The Domestics

Synopsis: In a terrifying post-apocalyptic world inhabited by gangs divided into deadly factions, a husband and wife race desperately across the countryside in search of safety and must work together as they are pushed to the breaking point in order to survive.
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Director(s): Mike P. Nelson
Production: Orion Classics
95 min


You probably

already know what happened.

Then again, you might not.

You might not even give a shit.

But I'm gonna tell you anyway.

We all went about

our daily lives,

oblivious to how bad things

were in the world.

And then they hit

the reset button,

erasing all of their problems along with hundreds

of millions of lives.

No one saw it coming.

The end.

The lucky ones

were dead in seconds.

As for the rest of us,

immune to the black poison,

we had to decide.

Hang on to the civility

of the past,

or become savages

in a new dark future.

Hey, kids, this is 99.2 KILU...

and you're listening

to Crazy Al's radio party,

The Last Radio Show.

Here's another safety update

for all you domestics

out there,

just trying to stay alive.

If you're new to the area,

listen up,

and I'll fill you in

on all the shit

we've been dealing with

here, in the

once beautiful Midwest.

Still no word

from the US government.

What a shocker.

But I suppose when you make

the decision to crop dust

your country

with deadly chemicals,

there's really not

much more to say.

I guess that's what happens

when a democracy turns

into a dictatorship.

You thought

we had problems before?

Debts, disease,

dwindling resources?

Some barista put too much syrup in your macchiato

fucking Frappuccino?

You know what I saw

the other day?

A guy wearing a goddamn

deer head holding an AK-47.

The crazy thing is,

the son of a bitch

used to be my neighbor.

This once great nation

on God's green earth

no longer belongs to God.

It belongs to the gangs.

That's right, daddy-o,

the Midwest may have been

the land of macaroni casserole, fresh cut lawns

and Schlitz beer,

but we've got some

of the worst gangs

in the country.

Nailers, Plowboys,

Gamblers, Cherries, Sheets,

just to name a few.

They're all bad news.

So keep your eyes open,

your guns loaded,

because in this world,

you shoot first,

then run like hell.

You dig?

Well, that's enough

of my bullshitting,

let's play some music.

We're on day 902 of our weekend oldies marathon.

You might be asking,

"Crazy Al, is this not

the weekend anymore?"

Well, honey,

I just don't give a f*ck.

With that said,

here's Roosevelt Nettles

on the Chess label

- with Drifting Heart.


So you're really doing this.



You got everything you need

right here.

You think

I don't know that?

I know it's probably

the stupidest thing

I've ever done.

But I still love her.

- You see, this is why

I never got married.

Look, Mark,

I'm not gonna tell you

what to do,

because I know you know

what's out there.

You get one flat tire,

you're fucking dead.

If you still feel this is

the only way to save

your marriage,

for the love of God,

take a different car.

I fixed it.

-You fixed it?


Uh, are we still talking about

the same car?

I fixed it.

Crazy Al's radio party.

The music time machine...

Hi, this is Crazy Al.

It looks like it's gonna be

another shitty-ass day,


Thanks for tuning

into KILU radio.

No requests, no dedications,

just a kick ass soundtrack

to your new way of life.

Stay off the freeways

and watch out

for those snipers.

And if you see someone

dressed like a ghost,

shoot that motherfucker

because Sheets

ain't trick-or-treating.

As that great philosopher

Baba-Oom-Mow-Mow once said

"Doo-wop unto others

as you would have them

doo-wop unto you."

Come on, let's make this quick.

Those fuckers

are still out there.

F*ck the Sheets.

Fucking pussies.

Those fucking pussies

just kicked our asses.

Come on, let's eat some beans

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