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we can get free food, then really we wouldn’t have to pay for much except makeup and explosives.”
    â€œWe need machine guns,” said Bobby.
    â€œRight, right,” said Justin. He looked at Gabe. “ Prop machine guns, Mr. Oh No, We’re Gonna Accidentally Kill Somebody.”
    â€œI knew that you meant props.”
    â€œIf it were up to me, we’d do all old-school practical effects, but that’s not realistic at our current budget level of zero. So our rule is no CGI blood, but helicopter crashes and giant cracks in the earth and stuff will be computer-generated. Everybody okay with that?”
    Gabe and Bobby nodded.
    â€œGood. Now we just need a story.”

4
    Justin stared at the screen of his laptop. Eight in the morning came pretty quickly when you were up until four thirty brainstorming ideas, and he’d almost hit the wonderful, wonderful snooze button…but no. He had a lot of writing to do today. It was time to use the skills he’d perfected over all these years of waiting until the night before to write essays.
    They’d divided the story into three parts. Justin had wanted to write the third part, which had the most carnage, but they drew straws (well, pretzel sticks) to decide who got to write what. Gabe got the second part, and Bobby got the third. They’d both spent the night at his house and were asleep on the floor. He’d tried to rouse Gabe, but then he was politely told to die. He knew better than to try to poke Bobby. That was a good way to lose a finger. They’d just have to write faster to catch up.
    He continued to stare at the screen. Look how blank I am! , the screen seemed to say.
    Maybe he’d write better if he got some more sleep.
    No. Sleep was a luxury he could not afford if he was going to achieve his goal. Sleep was for losers who weren’t trying to make the greatest zombie movie ever. Maybe he’d have permanent dark circles under his eyes. Maybe he’d start hallucinating bloodthirsty orangutans, and maybe he’d become so delirious that he’d forget how to blink. But those were the sacrifices of a true artist.
    Then again Alicia might like him better if he didn’t spend all day twitching and babbling incoherently.
    He’d worry about his never-gonna-happen relationship with Alicia later. For now he had to focus entirely on the movie. It was time to write.
    FADE IN:
    INT. CITY STREET – NIGHT
    A helicopter crashes to the ground, crushing dozens of zombies. It rolls down the street, leaving a thick smear of squished zombies in its path, until it finally hits a tall building, which crashes to the ground.
    As the cloud of dust clears, we hear only the sound of zombies moaning. They’re everywhere. The apocalypse has not been kind to this city.
    But then, impossibly, the helicopter door opens! VERONICA CHAOS, 15 and stunningly beautiful even with all of the lacerations covering her body, crawls out, wearing a shredded white wedding dress. She’s holding a cat.
    She gazes up at the sky and howls in primal anguish.
    The TITLE appears on-screen: UNTITLED ZOMBIE MOVIE.
    [Note to self: Add real title when we know it.]
    Perfect! This could not be flowing any better. At this rate he’d be done with his third of the script by lunchtime. In fact, it was going so well that he could get in a quick game of—
    No! No games. Famous filmmakers didn’t have time for video games. If you showed up at Peter Jackson’s house, he wouldn’t be sitting there playing Minecraft . The only thing he had time for was to check Reddit and—
    No! No Reddit. He needed to remain completely focused on this script until he’d written his thirty to thirty-three pages. Especially since he might have to pick up some of Gabe’s and/or Bobby’s slack. Bathroom breaks were acceptable if they weren’t too frequent, but aside from that, Justin needed to maintain laser focus. Cyborg focus. Nothing