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E04: Zombie Office Series, "Wakey-Wakey, Los Angeles!" Content Rating: PG-14 “Wakey-wakey, Los Angeles,” a radio morning show host transmits live over the airwaves of an electric neon sunrise. “It’s going to be another sizzler today, Randy!” “That’s right, Doug,” co-host Randy the Boob gives a weather update. “Temperatures are set to soar into triple digits with a high of 115 – phew! ” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “This heat wave’s here all week. Stay cool out there, pe

E03: Zombie Office Series, "Jennica" E03: Zombie Office Series, "Jennica" Content Rating: PG-14 Jimothy Dyck lived to survive another day at the office. It was late by the time he finally got home. The only working streetlight on Harmony Lane flickered sadly at Jimothy as he pulled up in front of his house. He parked his 1997 faded brown Ford Taurus in the driveway and let out a sigh. When he got to the front door, Jimothy stopped to loosen his tie and take a deep breath.

E02: Zombie Office Series, "Zombie Office (Part 2)" Content Rating: PG-14 Jimothy Dyck got to work early that morning. He stepped into the elevator. “Smooth Jazz” played softly over the speaker. Jimothy pressed the button to go up, humming along to the beat. “This is the most perfect elevator ride,” Jimothy thought as he closed his eyes and went to his happy place – where the zombies couldn’t get him. Ding! The elevator stopped. Jimothy opened his eyes. The entire off

E01: Zombie Office Series, "Zombie Office (Part 1)" Content Rating: PG-14 Jimothy Dyck was working overtime at the office – again. He was covering for Jerry, who hadn’t been seen since Monday. The birthday card for Linda he left on Jerry’s desk was still lying there, unsigned. “Where the hell is Jerry?” Jimothy complained to his boss, Cheryl. “He still owes me five dollars for Linda’s gift.” “He never called in,” Cheryl replied without looking up from her computer. “H

Content Rating: PG Jimothy Dyck was asleep in the Trans-Canada Railyard, dreaming of anywhere but here. His dreams were too big for the small town he left behind. He was headed west, to make it big, with a train hopper named Laverne “Rail’n’Jail” Jenkins. But without any direction, he was just wandering aimlessly between endless rows of rail cars until, finally, the distant wail of a midnight freight train pulled Jimothy from his restless dreamland. “Wake up, Jimothy!” Jenk

Content Rating: PG Jimothy Dyck was headed west with a train hopper known as “Rail’n’Jail” Jenkins. They’d spent all night in the Trans-Canada Railyard, where abandoned warehouses with graffiti-stained walls decayed along Winnipeg’s forgotten streets of nowhere. As Jimothy contemplated the spray-painted designs, he couldn’t help but wonder what he was really doing with his life. “This is bunk!” Jimothy complained, bored of his existence. “When is this train coming? It feels

Content Rating: PG Jimothy Dyck was trying to run away from life, but his backpack was snagged on a branch. “I can’t even get away from this stupid place!” Jimothy fumed in the Trans-Canada Railyard. “It just keeps holding me back!” Jimothy was leaving home for the first time. His dreams were too big for the small town he grew up in. Jimothy was headed west, determined to make it big, despite his lack of talent. His big plan – hop a freight train out of town – if only he

Content Rating: PG Winnipeg’s Golden Boy slept beneath swollen clouds choked with tears the night Jimothy Dyck hopped a freight train out of town. It was a grey summer in late June, 2010. Jimothy stepped off the # 72 bus on his way to the Trans-Canada Railyard. He was all sweaty from lugging his backpack and camping gear across the city. Jimothy, a somewhat misguided dreamer, was headed west because, “That’s where people go to rebrand their image,” he thought. The only

Content Rating: PG-14 Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 Scene 4 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 7 Scene 8 Scene 1 It’s night-night time in Los Angeles. I can see the heat steaming off Hollywood Freeway. The city is plunged in a heat wave. A massive high pressure cell has taken up residence in the upper atmosphere and shows no sign of leaving. Hot air is trapped beneath the lingering mass with no place to go. Worse. Los Angeles is like a giant parking lot baking in the sun. The urban heat is

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