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Zombie Springs

Spring break is about to get even wilder.

By Bianca ShawPublished 2 years ago 10 min read
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Ah, the sweet smell of sunscreen and booze. The crystal clear blue water has been singing its siren song all year long. Frats boys and sorority girls from across the country have finally answered the siren's salty call. Hundreds of sun-drenched, bronzed bodies flock to Mystic Springs for Spring Break.

On the beach, party music blasts as the sand vibrates and hops to the beat. In a cyclone of Axe Body Spray and beer bongs, shirtless boys and girls in neon bikinis grind like the world is ending tonight.

The clean white canvas that is the sandy beach is now splattered with bodies and beer cans. DJ Red Bull tosses Red Bull cans into the crowd as a blonde babe saturates them with Super Soakers full of Ever Clear.

As the sun melts into the horizon, the last sliver of sun dances on the shimmering water. Light from the full moon seeps into the darkening sky above. Nighttime sets in, and the real party begins.

The beach is cluttered with blacklight lamps, creating an eery violet veil over Mystic Springs. Dressed in white, party people use their hands to cloak each other's bodies in neon paint. Embers soar from the blazing bonfire and into the night sky. Sloshed besties dance and take pictures so they can later pretend they remember this night.

Two beefy, oiled-up bros, Kyle and Trev, enter the blacklight party nodding in approval.

Kyle smirks, "Ayy, spring break broseph!"

"For sure, Han Brolo. Oh, and I got us some new shit to try! It's hella dope."

Trev pulls out a baggy of small green tablets.

"What is it?"

"My brother made it. Calls it Z. Says it’s insane."

"Will it get us lit?"

"Dude, Kyle, it makes you party like hell! Gets all in your blood, sweat, spit, tears, everything. It's like a full-body experience, my guy. Trust me."

Kyle pinches the small green pill between his fingers, “I'm down.”

"The comedown is super harsh. Big time crash. But I brought E, K, and coke so we’re good."

"Let's get this party started, Joe Brogan!"

"Woah! You're like Edgar Allen Bro over there!"

"Cheers dude!"

Trev and Kyle place the green tabs on their tongues. The pill dissolves immediately. Saliva sizzles and crackles like Pop Rocks.

Z particles surge through their bodies in a high-speed chase to the brain. Chemicals gallop and mingle in their throbbing minds. Electrical pulses fire like sun flares.

Cells swirl and neurons detonate in a spectacular Fourth of July Fireworks Extravaganza. Their hearts race and flutter as their senses intensify. Their dilated eyes dart back and forth, while their blood cells flip and swirl.

Trev and Kyle slowly turn to make eye contact. Grinning from ear to ear, they shout in unison, "OH HELL YEAH!"

Kyle waves his zip lock of green tablets in the air, "Who wants one?"

The crowd cheers. Several hands dip into the bag for a taste of sheer bliss. Two of the hands belong to a set of identical twins, Trixie and Heather Benson.

Heather smiles at Trev, "You brought these?"

Trev stutters, "Uhh, yeah."

"Sick." Heather pops the pill onto her tongue and grabs Trev's face. They break into a hardcore makeout session.

Kyle offers Trixie a pill, "You want one?"

"Nah."

"Cool."

"Come with me." Trixie grabs Kyle's hand.

Kyle and Trixie sneak into the pool equipment closet. Trixie slams the door shut and leans in to kiss Kyle.

As their spit mingles and their tongues tango, Z leaks into Trixie's bloodstream. Her pupils dilate.

She shoves him up against the wall and kisses him harder. Grabbing Kyle's shoulders, she throws his body into a pile of loose pool noodles.

"Woah. You're like- really strong."

She bites her lip and pounces on him as she lets out a wild shriek.

Disshoveled, they saunter out of the closet.

Kyle buttons up his pants, "That was fun. I’m in room 207 if you wanna meet up later."

Trixie fixes her hair, "Cool. I’m 108."

"Sick. I'm gonna go find Trev."

"Cool. I'm gonna pee. You have to pee after or you’ll get like weird stuff, ya know?"

Back on the beach, DJ Red Bull makes an announcement, "Alright, party people! It's midnight, so you know what that means? Time to turn up!"

The drunken crowd hoops and hollers.

Kyle stumbles back onto the beach and spots Trev ripping a beer bong.

Froth seeps out of Trev's mouth as he shakes off like a wet dog, "Let's go!"

"Yo, Trev!"

"Brobi-Wan Kanobi returns! You snuck off there for a minute."

"Yeah, dude. You know it."

They bump chests.

"Trev, I kinda feel funny. How long is this stuff supposed to last?"

"Eh, it's been a few hours. You're probably starting to come down. You want some E or something?"

"Nah. My stomach is kind of upset. I think I'll just wait it out."

"It's spring break dude! At least have a shot!"

"Fine, one shot."

Trev and Kyle slam back a shot and dance to the music. A commotion breaks out near them.

A girl shouts, "Sarah? Sarah? Oh my god. Someone help! Sarah just passed out."

Trev watches, "Yo, that girl is hammered. She straight up passed out."

Kyle yells to the girl, "Get her some water, she'll be fine."

Just then, another girl collapses.

Trev turns to see a third girl pass out, "Dude! Woah! This is some Twilight Zone shit. Must be lightweights."

Kyle grabs his aching head, "Trev, I really feel weird."

"Yeah man, my stomach is kind of upset too. But I haven't eaten much, and I'm crashing from an insane high."

Kyle bends over and spews electric green vomit all over his bare feet.

"Shit!"

Another dude nearby bends over and pukes electric green goo.

Trev watches in disbelief, "This can't be good."

Trev clutches his stomach, and green goo leaps out of his mouth, along with half the beach.

