'TILL DEATH DO US APART' SCREENPLAY
A Resident Evil fan short film about love, aging, and the end of the world.
ORIGINALS SCREENPLAYS
SHIRA WIGGLES
5/25/2026
“TILL DEATH DO US PART”
by: Shira Wiggles
FADE IN: INT. HARGROVE FAMILY KITCHEN - EVENING
Golden sunset filters through lace curtains. Small table set for two: meatloaf, mashed potatoes, single candle flickering.
CLOSE-UP – wrinkled hands clasped. Wedding rings catch the light.
WALT
(warm, gravelly)
Fifty-two years… and you still make meatloaf like the first night I came home from the shop.
MAGGIE
(smiling, teasing)
And you still eat it like you’ve never seen food before.
Soft laughter. Walt leans over, kisses her forehead.
WALT (V.O.)
Ah, the good old days.
CUT TO MONTAGE — A LIFETIME TOGETHER
Soft, faded montage- cinematic shots. Analogue date stamps flicker.
WIDE SHOT — ON-SCREEN TEXT: 1969: Young Walt as a groom and Maggie as a bride, exchanging rings in the City Hall.
ON-SCREEN TEXT: — ON-SCREEN TEXT: 1975: Same kitchen, now chaotic with two toddlers. Maggie pregnant with their third.
TRACKING SHOT — ON-SCREEN TEXT: 1992: Empty nest. Walt and Maggie slow dancing in the living room to an old radio, grandkids’ photos on the mantel.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (Present- ON-SCREEN TEXT: 2000)
Walt and Maggie under one blanket on the couch, watching a black-and-white movie. Her head on his shoulder.
MAGGIE
Remember when we thought we’d grow old and boring?
WALT
(chuckling)
We did. Best decision I ever made.
WALT (V.O.)
I used to think we were the luckiest couple alive. A little house on Maple Street, kids who stop by on Sundays, coffee on the porch every morning. It was our perfect little world.
CUT TO: INT. HARGROVE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
TV cuts to static. Emergency tone pierces the quiet. CRT SCREEN: RACCOON CITY EMERGENCY BROADCAST — THIS IS NOT A TEST EMERGENCY
BROADCAST (V.O.)
(urgent, looping)
‘Due to the citywide outbreak, remain indoors and barricade all entry points. Do not approach infected individuals…’
Signal dies.
Outside: distant sirens, screams, gunfire. Maggie’s grip tightens on Walt’s hand.
MAGGIE
Walt… the kids…
WALT
They’re safe upstate. We just gotta sit tight, sweetheart. It will all be over soon.
WALT (V.O.)
Then it started. First the sirens… then the screams….
EXT. MAPLE STREET - NIGHT
STEADICAM races down the once-peaceful street turned warzone. Neighbors fleeing in nightclothes. Cars crash. An infected woman in a housecoat lunge at a screaming man. Walt and Maggie watch from behind the living-room curtains, flashlights shaking.
WALT (V.O.)
And then… God help us… silence.
INT. HARGROVE HOUSE - NIGHT
They barricade doors with bookshelves and chairs. Walt pulls his old service revolver and a baseball bat from the closet. Maggie prepares bandages from her old nurse kit.
CLOSE-UP – their hands tying a makeshift tourniquet around Walt’s forearm after he boards a shattered window.
CRASH — front door splinters.
WIDE SHOT — Three infected zombies stumble inside. Walt fires twice — two of them drop. The third bites Maggie’s forearm before Walt hit its skull with the bat.
MAGGIE
(calm, gasping)
It’s okay, love… I’ve seen worse at Racoon’s hospital.
WALT (V.O.)
(voice cracking)
I learned something no man should ever learn… How fast the only person you ever needed can start slipping away.
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
Dim flashlight beam. They sit on an old army folding bed. Maggie’s skin is ashen, veins darkening. She’s sweating, breathing shallow.
MAGGIE
(weak smile)
Remember our first dance? You stepped on my toes the whole time.
WALT
(tears welling, forcing a laugh)
And you still said yes.
MAGGIE
I’d say it again… every single day.
WALT (V.O.)
We ran out of bullets. Ran out of boards. Ran out of time.
EXT. HARGROVE BACKYARD - DAWN
Smoking ruins of Raccoon City on the horizon. Walt carries Maggie (barely conscious, infection advanced) to their old garden swing — their spot for fifty-two summers. He sits on the swing with her cradled against his chest. He rocks gently, humming a love song.
MAGGIE
(faint whisper, smiling)
Dance with me… one more time, Walt.
CLOSE-UP — Their clasped hands. Rings glint in the first light.
WALT (V.O.)
(broken)
I told myself we’d make it. We just needed a few more years. You always think you have more time… until you don’t. If anyone finds this tape… tell our kids their folks loved each other right to the end.
SUDDEN TIGHT CLOSE-UP — Maggie’s face spasms. Eyes roll back, turning milky. Veins pulse black under pale skin. She snarls — a guttural, inhuman sound — and lunges, sinking her teeth deep into Walt’s neck.
WALT
(choked, horrified)
Maggie...
CUT TO BLACK
TWO SILENCED GUNSHOTS (quick succession).
SLOW AERIAL CRANE UP / OVERHEAD SHOT — Pull up and away to reveal Walt and Maggie’s bodies already lying dead on the dew-covered grass next to the gently swaying swing. Their hands remain tightly clasped between them — rings catching the rising sun. The empty swing creaks faintly above their motionless forms. The ruined city skyline smokes in the distant background.
UMBRELLA OPERATIVE (face unseen, only black tactical gear and rifle visible) steps briefly into the lower edge of frame from the side, lowers his weapon, and walks away without a word.
RADIO OPERATOR (V.O.)
That’s the last house on Maple. Sector clear.
RADIO RESPONSE (V.O.)
Copy. Raccoon City is ours.
CUT TO BLACK
ON-SCREEN TEXT: EVIL HAS ALWAYS HAD A NAME.
