If I'm not a writer, then I'm just some dude who washes dishes

So I guess this is where the parental advisory warning would go. This is my first shot at a graphic novel script, I have a background in screen writing so it was harder to describe still images as opposed to camera angls and panning.

First Draft

Scene 1

Page One (two panels)

Panel One

Full page splash. An aerial view of a hospital, looking down at its helipad, in the background is a ruined cityscape. The sun is on the verge of setting. On the right side of the panel are Puddles and Chainsaw up against a ledge. Chainsaw is aiming a grenade launcher over it and Puddles is standing next to him looking through a pair of binoculars. On the helipad is a small helicopter. There is a door leading to a stairwell that goes into the hospital in between the boys and the chopper.

Puddles: We got a group of ‘em at 110 meters on your 2 o’clock and closing.

Chainsaw: Aye, Moneypenny.


Panel Two

Title: Raw

Issue Title: Looks Like Hell pt. 1

Written by Robert Dion

Art/ illustrations by…..anybody….please? Somebody? It’s dark and lonely here….


Page Two (four panels)

Panel One

A page wide side-shot of Puddles and Chainsaw leaning against the ledge of the helipad. Chainsaw is in the foreground facing the right. His tall, lanky form is bent over the edge and aiming a grenade launcher. His shaggy blonde hair is in his eyes and covered by a red trucker hat, which is turned backwards while he aims. Over the hat is a wireless headset and he has a joint behind his right ear. He’s wearing blue camo coveralls, but the top half is off and tied around his waist. He has a white tank top that has “white trash” scrawled across the front. Puddles is beside him in the background looking through the binoculars. He’s wearing blue jeans and a black, Super Mario T-shirt. He has a pudgy bearded face and thick, shiny eyeglasses that make it impossible to see his eyes. He is short and chubby. Part of his gut hangs below his t-shirt.

Caption (next to Puddles): Albert “Puddles” Stannik

Caption (next to Chainsaw): Chester “Chainsaw” Cooley

Puddles: You know, your British accent sucks, right?

Chainsaw: Yeah…sucks your hairy man titties. Now stop distractin’ me. I’m tryna ass-fuck these shit sacs.


Panel Two

Same angle as Panel One but more focused on Puddles in the background who stops looking through the binoculars to glare at Chainsaw.


Panel Three

Same angle as Panel One but more focused on Chainsaw. Puddles is still in the background, but now he is looking down his shirt at his hairy man-titties.

Chainsaw: 110 meters you say ? Fuck ‘em.


Panel Four

A shot looking down from the helipad at a large group of zombies shambling their way across a ruined street towards the hospital.


Page Three (five panels)

Panel One

A close-up side-shot of Chainsaw looking into the scope. Just his shoulders and head and grenade launcher should be visible.

Chainsaw (singing to himself, Gimme Danger by Iggy and the Stooges): Gimme danger little stranger and I’ll feel you bleed.


Panel Two

First person shot from Chainsaw’s perspective aiming at the zombies. They are all looking up with hate in their eyes, and growling with hunger.

Chainsaw (singing to himself, Gimme Danger by Iggy and the Stooges): Gimme danger little stranger and I’ll heal your disease.


Panel Three

Same angle as the previous panel, but everything is tinted green and digitized as he looks through the digital scope. The zombies are still advancing towards the building.

Chainsaw (singing to himself, Gimme Danger by Iggy and the Stooges): There’s nothin’ in my dreams just some ugly memories


Panel Four

Chainsaw fires the grenade launcher, the recoil knocking him back. The grenade “thoomps” as it leaves the chamber. His teeth are clenched in a wide cartoonish smile.

Chainsaw (singing to himself, Gimme Danger by Iggy and the Stooges): Kiss me like the ocean breeze


Panel Five

The grenade explodes in a mess of fire, shrapnel and chunks of rotten flesh. It leaves a massive hole in the group of zombies.


Page Four (four panels)

Panel One

Puddles starts punching numbers into a calculator. Chainsaw is still sitting, watching him from the bottom left of the panel holding the smoking grenade launcher. .

Puddles: That’s eight obliterated, nine dismembered and one walking around with a leg through its torso…that’s 1450 points.

Chainsaw: No way man, limbs through a torso are worth more than that.


Panel Two

Puddles is motioning for Chainsaw to give him the grenade launcher. Chainsaw is starting to hand it to him.

Puddles: Fuck you, dude. Limbs through a torso are worth two-hundred.

