THE WALKING DEAD: ZOMBIE DAVE EDITION

EXT. PRISON - DAY

A herd of WALKERS are pushing against the outer fence.

RICK, CARL and DARYL approach, armed with sharpened sticks.

CARL: Papa! Papa! What must we do here today?

RICK: See these walkers here, Carl?

CARL: I do, Papa! There are so many. One… two – oh, so, so many! 

RICK: Well, we need to clear all the walkers from the fence.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Frrrrrrrg rrrrrrf.

RICK: Watch what me and Daryl do.

Rick and Daryl start ramming their sharpened sticks into the walkers’ brains.

CARL: Ha ha! That looks like so much fun. My go! My go!

Carl pushes his sharpened stick into a walker’s brain.

CARL: Wheeee! I made one of them do this thing: die. I’m a big boy now.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Nr. Yrrrr rrr trrrrwt. Rr lrrrrdl trrrrrwt. Frrrrrg rrrrf.

RICK: Just remember, everyone - they’re already dead. You’re not actually killing them.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Yrrz yrrrr frrrrgn rrrr!

RICK: Quickly now. Let us move along the fence.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Wrrd rr srrc. Drrddn yrrr urrrrzd trrr brrr rrrn Thrrrrz Lrrrf?

RICK: That’s the way, everyone. Walk and stab. Walk and stab. 

CARL (singing): Walk and stab! Walk and stab! This is fab! This is fab! Stab fab crab! Crab crab crab! CRAB! CRABS! CRABS!!!

RICK: What a beautiful song that is, Carl. And you're doing splendid work. See how I rub the top of my head in appreciation. I do this now because society has fallen, and we must find new ways of doing things.

Rick furiously rubs the top of his head, then stabs a female walker in its face.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Rrrrrrrrr! Thrrd wrrrz mrrrr grrrrrlfrrrnd yrrrr frgggng brrrrdrrd crrrrnd!

RICK: That’s it, Carl. Keep jabbing them in the brains like I am.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Nrr! Whrrrr rrr yrrrr drrrng thrrrrrz?! 

RICK: You're very quiet, Darryl. 

DARYL: Mrrrbrlll drrrrm drff drff drrmllbrrb.

ZOMBIE DAVE: Crrnd.