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Zomcon presents...

A Bright New World.

From the darkest depths

of outer space

came an evil no man could predict.

A cloud of radiation engulfed

our great planet.

Scientists discovered

that these space particles

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.

Zomcon built security systems

like the perimeter fence

that encloses our towns

in a wall of protective steel,

and surrounds other towns

right across this great land.

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,

a red light comes on,

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

to handle any zombie problem,

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,

for winning the Zombie Wars

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.

Our special guest is here.

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,

and there are going to be

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.

And then where would we be?

- 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.

A good cadet always knows

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

talk about those bullies.

Oh, there's one other thing.

Hi, honey.

Made just the way you like it.

A three olive martini.

What did I do to deserve this?

Helen, what are you up to?

I've had a long day.

Oh, Bill, honestly.

Sometimes I wonder about you.

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

on the street without one.

Helen, could I speak to you

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.

I'm barely keeping up with

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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