( REMEMBER THE TITANS )

COUNTRY ROAD
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A vehicle comes down country road. The driver is rough looking, curly, scraggy hair, bearded and has a mustache. He's drinking beer while driving. SIGN: ENTERING GREAT FALLS. A man is walking along the side of the road, away from the sign. He's young, handsome, looks fit, light brown shaggy hair, bearded with a mustache. He's wearing a plaid jacket and a henley. We can see his breath in the cold air.

The driver is tired, his eyes keep closing, his head nods. Scene shifts back to the man walking. We see headlights approaching in the background. The man turns around at the sound of the truck. Scene shifts to the man in the vehicle. He jerks awake and drinks more beer. Back to the man walking, the vehicle is getting closer.

The driver nods off again, the vehicle swerves towards the walker. The walker turns around, headlights shine right into his startled eyes. The driver jerks awake just as the truck hits the walker who crashes into the windscreen with a thud. Then he's thrown onto the snow-covered ground and rolls a few times. The driver stops his vehicle.

"Oh God." He exits the truck and walks over to where the man he hit is lying. "Oh, God." The headlights shine on the walker's bloody forehead.

The driver looks around. He stares at the body for a moment, gets back into his truck, and drives away. Now we see the route sign, County Road 89 with the sign ENTERING GREAT FALLS in the background.bClose-up of the man's bloody face. The light brightens into day while we're watching, the man's face is now covered with ice.

COUNTY ROAD 89
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The man is lying on the ground, there's a huge bloody hole on his left side. An eagle is eating, pulling bits out of the hole. A car approaches, patrol lights start flashing. The police car stops a good 15 feet away from the body, the eagle continues to feast pulling bits of bloody flesh out of the hole.

We are treated to a close-up of the eagle standing on the dead man. The police officer exits his car. The bird flies away when the officer slams the car door shut. We hear bird caws.

"Dang it." The Police Officer walks towards the body. We get a close-up of the right side of the dead man's frozen face, the officer checks the body's pulse. Hear police-band chatter in the background. The officer walks away, clicks on his radio. "Dispatch, Seven-Mary-Four -- you got your ears on?"

"Go ahead, Seven-Mary-Four."

"I got a hit and run on 89. He's dead." The Officer says. We hear the police chatter in the background when the dead guy suddenly inhales and his eyes open. The bloody bruising on his forehead fades away quickly.

"What's the condition of the body?"

"Looks like he's frozen solid. Please advise." The man lying on the ground sits up while in the background we see the police officer walking back to the vehicle, still talking.

The officer faces the road sign, then looks down as if he's looking at tire tracks, when he gaze goes back to the body. He looks stunned.

"Seven-Mary-Four, please hold your position. We'll send an ambulance to your location."

"What the hell..." The officer's face shows disbelief, walks back to where the body was, he's looking around, walks further off the road, follows foot prints in the snow that lead into some woods.

SUPERNATURAL

BUNKER
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The Impala is parked outside the bunker. Sam turns away from a sink, drinking a glass of water. We see several gas masks and a pouch on a hook by the sink. Sam slurps the water, then swishes it around in his mouth. He spits bloody water back into the glass.

Sam holds the glass up to the light, it's definitely bloody. He looks around horrified, goes back to the sink and spits out blood. His tired visage is reflected in the mirror. He dumps the water into the sink and turns on the tap to flush it down the drain.

Dean enters holding a cup of coffee and wearing the grey Man of Letter's bathrobe over a t-shirt and boxers. He walks forward watching Sam while in the background we hear him scrubbing the sink, water still flowing.

"What's up with you?" Dean asks as Sam flushes his mouth out with water. He is startled and turns around quickly.

"Nothing. Why?" Sam shuts off the water.

"Heard from Kevin?" Dean asks.

"Uh, no. Nothing yet." Sam says. We see they're in the bunker's control room. The table is covered with books, several compasses, and markers.

"What's it been, like, three weeks? What's taking that little brainiac so long? It's a book." Dean sits down and throws his hands in the air, frustrated. "Read it."

"Just a guess, but translating an ancient language with zero help might be more difficult than we think." Says Sam. "I have a question."

"What?" Asks Dean.

"How long is Caroline going to be staying here?"

"As long as Elena needs her." Dean says. "Why?"

"Me going through all these trials is punishment enough. She hates me." Says Sam.

"Why do you think she hates you?" Dean asks as Elena and Caroline enter. Elena walks over to Dean and quickly kisses him on the cheek.

"Good morning Caroline." Sam says.

"Do you hear something?" Caroline asks Elena and Sam gives Dean and 'I told you so' look.

Sam turns to Caroline. "Are you always this vindictive or is it just aimed towards me?" He asks.

"Just you." Caroline says and walks by.

"Look, I get why you hate me. For ditching Elena all those years ago, but it doesn't have to be like this." Says Sam.

"You're not even worth the calories I burn talking to you." Caroline says and leaves. Sam shakes his head and gets back to work.

"So, no word from Cass, Kevin's taking his sweet little time, and you're acting cagey. We need a lead before I start climbing these walls." Dean drinks his coffee.

