Terrible zombie movie, take one

An old zombie thriller plot my brother and I never finished writing, set in Lebanon, Connecticut. Laughable execution but I like the general push. Everything here is exactly as written. 

PLOT

• Start fairgrounds
• Mack to Exeter
• Pull into Jasper's (turn around), (18 wheeler)
• Down 207 to home, create weapons cache from household items

WEAPONS

• Longsword
• Katana
• Cane sword
• Pump shotgun (from the trucker) 
• 12 gauge 
• Nunchucks (against zombies?)
• .22 rifle
• AK-47 bullet
• Bo
• Machete (forget, return later for it)

SEARCH NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE FOR SUV KEYS

• Kill two zombies in lawn
• sneak through house looking for keys
• Return home and fire up '85 Silverado

GATHER A GROUP

1. Scott - (intro: conversation describes him as a ball-out crazy character; reckless and without sense of pain or guilt - 'perfect for hunting z's'. Speech plays out over montage of Scott lifting, executing a brutal rugby takedown and delivering bone-crunching one-punch KO's in a barfight. Find him at his house, annihilating zombies with a small lead pipe)
2. Bender - (intro: another wreckless type with no sense of danger, montage of Bender cracking a whip with the precision of Indiana Jones, climbing radio towers and using full propane tanks for target practice)

VIRUS

• Dying off of bats (feed on mosquitos)
• Mosquitos carry viral infection
• Mosquitos infect humans, farm animals, pets, etc. 
• Turns people into beings capable of operating at the highest potential of their physical forms at all times, eat living flesh, extremely aggressive
• Infection returns Z's to animal state of mind; bulk of infected travel in hordes that number well into the hundreds, sweeping through areas in search of food 

ENCOUNTER

• Single figure standing in middle of field
• Barely visible through trees
• Sudden realization: 50 - 60 zombies in woods at far edge of field
• "YOU" - short break in line of vision; confusion
• "What the fuck WAS that?"; 10 - 20 zombies burst through tree line, attacking car
• Fishtail through turn, evading/hitting sporadic Z's until end of street

KILLS

• Standing out sunroof with shotgun, taking out zombies who manage to cling to car
• Cop eaten while tasing himself via zombie

And then the only actual writing we ever did;

"Holy fucking shit!"

Matt's screams sounded like a caged beast trying to tear its way out of his vocal cords. 

"We're going through 'em!"

The car's engine roared its approval as Matt slammed down on the gas. Time to think didn't exist. You just went with your gut and trusted your instinct to survive. 

I've never put on a seatbelt so fast. 

The front end of the car took the legs off the first zombie we hit, clean at the knees. At seventy-five miles an hour, his - its torso didn't have much choice as to where it was going. A sickening thud reverberated through the frame of the entire car as the infected's head nearly punched through the hood, swung at the end of the fulcrum made by its legs and the force of the car. 

"Jesu-"

It was at this moment that I truly grasped the meaning of utter fucking chaos. What remained of the body on the hood now howled toothlessly at us though the windshield, its own blood pouring out of a football-sized hole where its teeth, and jaw, had just been seconds earlier.