Bong of the Dead Page #3

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He gets himself killed.

Become nearby!

I keep it runnning out more.

I'm sorry. Tommy can be

a bit of a spaz sometimes.

The guy is Canadian.

How did you meet?

We shared apartment. I lived there,

and he came by to buy grass.

- Okay, so now you're also pusher.

- No, not that way.

I bred some plants for myself.

A few dozen plants here and there.

I had rigged a place in the apartment,

where I could experiment.

Once bred, I am a hybrid of -

- Peach, apricot, plum and cherry.

I called it a fruit cocktail.

It was a heady mixture of

flavors. Very soft ...

It was good stuff.

So I planted some hemp.

The rumor was quickly dispersed.

All would have suffered.

One day Tommy knocked on the door,

and would buy a bag.

I said of course not.

I was not the pusher.

But the guy is good at trouble.

So ... I gave myself.

He began to buy, borrow and beg.

He came over every other day.

After the disaster ...

I guess he had nothing

other place to go.

He came by one day

and was stuck.

We've been best friends ever since.

How can you be

so judgmental?

- One does not become stupid of marijuana.

- Quiet, listen.

Are there any other survivors out there?

Do you hear me? If you have survived -

- Because you are smart enough to cope

meeting with a flesh-eating zombie -

- I will meet you.

In particular, if you have a vehicle

or if you have gasoline.

I am willing to swap ...

for food and shelter ...

They keep. We must do something. I

do not know if we are safe here anymore.

We are in the middle of nowhere.

There is then no chance that we

not safe here, or what?

- Tommy!

- Wait!

Oh, god.

What's wrong with you?

I told you to stay nearby.

What are you doing here?

- What is this all about?

- None of your business.

- It's a shower.

- What?

- It's a f***ing shower.

- Shut up.

- This is my shower. And you blew it.

- Me? You blew the head off.

Will someone explain what is going on?

Why is there a zombie

tied to a treadmill?

What the hell!

You're a totally twisted slut.

It is now pretty cool.

Cool or not.

It tried to eat me.

- Nonsense, it would Max never do.

- Yes, he tried to eat me.

As he tried to eat you

this morning when you bathe.

- What?

- I'd better move on.

No, you're not going anywhere.

What did you say?

- Nothing. I said nothing.

- Your pervert.

You were spying on me,

while I was in the shower.

- Technically speaking ...

- Spying on her?

No, Edwin ...

Okay, so. I followed her.

You know how curious I am.

I did not know

she would get naked ...

... And flash the teats of a zombie

that tried to eat her.

For the last time.

Max tried not to eat any.

I hope you got sight of this case -

- The next time you see

so anyone here ... you are dead.

- Did you see her tits?

- Yes, they were wild.

Lucky devil.

Look, Leah ...

We are really sorry about Max.

I do not need your

excuses. I will be at peace.

Okay.

- It was too sick.

- It was too f***ed-up.

We have plenty to see, so get

fingers out of your ass and come with me.

My father's truck. I would run away

in it if it became necessary.

Now that Max is dead ... again, there

not something that holds me back.

I have all the parts.

We just need to screw them together.

Then we can take the Freedom Town.

Nothing can stop us.

What is it?

You ... there is something ...

... We should tell.

- You have to promise that you will not be mad.

- Okay, I promise.

We were actually not

on the way to Freedom Town.

Where were you then going?

- Another place.

- I understood. Where?

- For risk.

- What?

For risk.

Sorry? Do you think that I was on

way directly into the core of the problem?

- There, where they dump all the zombies?

- Yep.

Why is that?

I told you that I experimented

with different types of grass.

One day I took the brain from a

dead zombie, a Greek.

He had a restaurant nearby.

- Very good food.

- Amazing dolmere ... of olive leaves.

That was how they made them.

Now we diverged from the topic.

I made brain substance

on the fertilizers.

- It was a green liquid.

- The green sauce.

We poured it over the seeds,

and they grew like hell.

Yes, dammit.

You are so good at it.

Well, we realized that there

were no more zombies.

- The government has cleaned all the cities.

- The area is drained.

We have not seen any long. Then I got

we have the idea to buy us a map -

- And drive right into the danger zone

and provide us with a bunch of zombies -

- Return and

be guaranteed access to the weed.

Wait a minute. I, two cooking heads, went

out to collect zombie brains -

- So I could take them home

and turn them into fertilizer?

So you could breed hemp?

Yes, the harder it was not.

I assume that I must

modify my design slightly.

If it is zombie fertilizer,

I want, it's what you should get.

I assume

that we need to risk.

Just check it! How wild. Give me five.

Idiot.

Double-five?

- Jump in!

- Shotgun!

- The shotgun was right angle.

- Nar.

- Hello ...

- Yes, yes.

- Hands off, otherwise ...

- Relax. I was just looking.

- Enough look but do not touch.

- You sound like my mother.

- I mean it.

- I would just turn on the radio.

I'll do it.

All attempts to find survivors - / i

- has failed. / i

Come and help me. Government / i

has left us to ourselves. / i

is no hope of survival. / i

- What does it mean?

- That we only have each other.

- Jeez, do something!

- I'm trying. Stop screaming.

- One of us must go there.

- I is not growing out. There are better here.

He may disappear by itself.

Shoot!

- F***, I go there.

- What the hell are you doing?

Taste it here, p*ssy face!

F*** you!

You bastard. You just have to die!

- Are you okay?

- I think so.

They just popped up.

There may be many more of them.

They come to eat us.

We must get away from here.

- Folks ... Folks!

- What is it?

See!

- Good heavens!

- For f***'s sake!

For hell.

There is good enough many of them.

- Where did they suddenly come from?

- It is as if they have been waiting for us.

Have you noticed something weird?

Yes, Chinaman eats up a

brain with chopsticks.

Holy sh*t.

Not so. They attack us.

They do not even try.

It seems as if,

they are waiting for something.

Apart from lebberne over there.

It might not be so bad after all.

Okay, it is not arousing.

Bravo, bravo.

- This is the power mad bastard.

- Do you think that you know that?

He took us hostage

and tried to kill us.

He put dead things

up on our ass.

Not on me.

What do you think of my new equipment?

Now be honest. Do I look fat?

I know that it's a bit too much.

However, it was inexpensive.

Speaking of cheap.

Who is the chick?

I would not mind

To put teeth into her.

What do you say, baby?

Do you have a taste?

- Drop dead, a**hole.

- I'm already taxes.

Do not misunderstand me. Death was fun,

but it is quite overrated.

And life ...

Yes, life sucks for the most part.

I like to find

me somewhere in between.

That's why my little friends that I

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