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The Walking Dead Part One The Walking DeadThe Walking Dead Part One by ~Jay-Mac
EXT. DAY.
A young man sits cross-legged on the roof of a garage. He is dressed in camouflage, a bandanna around his head, a rifle across his lap. Several days' worth of beard covers his face. Half way down one side of the roof is a large open window, set flush with the ceiling.
"How's it going, Garrett?" he calls. The camera pans back. Three doors up an older, bearded man in a chequered hunting jacket stands on another garage roof. He has a scoped hunting rifle slung across his back and a pistol in one hand. He smokes a pipe. A Harley Davison cap holds back long hair.
"Twenty of 'em. You?"
"Only eight," the younger man r