AN APARTMENT. EXTERIOR. PLEASANT-ENOUGH DAY. A DOCILE, AMORPHOUS ZOMBIE HORDE IS.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) You would be blessed to have forgotten our last episode, in which Steve finally managed to leave his apartment under threat of sister-in-law. Why this was enough to finally overcome fractured time and space, a pleasant, yet violent man named “Melvin,” and a literal zombie horde, I’ll never know. Whatever the case, Steve eventually made his way through enough of the aforementioned zombie horde…
STEVE PUSHES HIS WAY THROUGH THE ZOMBIE HORDE, TO A CLEAR-ISH PLACE THE SIDEWALK.
…to reach the sidewalk outside his apartment.
STEVE: What’s with this zombie horde anyway? There’s a billion of them, but none of them seem particularly blood-thirsty.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) You almost sound disappointed.
STEVE: A bit.
STEVE LOOKS UP, DOWN, AND ALL ABOUT THE PLACE.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) As he looked every which way but within, Steve saw the horde stretched on and on, seemingly without end.
STEVE: I can speak for myself, ya know.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) Fine. (WALKS AWAY) (OFF) No. No, Brixby. He said he can speak for himself, so let him do it. I don’t need this today.
STEVE: What was that about?
ZOMBIE #1: Are you in line?
STEVE: (STARTLED) Fucking Hell!
ZOMBIE #1: Is that a yes?
STEVE: I don’t know.
ZOMBIE #2: (GESTURES) Back of the line is over that way. It just snakes back this way.
ZOMBIE #1: Thanks.
STEVE: All of you are waiting in line?
ZOMBIE #1: I don’t know about anyone else, but I came here to take a picture with the new mural on the side of some gourmet erotic edible shop.
ZOMBIE #2: Oral Delights.
STEVE: You’re all here to take a photo of a wall?
ZOMBIE #1: No, with a wall.
STEVE: Oh. Well, that make’s much more sense.
ZOMBIE #1: It does?
STEVE: Not at all.
ZOMBIE #1: Oh.
STEVE: What’s so special about a wall that you’ll wait hours to take a picture with it?
ZOMBIE #2: I’ve been waiting for about three days, actually.
STEVE: (TO ZOMBIE #1) They said, “three days.”
ZOMBIE #1: They did.
ZOMBIE #1: It’s a very popular wall.
STEVE: Popular as it may be, don’t you have anything better to do than to wait three days to take a picture of a wall?
ZOMBIE #1: With a wall.
STEVE: Right. Sorry.
ZOMBIE #1: You want to take that one again?
STEVE: May I?
ZOMBIE #1: Please, do.
STEVE: Thank you. (BEAT) Don’t you have anything better to do than to wait three days to take a picture with a wall?
ZOMBIE #1: What else am I going to do?
STEVE: Watch a movie? Read a book? Drink some chemical cocktail that will ensure one never has to wait three days so as to take pictures with a wall?
ZOMBIE #1: With a wall.
STEVE: I said that.
ZOMBIE #1: Sorry.
ZOMBIE #2: I’m sorry, but don’t you feel this premise has become a bit unwieldy?
STEVE: Yeah. Sorry about that. Someone’s taken the rest of the day off, and left me to sort this one out on my own.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) Oh, is that what happened?
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) I hate you.
STEVE: Me, too. And the faster you wrap this up, the faster we can both move on for the day.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) Fine.
ZOMBIE #2: Thank you.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) And it was right about the time some idiot named “Steve” realized he was a big idiot…
STEVE: I’m sorry?
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) …the scene inexplicably came to a merciful, belated end.
STEVE: Wait. That’s it?
ZOMBIE #1: It does seem a bit lazy.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) Not my problem.
ZOMBIE #1: Fair enough.
NARRATOR: (VOICE-OVER) Tune in next time for our next half-assed attempt at entertainment: My Way, or The Hemingway!