Dead Rising: Endgame Page #2

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in chasing ghosts than facts.

Or have you forgotten what

happened to your last partner?

Hey! Don't even go there!

Jordan Blair is gone, Chase,

and she's never coming back.

You don't know that.

You don't know that!

Chase.

Chase!

You know, I could've used

a little support back there.

Don't give me that sh*t. You know I

support you more than anyone else.

Look, are we a team or am I

just along for the ride,

because this one-man crusade

is really starting to look

like a suicide mission?

You know I'm invested in this.

You know I would love nothing more than

to watch these guys burn to the ground,

but I won't watch you

get yourself killed.

And if that's what you're going to do,

then you have to do it on your own.

Beer?

Yeah.

Collins was right.

I was so hell bent

on getting a story,

I didn't see how my actions

could hurt other people.

Sandra will get over it.

Not Sandra.

Jordan.

She told me not to go

into that tent,

and I did it anyway.

I left her.

Chase, it's not your fault.

We know that Phenotrans is responsible

for the East Mission outbreak.

That the US Army

covered it up.

But I failed.

Lyons was never

held accountable.

And Phenotrans has

only grown stronger.

I mean, this is like,

Iran-Contra all over again.

The US military is using drug

dealers to do their dirty work.

-And people are disappearing.

-Yes.

This is the reason why

I got into Journalism.

To break stories like this.

You said it yourself

we need to go back in.

You're the only one

crazy enough to do it.

So when you're done

being a little girl...

you let me know.

Hey, I don't have a lot

of time to explain,

you're in a lot

of danger right now.

You should come with me.

Yeah, I'm going home, buddy.

I know who you are.

You're Chase Carter.

I know what you saw.

Afterlife.

Who the hell are you?

I'm George Hancock.

As of a couple hours ago, I was

a senior exec at Phenotrans.

Come and take a look.

Yes, sir,

I believe so.

F*** me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come with me.

This way. This way.

All right,

you're with me.

Chase Carter!

Jesus! No, no!

Come on, this way!

This way! Up here!

Up here!

-Come on. Come on.

-Cover the back!

Cover the back!

Sh*t!

Come on!

Come on. This way.

What the f***'s Afterlife?

It's their logical conclusion

of Project Watchtower.

Phenotrans developed it.

Military controls it.

And you've seen

too much already.

Carter!

F***!

Hurry up! Come on!

Get in the back!

Get in the back!

Son of a b*tch!

-Captain?

-We missed him, sir.

It looks like

someone warned him.

Find out who.

Yes, sir.

Extreme prejudice, Captain.

Understood?

Of course.

Thanks.

How'd they know

where to find me?

They know everything, man.

Phenotrans got a hold of that

footage you sent to the network,

it caused quite a panic.

What's Phenotrans' involvement?

They're secretly funneling drugs to the

outside in exchange for test subjects.

Like test subjects?

You mean people

who are infected?

No, not necessarily.

They need to know that Afterlife works

under real life conditions, right?

So the Army, they just

seize whoever they want.

Claim they turned Z,

who's gonna argue with that?

Everyone who's infected

has a chip, right?

It carries one to three

years of Zombrex.

Released daily it prevents the

user from becoming a zombie.

Released all at once...

-Overdose.

-Exactly right.

So Phenotrans can kill

anyone with a chip?

We designed it.

As a failsafe.

If you had a problem,

you could prevent an outbreak

just with the push of a button.

Genocide.

Mass murder.

That was the Army,

that wasn't us.

Once they had the tech,

they wanted to use it.

Kill the host...

Kill all the hosts,

the virus dies along with it.

No more virus, no more zombies.

The greatest existential

threat in human history

vanishes with the flip

of a switch.

That's Afterlife.

We're talking about roughly

one and a half million people.

So when's this

supposed to happen?

The clock's ticking.

Chip activation is set

for 7:
00 pm tomorrow.

Now listen,

Afterlife is essentially

a software.

It's controlled from a secret

base inside East Mission City.

I need to get there

and shut those servers down.

Why'd you come to me?

I hear you've been going

inside the wall for months.

You are the only person outside

the Army who can get me in there.

Jesus.

Sandra, don't talk,

just listen.

You need to get

out of your house.

Get Jill and meet me at G's.

You know where it is.

And don't say anything

to anyone.

Who the hell is Chase Carter?

He's a reporter. Why?

You think you're

the only one with spies?

He knows about

Afterlife.

-How do you know this?

-I run a trillion dollar company.

If a story could harm Phenotrans,

I hear about it.

Absolute secrecy was one of the

conditions of our involvement.

I'm shutting the project down.

No. We launched already.

That was a huge mistake.

No, building Afterlife and not using

it, that would be the mistake.

If only a small

portion of the carriers

read some conspiracy theory

and removed their chips,

-the program fails.

-I won't allow it.

Well, a trillion dollars

buys a lot of things.

But the power to give me

orders is not one of them.

Chase Carter has

forced our hand.

Take 'em. Take 'em.

Get your fight out!

Jesus.

I need a favor,

but it's dangerous,

and the Army

is all over our ass.

Sounds like fun.

Mi casa es su casa.

Ladies.

Who's this shady

looking, dude?

He's cool.

George Hancock.

Doesn't help.

Get in here, man.

I just ran a background check on

him. He is who he says he is.

This guy has been ex-Phenotrans

for what? Five minutes?

How are we supposed

to trust him?

Look, if what he says is true,

we need him.

You don't have to like me, man.

But are you willing to stand by

and let a million and a

half people get murdered?

How about you?

How are you going to feel

if someone you love is chipped?

I am chipped, so...

You'll forgive me if I'm

reluctant to hop into bed

with one of the a**holes

that made them.

You know they're tracking that.

I made a few modifications.

They're not seeing me.

Thanks for the warning.

-How long?

-24 hours.

That started 11 hours

ago when you pulled

that little stunt

at the warehouse.

I don't like this, Chase.

But I like you.

Screw it.

This guy stinks.

Friends don't let friends

go through Z town alone.

That's what

I'm talking about.

Besides, I still

owe you for that thing.

Not after this.

What choice do we have?

What's the plan?

Straight from the source.

This is our access point.

It's the safest route I know.

We need to stay underground

as long as possible,

and get across the city

as fast as we can.

The server

farm is located right here.

It's an old VA hospital right in

the middle of the quarantine zone

nine miles from the wall

surrounded by 15,000 infected.

If we get across the city, we're going

to access the building through Ward C.

I've got the pass code which will get

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