Rock The Vouhhnn!, Chapter 1: Part 2.1
Page 7 Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Carol back at the store which resembles a Target or Wal-Mart in the background. She's in her early 50s with gray hair styled like Peggy Olson.
NATE
(from the receiver on Carol's side)
Bloody hell...no one else can do it- Andrew, Joy...Gina?! CAROL
(forceful)
Andrew doesn't work nights. Joy's a flake. And Gina does night classes at Riverside Community College on Wednesdays.
NATE Why can't you do it then? CAROL I would, but I've still got to finish payroll for the month. And Julie and Keith are still off this week. NATE (sighs) But I'm the senior cashier on staff. Shouldn't that mean something--?
Panel 2: Back to Nate in the same setting/layout as Panel 1. He's listening to the rest of his boss' statement with the dejection of someone who knows he's probably not going to win the argument. CAROL (from the receiver on Nate's side) It's retail, not banking- and also not a suggestion. CAROL (Cont., second bubble) Soo...see you in half an hour? NATE (with a sigh) Yeah, yeah...
Panel 3: Action shot of Mr. Kelly walking past the couch a few minutes later; the TV is visible in the background. At this point, you could see the beginning of a commercial come on the screen Panel 4: We move to the start of the commercial, showing a middle-aged woman sitting in her office amidst a large stack of bills. NARRATOR (V.O., above the woman) We may have survived the zombie apocalypse. But the old life survived alongside us as well- the stress...
Panel 5: Cut to a shot of a middle-aged man in the kitchen, busily trying to sort out clean dishes while also keeping an eye on the stove which is partially visible in the background. NARRATOR (Cont.) The unending to-do list that never seems to get any shorter.
Page 8 Panel 1: Cut to the manager at some type of outdoor festival or fair worriedly looking over the roster hours before it's set to open.
NARRATOR
(Cont.) Not to mention the pesky beast known as "Murphy's Law." What if I tell you that those stresses are as easy to beat as 1-2-Z!
Panel 2: Cut to a shot of the front of a farm with a massive brick welcome building in the center of the panel; a big sign to the right proclaiming the name of the building- Z-Farms.
NARRATOR
(Cont.) Here at Z-Farms, we help improve our present by using the scars of our past.
Panel 3: We move to an interior shot of the pens inside Z-Farms, showing a long string of zombies chained up in each one. You can see a couple of technicians and doctors in the upper section of the panel tending to one of the pens.
NARRATOR (Cont.) Our Zs- handpicked from the battlefields as well as select Dead Zones all over the world- are held in specialized pens by a world class quad-level security system. NARRATOR They're looked after by a world class team of doctors and dietitians who ensure they maintain as little decomposition as science (and God) can allow. Panel 4: Cut to a close-up of one of the zombies with a VR helmet strapped onto them. They're being looked over by people in lab coats with tablets, typing something into it.
NARRATOR
Behavioral technicians ensure each Z- prior to being on sale- is tacked with a suitable amount of social skills and temper management to ensure the plague doesn't restart. Panel 5: We then zip back to the first image in the commercial (Panel 1 of the previous page). The lone difference being a zombie with a metal facemask on doing the taxes at the desk; the middle-aged woman looking on with relief.
NARRATOR
If you're not satisfied- or lose a limb in action- return your Z for a full money-back guarantee. Which would be a first for us.
Panel 6: Then moves back to the man in the kitchen (now relieved) from the beginning of the commercial (Panel 2 of the previous page), being helped by a zombie cooking the food wearing a nonflammable suit
NARRATOR
(Cont.)
Every customer that's walked through our doors since Year One has said only one thing.