Puddles: You got eight-hundred for the dead ones, four-hundred-fifty for the dismembered, add two-hundred for the leg in the chest, that’s 1450 points. It’s my turn.


Panel Three

Chainsaw shoves the grenade launcher at Puddles.

Chainsaw: Fine, here you go Chunkles.


Panel Four

Puddles hands the binoculars to Chainsaw.

Puddles: Get fucked.


Page Five (six panels)

Panel One

Puddles is sitting down and positioning the grenade launcher on the ledge. You can see Chainsaw’s legs in the background.


Panel Two

Chainsaw is standing up and looks through the binoculars. The top of Puddles’ head is in the foreground.

Chainsaw: Uh…okay. You got a group at 90 meters on your 10 o’clock.


Panel Three

A side-shot. Puddles, looking through the scope fires the grenade launcher. It “thoomps” and the recoil knocks him back, like Chainsaw.


Panel Four

A zombie bursts through the door on the helipad behind them. You can see the helicopter in the background.


Panel Five

The two whip around suddenly. There is a trail of smoke rising in the background from the grenade.

Chainsaw: Looks like we missed one.


Panel Six

More zombies squeeze through the door.

Puddles: Or six.


Page Six (five panels)

Panel One

The two are picking up guns they had resting on the ground. Chainsaw has an automatic shotgun and Puddles has dual Colt .45’s.


Panel Two

They open fire wildly and without abandon.


Panel Three

The zombies get shot apart. Chunks of flesh fly off and a head explodes. One falls in a bloody heap. In the background we can see more are coming through the door and spilling onto the helipad.


Panel Four

A frontal shot of the two firing with looks malicious joy on their face.


Panel Five

Another shot of the zombies being blown apart.


Page Seven (six panels)

Panel One

Close-up on Chainsaw, firing his shotgun.

Piper (speaking through Chainsaw‘s headset): Yo, what’s takin’ you two inbreds so long? Hoight’s got his panties all up in a bunch over that missin’ chopper.

Chainsaw: Oh you know, Pud’s just rubbin’ one out ! No worries, we’ll be home in a jiff, honey-tits.


Panel Two

A shot from behind the two. More zombies burst onto the helipad in the background.

Puddles: Oh Fuck ! Where the hell are they all coming from.

Piper (speaking through Chainsaw‘s headset): Yo, I tol’ you, ya gotta shut da fuck up wit dat honey-tits shit ‘fore I cut yo’ l’il dick off.


Panel Three

The two keep shooting as Chainsaw is bending down to pick up a large duffel bag. Puddles is in the background firing away.


Panel Four

Chainsaw is tossing the bag to Puddles, while still shooting the shotgun with his other hand.


Panel Five

Puddles swings the bag over his shoulder, still shooting with his other gun. Chainsaw is in the background slinging a backpack and grenade launcher over his shoulders.

Chainsaw: Uh…heh, heh…it was a compliment?

Piper: Fuck you it was no compliment.


Panel Six

Chainsaw bends down to pick up another duffel bag with his free hand.

Piper: Muthafucka, you don’ know what the fuck you playin’ wit’. Da shit I will do to yo’ ass --


Page Eight (five panels)

Panel One

Chainsaw pul1s the headset off.

Piper: Yo, you hearin’ me, muthafucka. I’m gonna --


Panel Two

Chainsaw tosses the headset at the zombies.

Chainsaw: Stupid dike !


Panel Three

The headset hits one in the face and bounces off.

Piper (coming from the flying headset): - muth…fuc…cra..ker…balls…wit’ a…cla…ha…mer


Panel Four

The same zombie gets shot in the head. Half of its head explodes and its neck snaps to the side.


Panel Five

Another shot of the two blasting a path through the growing wave of zombies. They are getting closer to the helicopter.

Puddles: Dude, Piper sounds pissed. I’d watch out when we get back if I were you.

Chainsaw: Fuckin’ lesbians, man. Man-haters, I tell ya, every single last one of ‘em!


Page Nine (six panels)

Panel One

A wide, aerial-shot looking down onto the helipad. The two are almost to the helicopter, but more zombies are piling onto the roof.

Chainsaw: Seriously dude, just ‘cuz they hate cock don’t mean they gotta hate the rest of us too, ya know?


Panel Two

They are next to the helicopter and are being swarmed by zombies on all sides, though none seem to be able to get around the constant barrage of bullets.

