The War Journals: Resistance (Screenplay)Cory Mccoy
The War Journals: Resistance
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The War Journals: Resistance
by Cory McCoy
And In the Beginning There was Death...
We aren't always given a choice where our path in life takes us, we just have to hope for the best and pray that God equipped us to handle the worst.
My involvement in this conflict began in the shadows of the cascade mountains.
It seems like a century has passed since the war began, still no one fully believes life will one day be better. The hardships have become a way of life. Constantly on the run, always hiding. What happened to that paradise we had hoped our children would grow up in? May 23rd, was the day God abandoned America.
I believe it was Santayana who said, "Those who do not remember their past are condemned to repeat their mistakes|. And so the historians urge us to tell our stories. These professors think that by chronicling our accounts of the war, that we will somehow instill hope in the generations to come.
I have witnessed more deaths than any man can comprehend, taken enough lives to ensure my place in hell. I am responsible for more dead from both sides than any man would dare to claim. In their naivety, these historians believe that my accounts of the conflict may have the power to shape the outcome of this war in our favor.
My name is Connor Jeffries. This is my account of the darkest days our world has ever known. This is the story of our Resistance.
Interior, large department store. A man and a woman are buying alcohol for a party. The man, Connor, is loading the shopping cart with beer.
But I only have one blender, and you have 10 cases of beer! I need at least three more to keep up
Well they're only, what, ten dollars here? They've got everything, I bet you could even buy a kid.
Oh in that case, I'll just have the kid make the drinks. What aisle are indentured servants on?
Hell if I know, they don't even have aisle numbers here, let's check over by the...
We hear a burst of gunfire In the distance CONNOR stops mid-sentence. He has a beer bottle in his hand.
Someone's shooting, we need to find some cover.
As CONNOR turns to look for cover, we see a small man in combat gear armed to the teeth coming at the pair. Shots are ringing out everywhere, the store has turned into a battlefield. As the soldier trains his assault rifle on CONNOR and LIZ, CONNOR flings the beer bottle hard at his head. As the shooter staggers back, CONNOR boots him in the ribs knocking him off his feet. There is a sickening crunch, the sound of a few broken ribs. As the shooter writhes, clutching his chest, CONNOR yanks off his helmet, viciously slamming his head into the concrete. We can tell that the shooter is now dead.
A second soldier has heard the frantic screaming and comes running, yelling something in Chinese. CONNOR takes the dead man's rifle as he gets up from the floor. As the second gunman rounds the corner, CONNOR takes him out with one shot.
CONNOR now attempts to survey the situation. People are trying to run and being shot down everywhere we look. They are being massacred by a team of highly trained professionals, dressred like a SWAT team or tactical unit.
CONNOR spots an office by the automotive section, about 60-70 yards away. They will have to run through the open clothing area to get to it.
I need you to listen, I'm going to get you somewhere safe. You have to trust me and do exactly what I tell you.
LIZ looks terrified, she has no idea what is happening. CONNOR strips the dead man's body armor and puts it on LIZ. The other gunman was too far away to get to, so CONNOR has no kevlar. He takes the first shooter's weapons. Two 9mm pistols, a knife, and a strip of grenades.
CONNOR aims at the shooter's head and realizes he has already killed him. There is a large pool of blood on the floor. CONNOR then takes the man's radio and hands LIZ one of the pistols.
Take it. If someone comes at you, you shoot them in the head. Don't hesitate. Just pull the trigger, ok?
Connor, I'm scared. What the hell is happening?
I don't know, but they're not going to let anyone live to find out. I need you to keep your head down, don't stop moving no matter what. Even if they shoot me, you keep going. We're headed to that office, It'll be safer there. Don't look up just run as fast as you can, ok?
CONNOR shoulders the rifle and grabbed a belt of grenades.
The sixty yards feel like they're crossing the Atlantic Ocean. Time seems to be moving more slowly as bullets and explosions go off around them.
As we start to move across the store it becomes apparent that the gunmen are there for something specific, not just to kill people. We see that the lights are still on and the power has not been cut.
About half way to their destination CONNOR and LIZ begin drawing fire from their right. At least three men have spotted them.
CONNOR pulls his rifle up to retaliate, hitting one and leaving the others sprawling for cover. CONNOR and LIZ are about 10 yards from the office when a gunman turns the corner, cutting them off. CONNOR is running too fast to stop in time or get his rifle up.
It looks like CONNOR is done for, suddenly a huge man (JIM) rounds the same corner and sends the shooter sprawling with a vicious blow to the head from a baseball bat. CONNOR has dropped into a half slide and slams into the counter. LIZ pulls CONNOR to his feet and walks into the office, thinking CONNOR is following.
I've got to try and stop this, everyone here is going to die if we don't try something.
Connor, you can't just-
CONNOR slams the door shut before LIZ can dissaude him. There is a moment's reprieve in the chaos. CONNOR sizes up the man who just saved his life. The man is huge, he towers above CONNOR. He is well dressed, ethnicity is not as important as his size.
What's your name?
CONNOR takes the rifle from the dead gunman and hands it to the large man.
Jim. Listen man, my boy is out there somewhere. He ran off to look at toys before the shooting started. You've got to help me find him.
Got any combat experience Jim?
CONNOR is stripping the dead gunman of anything useful, he hands JIM a few clips. CONNOR straps on the kevlar.
No, none. I know my way around a gun though.
Good, because these guys want us all dead and you and I are the only ones standing in their way. Something big is going down here, it's like they're trying to secure this place.
As connor looks out the door, we follow his gaze before transitioning to seeing an overhead view of the store and its parking lot. There are dozens of soldiers, their parachutes left on cars where they landed. Patrols are shooting anyone who tries to get in or out.
My phone can't get a signal, what about you?
No, it stopped working right after we got here. I tried to call my son, but it wouldn't go through.
I've got a plan, well more like the seed of a plan. These guys are speaking some kind of oriental dialect, so we have no way of telling what they are saying or if they've located our positions. They can communicate, but we can't. We need to block their radio like they're doing to our phones.
How the hell are we going to do that?
See that counter over by the stereos? We're going to lock down the talk button and open up the store's intercom. While I set that up, you're going to turn up those radios as loud as you can on one of the rock stations.
JIM gives CONNOR an incredulous look.
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