*Taylor looks at his hands and looks back up at Gladis*
Taylor: Is there really any need for a leader though Gladis?
Taylor: I guess you're right. Can't people just settle their own problems their own way though?
Gladis: They could try to, but we all know that wouldn't work.
Taylor: Why not?
Taylor: That's right.
Gladis: And with the people who are currently on this train... well, there are a lot of chiefs.
Taylor: So why do we need one designated leader?
Gladis: To make sure those 'chiefs' are mere tribesmen'.
Taylor: Ah I see, you could have put it a little bit more... well... less native american.
Taylor: I was thinking of trying to find something to get help for us.
Gladis: We've tried Taylor. Nothing. The phones are gone... and the nearest station from here...
Taylor: Shirley made it... sort of. She must've found some other form of transport.
Gladis: You're right... maybe there's...
*Gladis notices blood run under the door frame of the Train Driver's cabin.*
Taylor: Oh no... is that another body?
*Gladis slams open the door to reveal Spencer's body.*
Gladis: Have you seen... *sobs*.
Taylor: Who could have done something like this?
Gladis: It's... so... so, sad.
Gladis: What's that?
Taylor: Someone is killing everyone off one by one.
Gladis: Are you sure?
Taylor: Gladis, I'm pretty sure people aren't dropping dead for no reason.
Gladis: This is too much...
Taylor: Gladis... I need you to be brave. I want you to tell the others about Spencer's death. OK?
Gladis: Okay.
Taylor: Good... I'll clean up here. Pull yourself together Gladis. We'll find help soon, I promise.
*Gladis enters*
Gladis: Oh really, Scott?
Scott: Huh?
Scott: Well... it's true.
Gladis: And another thing, how did you know Spencer was dead?
Scott: I found him earlier on. I didn't want to alert everyone like we always do.
Gladis: And why would you not do that?
Scott: Because everyone on this train goes berserk.
Scott: I know. Now if you don't mind... I got somewhere I need to be.
Gladis: Not so fast.
Scott: What?
Gladis: I want in.
Scott: Get real Gladis. What benefits do I get from having a granny with me? None.
Scott: What are you talking about?
Gladis: Let me come with you... otherwise... I'll tell the others you left will all the supplies that we have left.
Scott: They wouldn't believe you.
Gladis: They would- especially in the situation your in. So... how about we make a deal?
Scott: Grr... fine.
Gladis: Fine by me.
*Scott lowers his voice*
Scott: You can come with me as long as...
Gladis: As what?
Scott: You bring ALL of the mobile phones with you.
Gladis: You know where they are?
Scott: Maybe.
Gladis: What happens if I don't?
*Gladis laughs at Scott*
Gladis: You're foolish.
Scott: No I'm not.
Gladis: You are. I have to come with you now. You know where the phones are.
Scott: You can't prove anything.
Gladis: True... but if the others find out. You're screwed.
Scott: I also have something else for you to get me.
Gladis: What is it?
Gladis: Scott... that is evil.
Scott: He deserves it the pr*ck. Do it or I won't let you come with me.
Gladis: Like I said... you're foolish.
*Scott pulls out a knife against Gladis*
Scott: No... you are foolish... now go tell everyone about Spencer, try and get Steven's photos and return to me. You got that?
Gladis: Scott, you don't have to do this.
Scott: I do... now go!
Gladis: I could tell the others about Scott... he can't just leave us here like dead meat... not now Gladis. There are more important things that need dealing with.
Gladis: Genevieve... I need to...
Ted: We were just going on about the bathroom. There's a big crack behind the sink.
Gladis: There's something I need to tell all of you.
Genevieve: You look like you've been crying.
Gladis: I... have.
Gladis: I... Spencer is dead... he's been murdered.
Ted: No! He can't of...
Genevieve: Spencer!
Ted: You obviously didn't do a good job, did you?
Genevieve: Shut up Ted.
Ted: If you were so observant, you would have gone to see if he was fine.
Genevieve: I don't need lecturing by you Mr. Journalist.
Margaret: It is horrible.
Cassi: Someone on this train is being deceptive... someone is lying about who they really are.
Cassi: I agree... something tells me it's not him though.
Margaret: You think? I've got someone else in mind, but right now, he's a sure for first place.
Cassi: Yeah, I think so... he seems like a little kid who is scared- therefore he's trying to be tough in front of people.
Cassi: Yeah.
Steven: That kid needs f*cking stabbing.
Cassi: Steven...
Cassi: We know Steven.
Steven: I hate it when people talk about my family!
Cassi: Steven! He didn't mean what he said about Amy...
*The room goes silent*
Steven: It's only been 5 months since the accident...
*Cassi and Margaret look at Steven*
Steven: And if that kid from the press writes another huge story of lies about what happened on this train... I'll bring the lot of them down.
*Steven looks up at both of them.*
Steven: My business is MY business, people should learn not to get involved. I mean it though... If Scott tries one more of his tricks... I won't be responsible for my actions.
*Margaret stands up*
Steven: I... I do.
Margaret: That's good. I'm just going to go see if I can help with anything in the train driver cabin. I shouldn't be too long.
Steven: Okay.
