Diary Of The Dead Page #4
Millions of members out here,
driven, compelled, to broadcast their...
particular views.
Compelled, like the man said.
Jason was compelled.
I've never seen
him like that before.
What is it? What gets into our heads,
when we see something horrible?
A horrible accident
on the highway.
Some things just keep us
from just driving on.
We don't stop to help,
we stop to look.
First morning since
we've hit the road.
We're here to say goodbye.
I don't understand
why he died.
It was just a bite. How can someone
die from one little bite?
Maybe it's some kind of
poison or something.
Maybe it is a virus.
Anyone that gets sick
comes back as one of them.
No, anyone who dies
comes back as one of them.
Thurman and Gordo.
No! No!
Gotta bury him, right?
How would you feel,
waking up in six feet of dirt?
Can't we just wait?
Can't we, at least just wait and see?
Maybe it won't
happen to him.
Please, can we
just wait?
- Hey guys, we gotta get going. I gotta...
- Get home?
Yeah.
Although after this,
I'm not sure what we're gonna find.
Your folks will be fine, Deb.
They're smart people, like you.
Oh sh*t.
Look!
Poor Gordo.
He just
crapped out.
that tree will give
no shelter, to say Amen.
these are the
end of times,
and for the sinners there will be no end.
Only the dead that will not die...
and the hunger that
will not be satisfied.
Get on your knees.
Get on your knees.
Get on your
f***in' knees!
Here's a Channel
It wasn't until we
uploaded this footage,
that we saw how
bad everything was.
- What are we doing to help?
- ... sort of failure like...
Don't try to come
into major cities.
There are report of violence,
looting, killings...
Small towns kinda like ghost towns.
Most people have fled for their lives.
They're anticipating some
sort of Armageddon?
Using country roads
we hadn't run into riots or looting.
But we were about to
run into something else.
What a piece of sh*t!
It's alright,
It's alright.
I think its the fuel line.
If that's what it is,
I can fix it.
- Oh yeah
- Yeah.
I know what I'm doing.
Daddy used to pit crew for Gill Gilbert.
- Rumpert?
- Gilbert.
Who the hell
is Gill Gilbert?
We can't stay
out here guys.
We have to wait
inside that barn.
I'm going to see
where the others went.
You might now want to do that.
There might be...
Oh sh*t!
Whoa, whoa, stop, stop!
I don't think he's dead.
He might not
be dead!.
- "Who are you?".
- He's asking who we are.
"CAN'T HEAR"
Our car broke down,
we need help.
"AMISH
NO CAR"
We don't need a car,
we just need just to fix ours.
We need to use your barn.
"HURRY"?
Why?
Oh sh*t!
- They must have been following us!
- Oh my god.
- Tony, how many bullets you got left?
- Where did he go?
Jesus Christ!
I thought the Amish
were friendly folks!
"I'M SAMUEL
HELLO"
Yep, cap line's
leaking.
I'm gonna cut the line below the tear
and get it hooked back up to the post.
Thanks.
What is that?
Guys, what's all the screaming?
Birthday party.
Where did you
find this?
It was in the camera
Deb found in the hospital.
That's the guy, the one
in the orange shirt.
That's the guy from the hospital,
the one I thought looked nice.
The one Gordo shot.
What's that?
Guys, What that?
They're in the back.
At the back wall.
They're out front as well.
What the hell is going on out there?
Jesus Christ.
Oh god, there's
plenty of them.
"BACK DOOR"
Simply sorry for,
for all the trouble.
Hurry in, I wanna
get out of here.
Not to apply unnecessary pressure,
but we are all relying on you, darling.
Oh god,
the doors open.
I hear something.
Maybe one of them got in already.
Maybe more than one.
- Guys, what's happening?
- We're alright!
We're alright.
Almost there.
Certainly hope so, darling,
as much as I'd love staying, I wanna go home.
Tracy,
I love you!
- Alright, open the door!
- Open up, Tony, let's go!
See how many, there are?
Look how many.
Come on,
come on.
Excuse me gentlemen,
hurry!
Oh my god!
We're alright,
we're alright!
- Nothing we can do,
let's go.
They're all going to be all over us.
Let's go
It's estimated that if something
doesn't stop the slaughter
in three or four days,
our death rates will quadruple.
within 10 days, it will
have risen by 100 percent.
Before, there were, I don't know,
how many people died every minute...
8? 10? 20?
Now there are 5 times as many,
Dead, but...
walking.
There weren't enough bullets
to stop them all.
They're monsters.
Monsters who prey on the flesh of the living.
We needed supplies...
Gas.
Without gas, we weren't
going anywhere.
There might be more
of them around.
- Think we can make it?
- We gotta try.
Get in, fill up, get out fast.
Yes, but what if...
Put the gun down!
- Who the hell are you?
- Don't matter who I am.
All that matters
is what I got.
What he's got is better than
ours, Tony, way better.
Damn right.
This is an M16 semi-automatic,
and I'm just trying to decide,
do I pump two bullets at
your brain, or just one.
Alright.
Cool.
Good choice.
Now who the hell are you all?
Some kind of news people?
No, students.
University of Pittsburgh.
Damn, now the whole town
is going crazy.
Come on!
- Come on, where?
- Any place is better than this.
Come on! Before we
get our asses shot off!
What are you talking about?
Write their names, kick them out,
lock the door, and throw away the keys?
We've become hysterical about people
crossing the border into our country.
That's not the problem anymore.
The problem now is, all those strangers
crossing the borders, who can...
What the hell's with
that camera anyway?
Home movies.
Who's gonna be
left to watch?
So, what's up with you all?
What the hell you're
doing in my town?
We're trying to get to Stranton.
We need fuel.
We were at the pump,
back there at the gas station.
Them pumps are dry.
I've saved up all the gas.
Can we buy some
of what you took?
Buy? If this is keeps up,
money ain't gonna be worth nothing.
Yeah, I'll let you have some.
- Enough to get where you're going.
- What's with you all?
- How come you've stuck around?
- Cause we got the power.
For the first time in our lives.
We got the power.
Cause everybody else left.
All of us folks have suntans.
They'll be back, right?
The National Guards.
Somebody's gotta put all
this sh*t back together.
What National Guard?
Kid, I'm in the National Guard.
I know what's coming up,
with nothing together.
That's why I
got all this sh*t.
Anything worth anything
all under one roof.
It's called looting.
No, ma'am, it's called doing
what you've got to do.
Can I get online?
Back there.
Excuse me.
It's alright,
let them through.
Let 'em through!
A reporter was
on the scene,
Here's Homestead's
Chief of Police, Arthur Tacks.
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