John Dies At The End Page #6

I intend to close it.

Uh, excuse me.

Move.

Oh! David!

You understand me?

This is John.

Uh... hello.

- We're in big f***ing trouble, Dave.

- Yeah, no sh*t, Fluffy.

Oh, you can hear me, so I

guess you took the soy sauce.

Why?

Didn't I tell you not to?

And what happened to your face?

Your second question

answers your first.

There are two people

still alive

from last night other than me,

Fred Chu

and your girlfriend Amy.

Wait. You're with Amy?

And who's got you?

Justin white... or that thing

that used to be Justin.

Uh, that's four still alive,

including Justin.

There's nothing left of Justin

inside of him now. Couple of days,

Justin's gonna hatch

just like that Jamaican did.

Anybody in the vicinity

when that happens

will become

a spawning pod thing.

Dave, the last world

that saw these things

was saturated within 100 days.

And don't ask me how I know that

either, because I don't know.

Okay, I got another question.

Everyone who took the soy sauce

is either dead or comatose

except for me.

Probably able to adjust. But you

should have figured out by now, Dave,

you don't choose the soy sauce.

The soy sauce chooses you.

The soy sauce chooses you.

If it can't use you,

it kills you.

From what I hear,

it plays with you first.

Justin?

Yo, you need to come

roll with me, dude.

Where, uh...

where we going, Justin?

Why you fronting, bro?

You know what time it is.

Stop calling me Justin

like nothing's changed, yo.

What should I call you, homey?

Just call me shitload,

because there's a shitload

of us in here, yo.

Dude, I know you strapped,

but before you think about...

flashing that nine on me, yo,

you better listen

to what I's gots to say.

As I was saying, yo...

Gonna listen to me, dude?

I've... I'm listening,

shitload.

We taking a ride.

Yeah, I don't think

that's gonna happen.

Oh my God, my balls.

Hey hey.

We heard the gunfire.

Are you the one that shot him?

- I saw his head.

- I was aiming for his heart

- but yeah, I did get him.

- Good.

Amy?

Do you think he can be killed?

Look, I don't know.

- He said something

- About an old mall.

The mall of the dead.

Why there?

John?

How long has he been like this?

Does he ever say anything?

He mumbles. Been like that ever

since they brought him in.

Wake up!

Come on, wake up, a**hole.

Hey.

Uh, I found your dog.

I know. Thanks.

Listen,

I'm gonna get us out of this.

Don't worry.

John's got a plan.

Ooh.

Man! Where are we?

We're in some liquor truck

and we're on our way

to the abandoned mall

on highway 59.

Did you say we're going to the

mall or coming back from it?

- Going!

- Yeah, that's right,

- 'cause Fred's still alive.

- What?!

Nothing nothing.

I got a headache.

You see that door?

I see it.

Yo, she'll be able to walk up

outta here if y'all cooperate.

I need her to open

the ghost door, yo.

But if you give me static or try

to play the motherfucking fool,

as soon as she done what

I need, I'm gonna make you...

hey!

Yo, what's out there?

A weapon?

You trying to gank me, fool?

I guess there's

no getting rid of you.

Any more of them?

No, I don't think so.

Then come on...

all of you.

Let's get to my car.

Okay, so those white things

that you saw take over Justin...

they're looking

for hosts, okay?

Now, uh, there was

a drug that the guy,

the one who exploded,

he had it in his trailer...

that stuff is black, right?

Oh. You're, uh...

you're familiar with it?

Sounds like you and I both

got long stories to tell.

I've been up 48 hours straight

and this case ain't

getting no clearer.

It's the adrenaline...

it keeps me going.

Yeah.

That and those...

Piercing voices in my head.

Wait.

What kind of voices?

Uh...

Oh f***!

- Ah, come on!

- Oh! Oh!

Get out of the way. Oh!

- Dave, let's go, come on.

- Get outta there!

Take my hand!

Come on!

Go! Go! Move!

Sh*t!

Come on, let's go.

Guys, I'm all right.

I'm okay!

Whoa!

That's not Fred.

Not any more.

Guys, look, I don't know what

you think you saw back there.

Any one of us could

be infected or whatever,

but we gotta stick together.

We're the good guys here.

Right?

Fred, why don't you go down to

the highway and flag down a car?

Yes.

Oh.

Help me get him to the wreck!

These things are starting

to come out of him!

- Come on! Drag him!

- Oh God, I can't.

You can do it! Come on!

Get him over here.

Get back! Okay.

John, what are you doing?

My weapons.

I'm not gonna stand by

while some white fuzz

from another dimension

invades our world and infects

every last man, woman and child.

We're gonna go through that

ghost door and clean house.

What?

I went with the old testament.

Okay.

Why?

'Cause we're

the only ones who can.

'Cause we were chosen...

By the soy sauce.

Are you in?

Yeah, I guess.

Is that a paintball gun?

Ghost door... you see it?

Yeah.

All I see is a wall.

Oh, cool.

Sh*t.

It's a ghost knob.

This just doesn't make any sense.

Nuh-uh.

'Cause Justin... or shitload

or whatever his name was...

he said he needed Amy

to open it.

Hey! Amy!

Oh, I have

so many questions to ask

- but no time to ask them.

- That's him, that's the guy...

the one in my truck

with the slug last night.

Okay, slug man,

can you tell us just what

the f*** this place is?

Well, what do you think

you're looking at there?

You're gonna be looking at

my fist and then Dave's dick

if you don't f***ing

tell us what this is!

The others have devoted more time

and resources than you can imagine

to developing an ability

to pass from one side

to the next with no success.

But now we realize that you,

- and John here, apparently can.

- Who's "we"?

Oh, I have enlisted

an ally from your world.

This guy?

You trusted this guy?

He's just an infomercial dude.

Hey, don't be so hasty, Dave.

Dr. Marconi brings

a lot to the table.

Thank you, John.

You're a gentleman.

The source of the current

manifestation is

on the other side

of this portal.

The entity's name is korrok.

And what does this

korrok look like, exactly?

You will know him when you see him.

Believe me.

He cannot be destroyed

by conventional means,

but I have a plan.

Ladies.

It is called the tripper.

And it came

from where, exactly?

This is an experimental

cold war weapon

designed to take down

a city the size of moscow.

Contained within this detonator

is a block of c-4 explosive,

surrounded by a highly-potent

military-grade hallucinogen.

If you get the opportunity,

you may detonate it like this.

Now the tripper

may not kill korrok,

but it will sure

f*** his sh*t up.

Severely.

Well, I like

the concept, doctor.

Ah! Mmm. Mmm.

Fine.

How do we get in?

Just decide that you

want to and you will.

Ah.

We must be in an alternate

universe of some kind.

Apparently it's

"eyes wide shut" world.

Gentlemen, welcome!

As you can see,

a select few interested parties

were allowed to come

and observe your arrival.

So we thought

removing the garments

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