EXT. HACKERSPACE – EARLY MORNING
Just south of downtown San Antonio, Interstate highway looms over the street packed with zombies.
INT. HACKERSPACE – MAIN WORK AREA – EARLY MORNING
CRAZY NED is filing through the equipment as PHIL watches highway from the door. Josh kicks a crate of miscellaneous computer equipment.
JOSH: Useless, all this shit is useless. Why did we stop here man. There’s a Whataburger right there.
JOSH points south at the wall violently stabbing his finger through the air to emphasize how close it is.
CRAZY NED: No, that’s no good. Even if the food wasn’t taken, preprocessed frozen beef substitute is not very tasty. Have to cook it, brings the shamblers. No, no, not good at all. This stuff is gold. If we can just get it to my shelter…"
JOSH walks quickly towards NED rising on his tip toes to get above NED and looks at him wide eyed.
JOSH: YOU DON’T HAVE A SHELTER, MANG.
PHIL looks away from the door towards josh.
PHIL: Take it easy, Josh. You don’t want to bring the walkers down on us. This is just temporary.
WANDA: We need to get supplies Phil. There is a mall right across Hemisphere plaza. Probably has lots of shops that didn’t get looted.