*Margaret leaves the conversation*
Steven: Thanks for listening Cassi.
Cassi: Anytime.
Margaret: Ted, we need to talk.
Ted: Huh?
Ted: I don't know...
Gladis: Ted, I think I know where the phones...
Margaret: Ted! We need to talk now.
Ted: Margaret? What do you want?
Ted: Amy? Oh... the whole accident. I wrote an article on her.
Margaret: You've upset Steven... he's blaming you for the whole coverage.
Ted: I don't know why, it was the truth.
Margaret: Are you sure? The truth and personal opinions are completely different, you know!
Margaret: Yes well, people like you don't see the effect your stories have on people.
Ted: I thought you were my fan Margaret?
Margaret: I am... but I've come to see the light now, some of your articles were... well, bias.
Margaret: Do you mind treating me with a bit of respect?
Ted: No, why should I? You came in here shouting at me.
Margaret: Wow... I thought you were different Ted. I thought we shared similar views. I was obviously wrong.
Genevieve: Um guys...
Ted: Quiet Genevieve.
Margaret: I know... I'm the one who should be sorry.
Ted: Why? You were sticking up for a vulnerable man. It makes sense really.
Margaret: Thanks...
Ted: Margaret... I'm not going to let a silly spat like this ruin our relationship. Of course we are.
*There is banging from outside the train.*
Margaret: What was that?
*There is a loud thud against the door*
Gladis: No one should be.
Ted: Who isn't on the train?
Margaret: Well, Steven and Cassi are in the other room...
???: Let me in!
Ted: Who's that?
Margaret: It's Scott...
Genevieve: Someone needs to open the doors.
Scott: OPEN THE F*CKING DOORS... WE'VE GOT A BIG... BIG PROBLEM.
Ted: What's wrong man?
Ted: Oh sh*t. I see your problem. Open up these doors!
*Ted and Margaret try and open the doors. They are shut firmly. No one is getting in or out soon.*
Ted: They won't open.
Scott: Come on man! Argh!
Margaret: Oh my gosh, she's got him!
Ted: Scott, fight back man!
Genevieve: Why aren't the doors opening?
Gladis: We need to keep trying to open them.
Scott: ARGH!!! HELP ME, SOMEONE...
Scott: F*ck this...
*Scott tries to fight back Zombie Shirley. She stumbles and Scott falls to the floor*
Scott: Ouch...
Gladis: Be careful!
Margaret: Someone help me get this door open!
Genevieve: I'll help...
Ted: Me too.
Zombie Shirley: Mmmmhuogirenglre.
Scott: Man, you're still a b*tch when you're dead.
Zombie Shirley: BRAAAIIIIINNNNSSS!
*Scott tries to stand up. He has sprained his ankle.*
Scott: Ouch! Sh*t. F*ck man.
Zombie Shirley: BRRRRAAAAAIIIINNNNSSS!
Scott: Oh great.
*The far doors open.*
Gladis: Who's going out?
Ted: Someone's going out to safe Scott!
Taylor: I'm here to help, you need to get out of here now Scott.
Scott: Give me a hand then.
*Taylor offers his hand to Scott. Scott takes it.*
Scott: Thanks dude.
Scott: I think I've sprained my ankle. I'll be fine though.
Taylor: Good, quick run for the doors. They won't last much longer.
Scott: Alright.
Taylor: Keep running man, I'll handle her.
Scott: Taylor, come with me.
Taylor: GO! I've got this.
*Zombie Shirley grabs Taylor*
Taylor: Argh!
Scott: Taylor... no!
Scott: No, I won't.
Taylor: GO NOW! That's an order!
*Scott hesitates but Zombie Shirley gnaws into Taylor's neck. Scott looks away and runs back into the train. The doors shut behind him.*
Taylor: Argh! I see Natalia didn't deal with you properly.
*Zombie Shirley takes another bite out of Taylor.*
*Gladis bursts out crying. Margaret comforts her.*
Gladis: He's... gone... Taylor.
*Taylor takes his few last breathes*
Taylor: It looks... like I'm... taking a different... journey! I'm... coming...
Zombie Shirley: BRAAAAIIIINNNNSSS!!!
Gladis: TAYLOR!!!
*Gladis collapses in tears. Zombie Shirley is isolated from the others.*
Scott: I... can't believe... he was taken like that.
*Gladis collapses at Scott's ankles. Scott appreciates Gladis' contact and comforts her by stroking her hair- trying to calm her down.*
Scott: Gladis...
Gladis: It's true... I felt a motherly connection with him. He was such a beautiful young man.
Scott: It was for the best!
Gladis: Was it?
Scott: That will never happen though. We have to move on...
*Gladis looks at the window*
Scott: We can take care of her.
Gladis: You can't. We're running out of supplies... we're screwed.
Scott: There's still hope Gladis... I'm going tomorrow, once I lure her away, your free to leave with me.
*Gladis looks over at the window again*
Gladis: I... I'll think about it.
The end of the night is upon the contestants. Taylor was claimed as the victim of Shirley's corpse. The murderer is still lurking on that train though, they might not have had the opportunity to kill today... they will tomorrow! Let's hopefully find out who it is before anyone else suffers the killer's wrath.
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