Dead Meat Page #2

Seen better days.

Did you see her?

She's covered in f***ing blood.

Well, of course,

because she's been fighting.

Because these things

are following us.

- Were you bitten?

- No, I wasn't.

- Were you bitten?

- No.

Where are you coming out of?

Over a field, 21/2 miles.

Going back to my house.

Listen, I know yourself.

I was thinking the same

this morning.

Trust no one.

You're gonna have to.

I don't know who's alive.

I don't know who's dead.

You're the first half-normal

person we've come across.

That's the Moriarty house...

and you're saying

it's your house?

Yeah.

Pat Moriarty's son?

That's right.

Yeah, I know you.

You're his son Desi.

Who are you?

I'm Cathal Cheunt.

You're the... you're the coach?

That's right.

You would've coached me

about 6 years ago.

Ah, yes, for about 2 weeks.

Yeah, you were shy.

That's right.

How are you doing? Are you well?

I'm hanging in there.

After the morning I've had,

I'm hanging in there.

And I know it. I know it. Huh?

Will you give us a lift now?

I'm having a little bit

of trouble with the van.

I've only got a kick-start.

Can give you a lift then.

Francie?

She's turned.

Quick! Desmond!

She's grand. Moriarty.

Do you remember Pat?

Pat Moriarty?

This is his son, Desi.

Bit of a f***ing eejit

by the looks of it.

We'll give him a lift.

I'm very sorry, Francie.

- Desi.

- How are you?

What's your name?

Lisa.

How are you, Lisa?

And what's your name?

Helena.

Hello.

Sorry, Francie. Helena.

You getting in...

or you're gonna stand there

with your asses hanging out?

You can find your own way.

Be glad of it.

- Excuse me.

- Jesus Christ. Hello.

Can we get a move on here?

We have to wait

for the car to be fixed.

Oh, yeah. We have to

wait here, don't we?

Well, you can f*** off,

if you like.

You can f*** off yourself.

Jeez.

Are we ready to rock and roll?

Are you ok, Lisa?

- Yeah.

- Good.

She's going.

Grand. Now I'm f***ing

lazy, huh?

Is there something wrong

with that one back there?

There's something

not f***ing right about it.

There's something wrong

with that one.

We'll have to watch it.

How 'bout we take that chip

off your f***ing shoulder?

You hear me?

Keep your eye out now, Francie.

We're on an open road.

It's the gorse bushes.

You want to watch

the gorse bushes.

Part of the gorse, yeah.

They'll be haven

from the gorse.

Safer on the road.

So, the plan with us is to get

to the next town over...

Kilfinnan.

We're after coming through now

2, maybe 3 parishes...

on the way over.

All you could see were

the ghouls.

Now, we'll have better luck

next town over.

Won't have happened there.

We're not too far now from

Mrs. Bonnie's homestead.

Do you remember

Mrs. Bonnie, Francie?

I remember Mrs. Bonnie.

Jesus Christ.

You'll know Mrs. Bonnie.

You'll be seeing

her around, I'm sure.

You'd smell her

if you didn't see her.

She'd be getting into the van.

She'd be telling you she's

only herself to look after...

and she was doing grand...

and you'd be there

with your nose closed...

for fear of the smell

of the piss off her.

Rat bastards. Ordinarily say

they're better off dead.

You wonder what be scraping

through their heads.

When did you see the first one?

First we saw, we were out

burning heather...

in the back field

on our own place.

- Nice.

- Looked up there yonder.

Francie saw Padre O'Brien

coming towards us.

We could not have known.

It has often happened.

A strange look off him, though.

Took the head off

and burnt the thing.

I've known him now 20 years.

Wasn't a way

to think to do either.

But never a situation or

epidemic quite as serious as...

as the one we witnessed today.

Dr. Hamitill there from

Oakel Agricultural Center.

Once again, our main story:

We are receiving current reports

of widespread mayhem...

believed to be connected

to a recent outbreak...

of a mutated strain

of mad cow disease.

The following towns

have been affected:

Keshcarrigan, Kilfinnan,

Carrick-on-Shannon...

Ballinamore,

and Leitrim Village.

These areas are

to be avoided at all costs.

However, any citizens

in need of assistance...

should make their way

to the Castle Fort...

located on the outskirts

of Lobinstown.

A rescue team

will be located there...

within the next 6 to 8 hours...

to lead any non-infected

people to...

Nothing. Just static.

Just... they're knocking down.

Try the number 3 there.

Nothing on 3, either.

Kilfinnan operator's normally

at that number.

Nothing there at all.

What's on the road?

Huh?

Jesus Christ.

It's one of the ghouls.

Go on, Francie. Go on.

We'll help her. Go on.

Hang on to the back there.

- Come on, you f***er!

- Go for him!

- Go on, Cathal.

- Speed up.

Go on now, go.

We have her.

Go on.

The sports of Ireland!

Did you f***ing see that?

Good man.

If you knew her,

you wouldn't recognize her.

I took half the jaw off of her

there with the hurl.

I can't believe

they're off the radio.

I can't work it out.

Static is all we're getting.

Static on it.

Politicians.

How is it the politicians?

They've cut us off.

Why have they cut us off?

'Cause they don't want anyone

to know what's going on.

Going on? So they've given up

on the county of Leitrim?

Now, Francie,

you're dreaming that up.

Your head's up your hole.

The light's working.

Aye, it is.

Sorry.

It's ok. It's good to know

it works, though.

It's really dark outside.

When I was a young fella,

I used to hate it.

I was terrified of the dark.

Ah, she's so lucky, isn't she?

I wish I could sleep like that.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Just tired.

Yeah. I bet you didn't expect...

this shite

this morning, did you?

I know what it's like

to be scared, though.

You know, when you're

a child, and...

I used to be scared

of going to sleep.

I used to have those horrible

nightmares every night.

Right.

So I used to spend all my nights

just reading comics.

It works, though.

Don't go to sleep. Stay sharp.

You know, I was so lucky

I bumped into you today.

I bumped into you.

Oh, you did.

I left a bruise on your arse...

the size of

a f***ing melon, I'd say.

There's nothing. It's just dead.

Helena!

Jesus Christ! Get her off!

Get her off, for f***'s sake!

The little devil's

about to bite me.

Get her off her!

Open the f***ing door!

Get her off her!

Look at her!

Get her out!

F***! What's that

happening there?

The child had the ghoul

in her the whole time!

F***ing children!

Swerve it.

We're all right back there.

Swerve.

- We're stuck.

- Huh?

We're stuck.

Oh, bollocks.

Right. We'll have to

get out and push.

We're dead meat now.

Look, just get out

of the car and push.

- They're trying to kill us all.

- Trying to kill you?

What did you think it was...

a f***ing summer camp

you were at?

We're stuck. You'll have to

get out and push.

Come on. Out! Come on.

Mr. Cheunt, I say

we keep going a wee bit.

All right. Come on.

Time. Time and f***ing place.

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