Turk

Turk is a local who lives near the motel.  He’s been helping save people from the zombie horde.

TURK
In a weird way, this horrible plague of zombies has been the best thing to happen to me in years.  Back in 2001 I was doing pretty good. I was rodeoing.  Riding bulls, and doing well. Finishing in the money, making a name for myself.  Even getting some endorsements. Marcy and I got married, bought a little place.  Life was good. 
(beat)
Then I had the accident. Got thrown, but my leg got caught up in the rigging.  Spiral fracture.  Couldn’t ride for months.  I got to feeling sorry for myself and started drinking.  A lot and a lot of the time.  Soon we were out of money, Marcy was out of patience, and then one morning, she was gone.  I followed her as far as here.  Then my truck broke down, so I shot it.  Put six bullets in the engine block, walked a mile from the highway and found a deserted trailer.  I moved in and been there ever since. 
(beat)
Then these zombies showed up and, well, I felt like I had a purpose again.  The last few days, blowing their heads off, helping people escape, I really felt like my old self.  When we finally get out of here, I’m making a new start.  I’ve got some plans.  I’m going to...
(he notices a bite on his arm)
How about that?  One of them musta got me.  Didn’t even feel it.
(beat)
Yep. Killing zombies is the only thing that’s made me feel worth a damn since Marcy left.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll wander outside and kill me one more.

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