, making them wings.
0:45
A bat crawls across cement on the points of its folded wings and its stubby feet.
Voice-over, A: “There are new ways to be.”
0:46–0:49
A man staggers in a book-lined library. A zombie clings to him with all its limbs, biting his chest. It stares at him. It is sutured to him. The stitches go through both their flesh and clothes.
0:50–0:52
A cellar packed with fresh corpses, knee-deep in oil. A fat nozzle descends the stairs and gushes, slowly filling the room and covering the motionless dead.
0:53–0:54
The hand continues to lower the hammer.
Voice-over, unknown man (B)’s voice: “A different collective.”
0:55–1:00
A montage of crawling zombies, alone and in groups, in many different locations. Some chase living humans, some chase standing zombies. The crawlers tear their quarries apart.
Voice-over, A: “The dead who walk and us, we’re both a problem.”
1:01–1:04
A zombie crawls vertically, gripping the wall of an elevator shaft in ruined hands. The shot pans: human survivors stand, oblivious, by the open door one floor above.
Voice-over, A: “Something’s taking care of it.”
1:05–1:08
The dead hand touches the hammer to the wood at last. It makes a tiny click.
1:09–1:14
Survivors in an aircraft hangar, by a broken drone. There is growling. Dark smoke pours from the drone’s engine.
Cut to a control room. A dead drone pilot watches them on monitors, blasts the jet with one hand. Pull back: he has been stitched spread-eagled throughout the room, a flesh web.
1:15–1:18
Y hefts heavy hydraulic spreaders. There are fragments of the dead around him. He whispers, “ They didn’t come back …”
1:19–1:23
Night. A factory. Its windows are lit from within and we glimpse grotesque silhouettes.
Voice-over, B: “ We haven’t got there, yet.”
1:24–1:27
Close-up of the face of the young woman who spoke at 0:20. She is newly dead.
Voice-over, A: “What wouldn’t rage? We’re eggs that don’t want to hatch.”
The corpse opens her eyes.
1:28
Blackness.
Voice-over, A: “We knew it was war …”
1:29–1:33
A bridge over a river. Two zombies kiss so hard their faces distort as they shove into each other. Behind them, a violent battle between crawling and standing dead.
1:34–1:37
A ruined office. The clicking of a keyboard.
A young female voice off-camera: “Someone’s at work.”
1:38–1:41
A dark room. A group of long-dead corpses sit, quite still, around a table.
At one seat is a living man, shivering with cold. He pushes a sheaf of papers forward, as if for consideration.
1:42–1:45
A rocky hillside. Hundreds of zombies crawl into the entrance of an old mine.
Voice-over, A: “… Not that it was civil war.”
1:46–1:49
Night. Zombies stand motionless by a wire fence. Beyond it are rough edgelands that are rapidly becoming invisible.
Voice-over, A: “Between the second dead …”
1:50–1:55
Close-up of swaying flesh. Pan back to show a zombie on the back of another, as if it were a horse. The shots reveal hundreds of the crawling dead. A few are mounts for other zombie riders.
The crawlers labor on hands and feet through scrub and trash, toward the town. We can see the wire, the standing zombies waiting.
1:56–1:58
Blackness. Title
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