Mainstream television, the greatest and worst thing out there. Everybody has an opinion about it; this, however, has nothing to do with opinion. The Walking Dead are taking over everything. Zombies, zombies, and more zombies are filing into the mainstream and it's up to the rest of the group to eliminate the zombies. It's the only way the mainstream can stay clean and aware of themselves. The scene opens up in a dark meadow. A loud, alarm-like sound cuts off the silence as a dark blue old-school police box slowly appears into view. A well-dressed man walks out of the police box throwing the lower part of his draping scarf over his shoulder before pulling a small metallic instrument from his pocket. It makes an awkward buzz as he presses a button.
A fat, balding funny man wakes up in a haze, confused, but quickly realizes he isn't in his comfortable New York apartment any longer. He gets up and begins forraging berries before looking for a good place to hide.
In a seperate part of the meadow, a zombie is seen chasing two complete strangers. You could just tell how they were running from the monster that it was every person for themself. A man watched from the protection of the top of a tree, sharpening his knife with a vicious smile.
A US Marshal with a big cowboy hat walked around nearby with his six shooter drawn and at the ready. He nearly fired on a well-dressed man as neither knew where they were.
“Please don't shoot. I'll tell you everything about my family that you need to know... unless that's not why I'm here, in which case please help me, sir.”
“Stay behind me and keep your eyes open.”
Another man completely out of his element, and seemingly time zone given his clothing, keep his senses on high with his eyes looking everywhere hoping to find a clue as to where he was or how he got there.
Nine strangers, one common goal of survival.
