Pilot Script concept for Season 1 Episode 1
Stranded in what seems to be the middle of nowhere is a ship which is badly damaged and running slowly.
Zoom in closer to the ship and we see Zim who is resting in the front seat, tired and sulking.
Now inside we see a close up of his injured face.
He sighs and weakly reaches to press a button on his watch.
He records himself speaking, talking to no one else as we see from behind him the ship is empty with no one but himself.
Zim : Dear diary. It's been 2 weeks. I'm fucking roasting in here. Food supply is low. Although damaged, the ship is still functional. Things are not going as hoped. I expect to die here eventually, maybe soon. I don't know. But there's no other option.
Zim closes his eyes and leans back in his chair.
He lifts his legs, resting his feet on the steering wheel. When he blinks there's exhaustion in his eyes. In the far distance there's a shooting star that flies in front of the ship. He sees it and sadly smiles.
Zim : I don't want to go back to a planet where I'm worthless. Not like I can go home anyways. I'd rather not live a structured life of everyday slavery to an oppressive, over powered, failing system that only benefits it's tallest and kills off it's weakest.
Zim's voice slightly raises as shakes one fist in the air. He speaks rather dramatically, waving his hands to express his emotions. He gives himself a pep talk to cheer himself up
Zim : Chaos, destruction, adventure! That is what I seek. To have a meaningful life. I'm not wasting it under anyone's control. After all, I do what I want. I'm defective, and wanted dead. No one fucking owns me.
Zim tries to lift himself from his chair so he can stand but ultimately sinks back into his seat in defeat. He looks over at the passenger seat beside him. It is empty and stained with blood. He smirks at it, almost scoffing.
Zim : Even if I hate this situation, I must give myself credit. Not anyone has the guts to escape from the defective asylum of reprogramming and rehabilitation, slaughter off almost nearly half the staff, hijack an elite irken space ship and survive the most intense police shoot down ever existed.
Zim grins, feeling rather proud of himself.
Zim : They can't keep me chained. I take pride in that. And after seeing the look on their stupid shocked faces? Ha, I have no regrets!
Suddenly a flashing light appears on the screen of the upper window, catching Zim by surprise and spoiling his moment of pride. On screen is a flashing sign that warns the ship is low on power.
Zim stops recording and turns off his watch. Slams his first on the armrest of the chair. He quickly stands but clutches his stomach with a noise of pain. He falls back in his chair and groans. We see him slightly lift up his shirt which reveals an infected wound on his stomach that is oozing what appears to be blood. He touches it, whimpering in discomfort.
Zim then takes off his shirt to wipe away the blood, revealing bandages on his chest. He unwraps the bandages to check his chest where we see a wound has spread into a gross looking rash.
Zim hisses as he cleans himself up. And carefully leans to turn on the screen, which then appears his location and a signal nearby that shows what looks like a gas station. He sighs.
Zim : looks like I'm gonna need to make a quick stop.
We see the ship steer in the direction of the gas station, slightly picking up speed.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Zim, a large ship watches him suspiciously and follows after from a cautious distance.
