Freaky Eaters Page #4

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but now...

you are souls without sin...

ready to be born again

into the Kingdom of God!

And the Father said to his son...

"From death will come life."

And he gave his son the weapon

which would allow him to deliver life.

"Here you are, O son.

Kill for life!"

The weapon extinguished

the fire of the Lord,

and Evil returned to hell,

where he belongs.

Then the son said,

"Thank you, Father, for opening up..."

F***! Alen, he's alive!

Are you a priest?

Do I look like a priest, d*ckhead?

- Wait.

- What?

Why does a priest need a priest?

No, I'm not a priest.

I would have loved to be one,

but I couldn't resist sin.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

There's nothing easier than confession.

This guy destroyed the human race,

and now he thinks

he just has to make amends.

That's all lies! Only lies.

I made it all up, but I did it

in order to save the survivors.

I wanted them to fear me.

If you fear someone, you listen to him.

Yes, like a tyrant.

No.

Like God.

I only wanted to save the survivors.

And what have you been doing

in the meantime? Enjoying some snacks?

I know, I'm a monster.

But all the food was finished,

and I had to protect her.

- Protect whom?

- Who are you?

- Forget about him, he's lost his mind.

- Whom do you have to protect?

Are you...

Are you a priest?

No, arsehole,

but I know how to perform last rites.

Who knows how many people

that bastard killed?

All because his head was full of sh*t.

And he ate them alive too. God!

Spreader...

Plague Spreader, my arse!

I'm tired.

I'm tired of all this.

For months, we were led to believe

that the Plague Spreader was responsible.

For months,

he was the centre of attention.

They said he was the devil incarnate.

And the worst thing is,

I was convinced of that too.

Now we discover that he was nothing more

than an aspiring killer priest.

A madman, a nobody. It makes no difference

whether he is a cannibal or not.

I can't stand living like this.

- Maybe I should...

- What? Shoot yourself in the head?

Excellent solution.

What the f*** am I going to do?

End my days with Dr...

"I had so many problems as a kid"?

Listen to me, you son of a b*tch.

Get your sh*t together, stand up,

and let's finish what we started.

Maybe this life is nothing special,

but look on the bright side -

we are the owners of the world.

And you'd give up all this?

Let's try and catch the next one alive.

Let's walk around the building.

They rarely stay isolated.

She's alive.

Damn, I'd never have believed it.

Seems like there really is a God.

He has helped me to find

what I was looking for.

Calm down.

She can't be any older than 15.

- What about the wound?

- What wound?

Your arm, idiot.

It's just a scratch.

I'm not a queer, like you.

Don't worry, baby.

You're safe now.

Will you tell me your name?

Fine. Come on.

Sure. You couldn't be in safer hands.

- How's your arm?

- It's just a scratch.

How much do you want for the girl?

For God's sake, stop it.

Come on. I'm only joking.

But don't tell me the idea hasn't crossed

your mind that there could still be hope.

Maybe we won't be the last ones.

Providing she's fertile.

But tell me something -

would you give birth to a child

that is destined to live in a world

where the dead lay down the law?

Now that you mention it...

Well, I don't necessarily have

to settle down and get married, eh?

Luckily she's sleeping.

Dad said people were dirty.

He said that the dead

were the fault of dirty men.

Then he brought some people.

They were good, they loved me.

When our supplies ended,

Dad asked each of us to make a sacrifice.

Then we received more supplies,

but someone went away.

Dad used to say

they had gone to heaven.

But I didn't trust him.

He became evil.

By the way, my name is Cristina.

And I need to pee.

I'd better go and keep watch.

What shall we do now?

We've found her, we'll find others.

It's not the end, mate.

It's not the end.

They have weapons.

Christ. I've never seen them

armed before.

What do we do?

- The usual. I go right, you go left.

- You fascist.

- Ready? On the count of three. One...

- Two...

Three!

F***.

Bullets and arrows. Poof.

Why... dead?

Why... dead?

F***, Igor! That one was talking!

Yeah, well, I can talk too.

But he was asking too many questions.

OK, let me do the talking now.

Why... dead?

With her... I live!

He... says... live!

He? Who's he?

Him!

Him!

Who locked you in here?

Him. White... man.

Arsehole. I can't, but you can, eh?

She was asking too many questions.

I told you so.

Wait here.

Don't come in, whatever happens.

And who are you?

You might as well lower that gun.

Can't you see the state I'm in?

He used to work with Alexis.

- Who put you in that state?

- Gyno.

And he keeps me... alive...

so that I can help him

with his experiments.

You call this living?

So this is where Gyno used to come?

There are talking zombies up there.

Well, they stopped talking

after we'd dealt with them.

They still have a very limited vocabulary.

They have become less aggressive,

and have started to develop

cognitive abilities,

but they are like children.

Fertilin's retrovirus is only half working.

F***. But they are dead.

They should go to hell.

We succeeded in making them reproduce.

Now the women are fertile...

but they give birth to dead babies.

There are already too many dead

people around. Wasn't it enough?

Our team was conducting

genetic experiments on dead tissue.

It was being financed by the government.

The results were not

considered satisfactory,

and the programme was cancelled.

We decided to keep on going,

doing more extreme experiments.

At that point we had already

transgressed the ethical boundaries...

that should guide any research.

I wasn't aware of these experiments.

After Alexis had a miscarriage, she changed.

- She hardly ever came home.

- Alexis had tried Fertilin.

The drug was being tested,

but it didn't seem to be working.

All the women had spontaneous abortions

after a few weeks.

Alexis injected it directly

into the body of a corpse.

The reaction to that substance

went beyond all expectations.

She had brought a corpse back to life.

The woman bit another doctor.

And from that point on,

everything changed.

Now we're using it on them!

But Gyno isn't satisfied.

He wants to stop doing these tests.

It's high time that bastard gave it a rest.

He wants to move on to the next stage...

a living being...

with one of the undead!

Oh, God.

We have to get back to the base.

Wait! Wait!

Give me your gun.

Are you kidding?

Not this one.

Take this.

If he dares touch her, I'll kill him.

Would you mind telling me

what the f*** is going on?

That son of a b*tch is so crazy,

he thinks he can give life to a new race.

Dead with dead generates dead.

But alive with dead...

or better, with the living dead?

Are you saying that pervert

wants Cristina to scr...

A zombie and her together?

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