I’ve been busy writing a new zombie spec script.
In it the zombies don’t try to kill people and eat their flesh. They are more of a rude inconvenience, always in the way and a danger, because they might infect you. The real trouble starts when the protagonist realizes the zombies have slowly eaten his soul, turning him into a hateful, piece of shit burnout, an even worse fate than being a zombie. He has to figure out how to get his soul back or if that’s even possible.
In the second act its just blood guts and mayhem, orgies, explosions, and a fill in the blank love interest. The protagonist finds himself trying to save an old crippled zombie (played by big name actor in a oscar winning performance) and in saving the zombie, the selfish scales fall from our protagonists eyes and love blooms in his heart and he see’s that there never where any zombies, just a silly frightened man.
The working title is Zombie Cunt Fucker VI (Joe Bob’s lament)