A gaggle of girls shrieks, "What the hell is going on?"

Hoards of people vomit glowing green slime while several people lose consciousness.

Trev wipes his mouth, "Oh my god dude, I do not feel good."

"Sarah? You're awake! She's awake!"

Sarah sits straight up, with a deranged look in her eye.

"Sarah? Can you hear me?"

Sarah turns towards her friend, emotionally unresponsive. She slowly cocks her head.

"...Sarah?"

Sarah lets out a horrendous shriek and launches at her friend. Sarah claws at her friend's face, as they roll around in the sand.

Sick party-goers watch in terror as Sarah takes a bite out of her friend's cheek. Trev and Kyle scream along with the group of terrified party people.

"Dude, Trev, what the hell kind of pill did you give us? This is not cool."

"Me? Are you seriously blaming me for this?"

"Technically, I am blaming your brother, but yeah!"

"Okay, so like one girl had a weird reaction."

"Trev, half the beach just vomited green goop. Including us!"

Another group of goo-covered girls stands in unison. Devoid of emotions, they snap their heads towards a group of boys.

They pounce and rip into their victims. Blood splatters everywhere, and the beach breaks into complete madness.

Beachgoers scatter, and Trev and Kyle run with the frightened group.

More and more people transform into emotionless, flesh-eating monsters.

Two dudes quietly float on surfboards in the calm, dark ocean. Waves crash onto the shore, lulling them into a peaceful trance. They watch the chaos in the distance.

"That looks like some wild party."

"Just ignore it. We have the whole ocean to ourselves."

A group of girls, with matching neon body paint, march towards the ocean.

"Well, maybe not all to ourselves. Looks like we've got company."

"Hey ladies! Want to wash off that body paint?"

The girls dive into the water and swim towards the surfers. The surfers high five.

They pop out of the water snarling and foaming at the mouth.

"Uhh, you ladies good?"

The girls let out a horrendous group screech and attack.

The surfers scream as the girls bite their legs and pull them into the water. The girls feast on their limbs, and blood oozes into the ocean.

By the bonfire, a hula hoop girl swirls and sways in her own little world. Wearing a large pair of soundproof headphones, she hoops the night away.

Out of nowhere, she is tackled by a frat boy dressed in a toga. He takes a bite out of her neck, spurting blood into the fire.

Half naked, flesh-eating college kids run rampant, accompanied by a symphony of screams.

A news reporter stands by a cop car just outside of the beach. Terrible cries and screams echo in the background of her broadcast.

"Heidi Meisner here for FNW News, in Mystic Springs as the already wild spring breakers get even wilder. Something strange seems to be going on with the horny twenty-somethings on the beach this evening. There have been reports that many of the spring break goers have become infected and not with STDs. They seem to be very agitated, violent, and even have an unusual appetite for human flesh. Rumors are swirling that this may be the aftermath and come down from a strange new drug that got them quote, 'so wild, crazy and high as hell man.' Sure, sounds like spring break to me. Back to you, Kelly."

Trixie, the girl who hooked up with Kyle lies on a table with a belly button full of booze. Guys take turns doing body shots off her.

Just as a guy bends over to do a body shot off Trixie, she transforms.

Trixie grabs the guy's hair, pulls him toward her face, and tears into his head. She growls as she picks at his brain.

Horrified, drunk people disperse and search for safety.

A hose sprays down the contestants of a wet t-shirt contest. The contest is interrupted by a group of infected people hopping on stage.

A guy in the crowd yells, "Hey! Get off the stage!"

The group violently attacks the contenders. Their wet white t-shirts quickly become saturated with scarlet red blood.

The whole beach resort is a bloody chaotic nightmare.

Helicopters soar over head as military vehicles roll in.

Red and blue lights flash across the bloody scene. Marines put up barricades around the town of Mystic Springs.

Semi-trucks carrying knock-out gas tumble down the road. Military officials in gas masks stand at the ready, as they hook hoses to the semi-trucks.

They pump clouds of gas into Mystic Springs.

As the infected feast on fresh flesh, the gas slowly leaks over the entire city. One by one, the infected drop to the ground.

Before long, the entire city is engulfed in gas, and everyone in Mystic Springs lies unconscious on the ground.

As the sun rises on the violent crime scene, the passed-out bunches slowly come to.

The monsters seem to be back to their regular shitty selves. They massage their temples and nurse their intense hangovers.

Trev and Kyle wake up, on a floaty in the middle of the pool.

"Oh my god, my head is throbbing."

“Trev, that was insane, bro.”

“Yeah…I - I don't really remember much.”

"All I know is that stuff is strong. Do you have any more Z with you?”

Trev checks his pockets, “Hell yeah a whole bag…wait..."

"What?"

"Huh. It's not in my pocket? I must have dropped it.”

On the boardwalk, a group of skateboarders does kickflips and tricks.

One of the skaters spots a zip lock baggie in the sand and picks it up.

The bag is full of tiny green pills.

"Ayy! Someone dropped their party favors!"

His friend chimes in, "That looks dope. Bring it to the party tonight."

The skateboarder shakes the bag, "It's gonna be a night to remember, boys."

Cops swarm and take statements of what happened the night before. Nobody seems to remember much.

Paramedics wheel dead bodies off the premises.

The beach is soaked in booze and blood. The clear blue water is now a murky shade of red. Hundreds of injured, hungover, blood-drenched people receive medical attention.

Another wild Spring Break in Mystic Springs.

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About the Creator

Bianca Shaw

Twitter/IG @BiancaAnneShaw

Studied comedy & screenwriting at Second City. 2020 SEMIFINALIST in the Screencraft Action & Adventure Screenplay Competition. Contributor at FCF Magazine - https://fcfmagazine.com/author/biancashaw/

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