Grenademan Vs the Zombies Chapter 3 Part 1

by T.C. Ricks, Performed by Matt Franklin

The group slowly rallies immediate family and friends and ponders what to do.

Edited by Fiona Skye

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[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 49

SECURITY GOON #1

There he is!

 

SECURITY GOON #2

Get im! 

Frank ducks back inside and closes the closet.

INT. CLOSET – NIGHT

He looks at the mask again. He puts it on. The guards bust the door open.

SECURITY GOON #1

He’s got that stuff-holy cow! He’s armed to the teeth!

The Security goons scatter back around the corner of the hall. 

SECURITY GOON #1

Somebody call the cops! 

SECURITY GOON #3

Already did, they’re on their way. 

GRENADEMAN

YO HO! FORSOOTH, WHAT WHAT TALLYHO AND ALL THAT, FOR BEHOLD AND THEREUNTO AND SUCH YAY VERILY, BEHOLD AND MARKED WITH WHAT AND WITH WHAT UNTO THE BOLD BEYOND.

INT. HALL IN THE ASSYLUM - NIGHT

SECURITY GOON #1

What the heck was all that? 

SECURITY GOON #2

You mean besides complete garbledygook…I think he’s trying to sound superher-GRENADE!

The goon points to a grenade skittering across the floor.

[Script] Tossing Grenades At Windmills - Page 48

Voice #2

Shame? 

Voice #1

This one showed so much promise. 

Voice #2

The only promise this one shows is that he’s going to be here for a very long time.

Frank sits alone in his cell for a few seconds. There is perfect silence, followed by the occasional moaning, punctuated by more silence. Frank sees that they left the mask inside of the cell.

Frank looks at the door and then looks at the mask.

Frank gets a look of determination on his face and pretends to be asleep. Eventually the door opens and a caretaker comes in to get the mask.

SECURITY GOON #1

What idiot left this in here? Hey you, get up. The doc wants to see ya.

Frank springs up and slams into the guard, overpowering him. He runs out of the open door.  Frank runs into a hall in the sanitarium. An alarm is sounding; Frank enters a closet market, “Storage”. Several workers come by looking for him.

INT. CLOSET - NIGHT

Frank enters the closet and cuts the straightjacket tie on a ragged piece of shelving. He spots his personal effects.

INT. HALL IN ASSYLUM - NIGHT

Frank emerges dressed as Grenademan, sans the mask. 

Frank

If I put it on….I may never come back out again.

Several large looks security goons come in and move toward him. Frank tosses a grenade at them but forgets to pull the pin.

The Process by Day

Lest I forget, I'm writing my notes down.  Obviously, this will not always match up exactly, but I want to try it at least...All of these assume I already have an idea but given that the good ideas list is up to 40, that's not that hard.

Week 1
Day 1- Determine target audience...different magazines have different standards and even within the same genre little things can matter
Day 2 - Map out major story points, character etc
Day 3- Develop backstory/universe
Day 4- Write first paragraph
Day 5- Refine Day 1-4

Week 2
Write Story

Week 3
Day 1 Do basic pass
Day 2 Poetry pass
Day 3 Grammar check
Day 4 Tenses/Common Words/Who am I?
Day 5 Dialog check

Writing Progress

Have had a few set backs on writing.  Lost my notebook, and the first story I started with, "Making Hitler" involves time travel and Nazis, which are hard for me to write, but it was a request so I am still going to finish it.

But I am starting the "industrial" part from scratch to try and get the rhythm right.  Even if it doesn't quite work I will adjust the process accordingly. 

At a high level, I want to do the prework the first week, the bulk writing the second, and the first edit pass the third.  Then I bury it for three months and do another edit pass.

It does mean choosing structures  that can be written in a week, 2500-5000 words but doesn't account for writer's block.

We'll try it first with the first story from my ideas list,"Becoming a Demon"

Eating the Seed Corn

Performed by Matt Franklin, Written by T.C. Ricks

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