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Zomcon presents...
A Bright New World.
From the darkest depths
of outer space
came an evil no man could predict.
our great planet.
Scientists discovered
caused the reanimation
of dead bodies...
Zombies!
Creatures with but one
destructive need...
to devour the flesh of the living.
And so, we were forced
to defend our homeland.
The Zombie Wars...
mankind pitted against
legions of the undead.
But in our darkest hour,
a savior...
Zomcon, and our founder,
Dr. Reinhold Geiger.
Dr. Geiger discovered
that if the brain was destroyed,
the zombie was destroyed,
never to reanimate.
And so,
the Zombie Wars were won.
like the perimeter fence
that encloses our towns
in a wall of protective steel,
But even within the fence,
danger lurked.
Lingering radiation meant that anyone
who died became a zombie.
Be careful, Mrs. Smith.
He's not the man you married.
And then, a breakthrough...
the domestication collar.
With the collar in place,
telling us that the zombie's desire for
human flesh has been contained,
making the zombie as gentle
as a household pet.
But if the collar light
goes out, call Zomcon,
or push the nearest
safety button
and we'll be there
large or small.
Thanks to Zomcon, we can all become
productive members of society,
even after we die.
Or, for those who can afford it,
a Zomcon funeral,
complete with head coffin,
guarantees you a burial
you won't come back from.
Your tax dollars
allow Zomcon new ways
to protect our homeland
from the zombie threat,
giving us more time to relax
and be with our families.
So thank you, Zomcon,
and building a company
for tomorrow
that gives us a safer
future today.
Zomcon, a better life
through containment.
Well, I think
that informative film
taught us all a little bit more
about how Zomcon
helps make our world
a better place,
isn't that right, children?
Yes, Miss Mills.
Everyone straighten your desks.
Children, I would like to introduce
Willard's new head of security
at Zomcon,
who is not only a decorated hero of
the Zombie Wars,
but is also Zomcon's
official safety expert.
Mr. Bottoms is the father
of our newest,
and I suspect our brightest student, Cindy.
Well, good afternoon,
boys and girls.
So how many of you have ever had
to kill a zombie?
Ooh. Not too many,
and that's the way I'd like to keep it.
My job at Zomcon is to make things safe
for young people just like you.
That's why I'm building
a taller fence,
new safety vans patrolling our streets.
And we're going to take
everybody's picture
just in case one of you...
gets lost.
What do you think of that?
Children, does anyone
have a question for Mr. Bottoms?
Yes, Roy.
Stan and me...
I mean, me and Stan,
have been Zomcon Cadets
for two years, sir.
We think Zomcon's great.
That's terrific. Thank you.
Does anyone have
an actual question?
Timmy Robinson has a question.
Timmy, go on.
Ask a good question.
Timmy?
Are zombies dead or alive?
- What a stupid question.
- Really stupid.
Now, now, now.
There's no such thing as a stupid question.
The truth is, to some people,
zombies might seem human.
But make no mistake,
these creatures have
only one goal,
and that is to eat your flesh.
So without Zomcon,
we'd all be dead.
- Dead?
- Dead?
That's right.
So does that answer
your question, Timmy?
I guess.
You guess?
Well, this isn't a world
where we guess, young man.
You either know
something or you don't.
I was just thinking
about the zombies
who were buried too deep
to get out of their coffins.
Well, that's impossible.
We always bury the heads separately.
I mean people buried
before the space dust.
Couldn't some of them
still be in the graveyard right now,
trying to claw their way out?
Yuck.
Well, children, look at that.
It's time for outdoor education.
Let's show Mr. Bottoms
how good we are, hmm?
# In the brain
and not the chest #
# Head shots are the very best #
# In the brain
and not the chest #
# Head shots are the very best #
# In the brain
and not the chest #
# Head shots are the very best #
Trying to make
Zomcon look stupid?
That wouldn't be hard.
What did you say?
Nothing.
- Okay, mister.
- But it's out of bullets!
It felt empty.
how many bullets he has left, son.
- You idiot.
- That's it.
Detention, the pair of you.
That's not fair.
But he said Zomcon was stupid.
Did you say that?
No, no.
Pick up the box.
Don't drop...
That's Mr. Bottoms' lamp.
If that could go to the den.
It's just to your right...
It's very fragile.
Hey, Timmy!
Hi, Mr. Theopolis.
That's no way to treat a bicycle.
Sorry, Mrs. Henderson.
What have I told you about
leaving you bike on the lawn?
Now put it away properly.
Was that so hard?
Yes, Mrs. Henderson.
What did you say?
I mean, no, Mrs. Henderson.
What are you looking at,
Theopolis?
I'm going to take this apple pie
over to our new neighbors.
See if they actually
own all those zombies.
They probably do.
He's the new
head of security at Zomcon.
The new head of security
moved into the Johnsons' old place.
Well, that's good news.
What on earth, Timmy?
That is a new shirt.
It was those bullies
I told you about.
They pushed me down,
and Stan pointed his gun at me.
What?
Did people see you like this?
I don't know.
Come here.
There you go.
Everything's going to be fine.
Just go and clean up,
put on a new shirt,
and we won't even have to
Oh, there's one other thing.
Hi, honey.
Made just the way you like it.
What did I do to deserve this?
Helen, what are you up to?
I've had a long day.
Oh, Bill, honestly.
I really do.
If you must know,
I have a surprise for you.
Wow.
Hi, Dad.
Hiya, Tim.
- How's my boy?
- Fine.
- Are you ready?
- There's more?
Now, just relax.
Isn't it wonderful?
Now we're not the only ones
in the kitchen?
Of course, dear.
You're always so sensible.
Timmy, why don't you
go watch some television?
Yeah, but, Mom, I don't...
I'm sure there's
something wonderful on.
But, Bill, the neighbors.
Everybody has one except for us.
Well, Helen, in India
everyone has a tiger.
Why don't we just move there
and get a tiger?
Not everybody in India
has a tiger, Bill.
That's what I heard.
We can't afford a zombie.
funeral payments as it is.
Funerals. Is that all you ever
think about, Bill?
I still can't believe you bought
a funeral savings plan for Timmy.
Come on, Helen.
The other kids hate him.
You said so yourself.
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