1 INT. RESEARCH LABORATORY - NIGHT 1
An attractive FEMALE SCIENTIST in a gore-spattered labcoat moves fearfully along a wall, passing benches strewnwith broken lab equipment. Her ample bosom heaves as shePANTS nervously, mascara-rimmed eyes darting to and fro.
Glass SMASHES on the floor nearby and MELODRAMATIC MUSICswells. The woman backs into a shadow, not noticing apair of dead eyes catching the moonlight behind her.
The music climbs to a frenzy as something GROANS horriblyinto the woman’s ear. She spins around on her stiletto
heels as a rotted face looms out of the darkness,
drooling through broken teeth, and lunges at her neck.
CLOSE ON the woman as she raises her hands and SCREAMS.
2 INT. BABCOCK’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 2
Eleven year-old NORMAN BABCOCK sits on the floorwatching TV. He has large piercing eyes and a messy shockof hair. The movie scene we just witnessed continues off-
screen with the sound of bloodcurdling SCREAMS.
Behind him sitting upon a sofa is GRANDMA BABCOCK, aplump old lady squinting through thick glasses.
What’s happening now?
The zombie is eating her head,
That’s not very nice. What’s he
doing that for?
Because he’s a zombie. That’s what
Well he’s going to ruin his
dinner. I’m sure if they justbothered to sit down and talk it
through it’d be a different story.
Norman CHUCKLES, as if the idea is absurd, then winces ashe hears his father shout from the kitchen.
PERRY BABCOCK (O.S.)
Norman! Didn’t I tell you to take
out the garbage?
Tell him to turn up the thermostattoo, will ya? My feet are likeice.
Norman nods to her and shuffles over to the kitchen door.
3 INT. BABCOCK’S HOUSE, KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 3
Norman’s mother, SANDRA BABCOCK, is emptying the
dishwasher. She is in her late thirties, and wears ‘mom’clothes that do no favors for her figure. His father,
PERRY BABCOCK, is older, with a neatly-trimmed beardtrying hard to delineate chin from neck. He stands on achair, decked out in tool belt and safety goggles, eventhough he’s only changing a light bulb in a ceiling
Sandra smiles at her son as he makes his way silently toan overstuffed trash can as tall as he is.
Hi. Whatcha watching in there?
Sex and violence.
Oh. That’s nice.
Perry glares over as Norman wrestles with the garbage.
Can’t you be like other kids your
age and pitch a tent in the yard,
or have a healthy interest incarpentry?
I thought you said kids my agewere too busy shoplifting andjoyriding?
He hefts the bag onto the floor and ties it in a knot.
Breezing into the kitchen through the back door while
CHATTING inanely on her cell phone, Norman’s older sister
COURTNEY is fifteen years-old and is the bleached-blonde
cheerleader archetype of every schoolboy’s sordid dreams.
Oh yeah, he’s r-i-double p-e-d.
Like, a seven pack at least.
Ew! Watch it!
She pushes her brother out of the way as he drags the
Courtney, be nice.
Yeah, she totally doesn’t deserve
him. I mean, she’s nice and I
really like her, but she’s a
complete loser. Yeah, I know.
Courtney slumps into a chair at the table, twisting a
strand of gum out of her mouth with a finger.
Norman returns inside and shuts the door, pausing a
moment as if thinking something over.