Zombie Cinema (2008) by Eero Tuovinen

I'm going to set this up like an internet recipe: The sun is dawning over Red Hook on the northern edge of Brooklyn. A puffing man pushes along a young boy astride a too-big bicycle. The child is scared and the bike wobbles but the man keeps pushing with dogged determination.  The man, struggling for breath, encourages the boy: "Keep your feet on the pedals...the faster you go the easier it is to balance...don't run into the curb..." The man is hampered by not knowing the boy's name and by the savage wound on his left arm, which he doesn't let touch the boy or the bike. The man grows wearier and wearier, his labored encouragement turns into rasping breathing then phlegmy gurgles. The man's hand fall away from the bike. The boy is riding on his own and doesn't even know it! The camera pulls back from a close up on the boy's shining, joyous eyes and we see the man again running behind the boy, arms outstretched and grasping motion. His smooth-but-weary gait has become a fast shuffle, his