Dead Rising: Endgame Page #6

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And everything that you have done

here will be for nothing. Nothing!

Give me the antidote and I will take

you and your research out with us.

Your results, your data,

whatever you want?

Jesus Christ, Rand,

you're killing her.

Yeah, I'm trying as hard as I

goddamn can and I hope I fail.

Because if she survives death,

then there is hope.

Best thing about this virus...

victims can't die.

This is going too slow.

We're screwed.

Hancock!

Son of a b*tch.

Where others saw disease...

I saw a miracle.

With small adjustments to the

RNA, the virus, in theory,

could co-exist with

human tissue.

And that is a permanent

form of regeneration.

Cells that never die.

You're talking about

immortality.

That is the cure.

And she is the research.

The only way to test it

is to kill the subject.

You really are

f***ing crazy.

Hancock, what are

you doing here?

There it is.

Chase, have you ever had

a trillion dollars in your hand?

Me neither.

Why?

Eternal life.

Endless money.

Jordan.

Chase, the antidote is R-E-D 1.

We are so screwed.

Do you have

a tool box?

You can't manually

speed up a network.

I said, do you have

a f***ing tool box?

In there.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

We gotta go.

We gotta go now.

Chase, we're about

to have company.

Where are we on the hack?

I'm down to the wire.

You said you'd take me with you,

we gotta get to the roof.

Let's go!

Yeah.

Jeez.

Are you f***ing

kidding me?

It's not personal.

-F*** you.

-We'll die if we stay here.

Sh*t.

We're wasting time. We gotta go.

We gotta go now.

We gotta get

to the roof.

You're wasting time!

Goddamn it. You can't beat it.

Let's save ourselves at least.

Come on, you bastard.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Come on! Come on!

Let's go! We gotta go!

We gotta go now.

I can't hold them off.

Yes!

F***!

You can't save them.

You're wasting time.

We gotta go.

-Yes!

-Goddammit!

Destroy it!

Destroy it all.

Affirmative.

Locking on coordinates.

F***.

-Jordan.

-Yes, Chase.

Can you run?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Yeah.

Sh*t.

Chuck!

One minute to target.

Let's go!

Target acquired.

Thanks, Chuck.

Are you kidding me? After

what you did for my daughter?

Thank you.

George Hancock?

Leave him. Something will come

along and eat him soon enough.

Yes, sir.

Submaster

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