"Well, um..." Sam picks a paper up from the desk. POV from the ceiling so we now see the table top is covered with a map that appears to be laminated into the top. "In that case, I can give you zombies." He tosses paper to Dean who picks it up to read. "Guy gets hit by a car left for dead overnight, guts spilled out all over the road, then gets up and walks away from it."

"Nothing about brain munching?" Asks Dean.

"Remember Bobby's wife? She didn't... munch on any brains." Sam says.

"Well, who's the witness?" Dean asks.

"Montana state trooper, 20-year vet. Checked his pulse, saw his insides spilled out all over the place, pronounced him dead with a capital "D."

"I'm coming with you." Elena says and the brothers turn to her.

"Are you sure? I mean after what happened to Jenna–" Sam starts.

"I'm sure." Elena says. "I'll be fine."

POLICE STATION
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"Since when have the Feds started tracking zombie activity?" A Police Officer asks.

"We don't track zombie activity because there's no such thing as zombies." Dean says. The brothers and Elena are standing in front of the same patrol officer who had called in the dead body earlier.

"Uh-huh."

"Why don't you just tell us what you saw?" Dean asks.

"Article said it all–dead as dog poop, guts pecked out, face frozen. People don't walk away from that. Zombies do."

"And you don't think something could have dragged him away?" Elena asks.

"One set of footprints, no drag marks." The Police Officer says.

"You didn't go after him?" Dean asks.

"That's grizzly country. You couldn't pay me enough to hike those woods, not without a bazooka."

"Uh, Jack? I got something here." The office assistant calls over to police officer Jack, Sam, Elena and Dean. "Came across the wire from Livingston." She has a coroner's report on her screen showing the mauled face and upper torso of the dead walker.

"John Doe–presumably mauled by a grizzly." Jack reads out loud over office assistant's shoulder. "Holy crap, that's him."

"That's the dead guy?" Dean asks.

"Dead my ass. That's a zombie, boys." Jack goes to the coat rack, fastens on his gun belt.

"Uh, you know what, trooper? Why don't you stay here?" Sam asks. "We'll take care of this one. We need someone to hold down the fort."

"You sure?" Jack asks.

"Yeah, and if things go all "Dawn of the Dead" on us, you'll be our first call." Dean says.

"Boys... Aim for the head."

CORONER'S OFFICE
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Close-up of the dead body, now with mauled face and torso from the assistant's photo. The camera pans up to Sam. "No I.D. on this guy?" He asks.

"Fingerprints came up blank, too."

Sam, Elena, Dean, and the Coroner are standing around the corpse on the metal table. Dean opens the body's mouth exposing teeth and the somewhat bloody gum line. He looks at Sam and shakes his head no. He pulls down the sheet exposing the right side where there's a large bloody gash.

"What's going on down here?" Sam asks.

"Liver was eaten. Best guess is a bird got at it." The Coroner says.

"Hmm."

CORONER'S HALLWAY
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"I got to say, I am a little disappointed." Dean says. They're walking down the hallway, stop by the window that looks into the coroner's office.

"Yeah, 'cause you wanted to shoot zombies." Sam says.

"Damn straight I wanted to shoot some zombies. Look, man, this is about as open-and-shut as it gets, all right?" Dean asks. "Guy gets Mack-trucked, goes down for a nap, wakes up, takes a detour into mama bear's den–end of story."

"Then why would he run? He was injured. That trooper could have helped him." Sam says.

"I don't know. Shady past?"

CORONER'S METAL TABLE
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The corpse suddenly inhales, his eyes open. The damage to his face rapidly disappears while we hear Sam, Elena and Dean's conversation in the background. "Dean, don't guys with a shady past usually have a fingerprint on file?" Sam asks.

"Whatever it was, the guy's dead now, all right?" Dean asks. The newly revived man sits up as the rest of the marks fade away from his body. Sam, Elena, and Dean are now in the foreground, the body in the background. We see the revived man sitting up. "Remember what Bobby said, hmm? 'Wood chipper beats everything'? Yeah, well, so does grizzly bear.l The brothers turn toward the window and look into the coroner's office. We see them take off running.

CORONER'S OFFICE
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The door is wrenched open, the revived man, draped in a sheet, is shoved through the doorway by Dean, Sam on his heels. Dean is holding his gun to the man's neck. "You better start talking. What are you?" Dean slams the man face first onto a metal table, gun pressed to his neck. "If you say, 'zombie', I swear–"

"What?! No, I'm not anything." The Man says.

"Look, two minutes ago, you were room temperature. You're something." Dean says.

"Look, I don't know what I am, okay? I don't know who I am. All I know is all I do is die, so if you want to shoot me, shoot me. Just promise me you finish the job, 'cause I can't take this anymore."

"All right. Get up, get up, get up. Stand up!" Dean reengages the safety on his gun and hauls the man up.

"All you do is die? What's that supposed to mean?" Elena asks.

"Once a day, for as long as I can remember. After a few hours, I'm back."

"What are you, like a real-life Kenny?" Dean asks. 

"Who? No, my name is Shane."

"All right, well, listen, Shane. We're not gonna find out what the hell you are in here, so you're gonna come with us, okay?" Dean asks. "We're gonna run a few tests, make sure everything's kosher."

"Tests?"