Shadow Zone: The Undead Express

"The Reaper: Who dares to disturb me? The Reaper: What do you think you're doing? The Reaper: Come in here. The Reaper: No one leaves here, until I tell them to go. The Reaper: Because I really really like company here in the shadow zone. The Reaper: The shadow zone can exists anywhere. The Reaper: [Looks at the torch unfired] In your neighborhood. The Reaper: [Fires it and looks at the other torch on his other side unfired] In your school. The Reaper: [Fires it] Even in your own bedroom. The Reaper: This is where your world meets mine. The Reaper: Where the everyday world meets the things that live in the worst nightmares. The Reaper: There is only one requirement to enter the shadow zone. The Reaper: [Holds the staff that has a bulb on top of it] A touch of evil. The Reaper: [Hand swirls around it] It's all it takes. The Reaper: As easy as stealing. The Reaper: As simple as cheating. The Reaper: As near as a lie. [Looks into the bulb] The Reaper: Like Zachary here. [Hand swirls around it again and reveal Zach and Gabe and J.T playing basketball outside] The Reaper: He doesn't understand that lying can get you into trouble. The Reaper: And into the shadow zone."

"Gabe: Oh great. [after the basketball brakes the window into an abandon building] J. T: Guess that bad. Zach: Come on. Gabe: Great again. Zach: I'm not going in there. Zach: And I say... [Kicks the door down] Gabe: Zach. Gabe: Let's get out of here. J. T: What? J. T: Scared that something will come out stab you of the shadows? [Gabe rolls eyes then things start to wrap around her and J.T gets quicksand, both are screaming and Zach gets some hands pull him into the wall and shows the last bit of the basketball fall to the camera and then black out then a wall coming to the left to the right and shows a councilor and Zach in the room sitting] Counsellor: And what you did that? Zach: I got it in the arm and pulled Gabe away from the thing and I pulled into the quicksand and J.T pull me out. Counsellor: I see that your mother is a conifer and your father is an artist. Zach: Yeah. Counsellor: And they recently got divorced. Zach: Yeah. Counsellor: Cording to your teacher you have a tippilecaly rather hard - uh let's say imaginary to the truth and the divorce might have triggered some compantancy and denial inappropriate behavior. Counsellor: How's things going at school? Zach: School? Fine you know school hey, it's great. Counsellor: Why don't you tell me about your friends Gabe and J.T. Zach: Gabe and J.T? [Screens off above Zach onto the Zach, Gabe and J.T onto the streets walking]"