Chainsaw: I mean, we all like to eat pussy don’t we? I figure that’d be some common ground, y’know? But nooo, they gotta act like it’s all our fault that they’re gay.


Panel Three

A shot from behind the helicopter as Puddles climbs in on the right and Chainsaw throws the bags onto it from the left.

Chainsaw: How bout’ you bitch-tits? Lick much snapper in your day?


Panel Four

A shot of Puddles starting up the helicopter. Chainsaw is in the background trying to reload, but a zombie is almost on top of him trying to rip his throat out. He’s got his foot against the zombie’s chest, trying to push it away and he’s looking back at Puddles.

Chainsaw: ‘course not, you all up in the sausage, aren’t ya?


Panel Five

A shot of the helicopter blades as the helicopter starts up and the blades start spinning, a couple of zombies get too close and get splattered showering the rest of the zombies with gore and pieces of corpses.


Panel Six

A shot of the helicopter as it starts to lift off. There are zombies hanging off of the bottom as it rises. You can see part of Chainsaw and his shotgun sticking out of the side as he shoots the zombie trying to get him in the face. Its head explodes in a wet, chunky mist.

Chainsaw: Personally, I love the shit.


Page Ten

Panel One

A first person shot from Puddles’ perspective looking down at a zombie trying to climb into the helicopter.

Puddles: Dude, I’ve known you since you were seven…


Panel Two

A first person shot from the zombie’s perspective as Puddles’ foot crunches down on its face.


Panel Three

Another frontal shot of the helicopter. It’s rising into the air and the zombie is falling backwards out of it with its head snapped backward. You can see Puddles’ leg sticking out of the side. The helicopter is pitched to the right as Puddles shifts his weight, while trying to kick the zombie out. There are still a few zombies hanging on but they are falling or starting to slip.

Puddles: …and the only pussy you’ve eaten has been at a Chinese food place.


Page Eleven (

Panel

A shot of the chopper starting to twist of control. Chainsaw is almost falling out.


Panel

A close-up frontal shot of Puddles struggling to keep the chopper under control. His glasses are half-falling off of his face and his teeth are clenched. His eyes are glaring in Chainsaw’s direction (right of the panel)

Puddles: Shit, fuck ! Shit, fuck !


Panel

A shot of the helicopter righting itself. The rest of the zombies that were hanging on are tossed off.

Chainsaw: Hold on, I got sumpthin’


Page Twelve (five panels)

Panel One

Chainsaw reaches under his seat. He looks like he’s feeling around for something.


Panel Two

Same as Panel One, but now Chainsaw has a look of excitement, like he found what he was looking for.


Panel Three

He holds up a handful of three hand-grenades. He’s looking right at you, giving a “thumb’s up” with his other hand. He’s smiling from ear to ear. The grenades have smiley faces drawn on them.


Panel Four

Chainsaw yanks out all three pins at once, with three fingers.


Panel Five

He tosses the grenades out of the side of the helicopter. As he does the joint falls from behind his ear.


Page Thirteen (seven panels)

Panel One

He reaches up to his ear to where the joint was.

Chainsaw: Oh Fuck ! No !


Panel Two

Birds-eye-view of the grenades and joint falling down to the zombie-swarmed helipad below. The joint is in the foreground, the grenades are in the mid-ground and the helipad is the background.


Panel Three

A frontal shot of the helicopter, but of just Chainsaw. Hanging onto his seatbelt, Chainsaw dives half-out of the helicopter, making a grab for the joint.


Panel Four

A first-person shot from Chainsaw’s perspective as he watches his hand reaching for the joint. The joint is barely visible beyond the hand. In the background the grenades land into the zombie swarm.


Panel Five

Same shot. The grenades explode in the background in a massive fiery burst splattering pieces of zombies in a wave in all directions. In the foreground is Chainsaw’s hand, clenched like its grasping something.


Panel Six

A close-up of Chainsaw’s face from his hand‘s perspective. He looks surprised and incredibly happy.


Panel Seven

He looks at you while holding the joint in his left hand, and giving a “thumb’s up” with his right. He’s got a big, stupid, stoner grin on his face.


Page Fourteen

Panel One

A full page splash from behind the helicopter as it flies away from the hospital into the setting sun. The helipad is full of zombies reaching vainly at the chopper. There is still smoke and fire trailing up from the explosion. You can see Chainsaw’s hand sticking out his middle finger from his side of the helicopter. A trail of weed smoke is starting to flow out from the inside.

End Scene