Living Dead Lock Up 3: Siege of the Dead Page #2

Please leave a message

and I will call you back.

Voicemail.

Yeah, it's me.

I hope you're ok.

Well...

Bye.

We can't get to the loo either.

Flfli's litter is extra-absorbent.

And where do we take a sh*t?

There's nothing to sh*t,

we've got nothing to eat.

What is that?

- A ship.

At Westhafen, that's near here.

Listen up, it's important.

My wife is infected.

Quiet!

I need help. I've got sedatives

but only a day's worth.

Do you have any sedatives?

I would know if Gabi had some.

I know where some are.

Where?

- Next-door to them.

Bramkamp is her name.

Bramkamp is her name.

She's addicted.

Her stomach has to be

pumped once a month!

Her brother is a pharmacist.

He gets them for her.

Can you get out?

No way.

Please, somehow.

You hungry?

Do you have anything to eat?

Do you?

Loads! You can have it if you help.

We'll send it over with a rope.

Harper?

You thinking about your parents?

- Go to bed.

Do you want the bear suit?

Go to bed, man!

What is it?

You're hungry, aren't you?

Sounds funny,

but I always wanted to do this.

Wait.

Let's go.

Go, go!

Forgive us our sins...

Our Father in heaven...

- Good morning.

You must be Mrs. Bramkamp.

Sorry about the wall.

But you've seen

what's happening.

Harper!

The pills!

Go on up!

Michi?

Gabi?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to bring back your keys.

What?

You wanted your keys back.

Yeah, but via the post.

I wanted to come in person.

You're not pleased?

Yes, I am.

I lost the keys.

But the door

is broken anyway.

You're alive,

that's all that matters.

He's injured.

Michi, were you bitten?

No, I scratched myself.

You were scratched!

I had to break through the wall

for sedatives.

- Good idea.

We have sedatives.

Kai will get you some.

Gabi, who's that?

Kai, Mrs. Bramkamp's son.

He asked me to come because

she broke down then she changed.

And then...

We came up here.

Now first,

you take one of these.

Are you with him...

Is that why you broke up?

Michi, don't get worked up.

I'm not with him,

and I didn't want to break up.

I only want you.

Please, take a pill.

How long?

Don't get upset.

A couple of weeks.

Shortly after I moved in.

Long distance!

You say you need it

for your job and future.

I came from Vienna

to show you I care for this?

Michi, I didn't tell you

so as not to hurt you.

Take the pills!

- They're not for me!

Get down!

Gabi!

- Let me.

Down!

Let go.

Back down there!

Leave it!

Michi, the roof.

Not without you, Gabi.

- Just go!

I'm here with the pills!

Open up.

I've got the pills.

Open up!

Open up!

Sorry, I couldn't get more.

Thanks.

Cherie! Look here.

I've got more pills.

Look.

I need a new bandage.

In a moment,

first the pills.

What was that noise?

It was nothing.

Please, take a pill.

I thought we didn't have any more.

- Oh yes.

I found some more.

That's right.

That's right.

It's only a glass.

- I want...

Don't touch me!

Out of the way.

Put it down!

Come on!

That's it?

He didn't have

more food than that?

He exaggerated a bit.

- It worked.

Thanks, by the way.

You cold?

Here.

Thanks.

Now what?

Let's eat something.

Here?

Here's the break.

- It's strong enough?

We'll have to see...

I found this upstairs.

What made you

think to use the flash?

By accident.

Their retinas are sensitive.

I hope it really hurts.

Yeah, really bad.

How did you make it?

I was, er, in the attic.

Went over the roof.

And the pills?

I found them

in the kitchen. By luck.

I know a way

how we can maybe get there.

I saw a boat.

I was going to

sell that on the net.

About 800 meters.

We each take a camera

and run.

Two shoot forwards, two backwards.

Then to the port by boat.

They can't swim.

I'm pretty sure.

What kind of boat is it?

A little one.

A two-seater.

What?

Worst case we'll take turns

swimming and paddling.

That's suicide!

Two too many!

We'll have to draw straws.

- You an idiot?

It's all or none.

- Then no one!

Otherwise, we'll all die!

What's going on?

Lights!

Keep cool.

- Keep cool?

Torches!

Hurry, turn on the torches!

I want to do it.

I want out of here.

Me too.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Tomorrow morning.

Ulf is gone!

He's got the cameras.

He's abandoning us!

Stop!

Harper, no! Harper!

I got the camera.

Thanks you.

Don't touch me!

No!

We gotta hurry.

I put this one here.

Click here.

Click that one over here.

I set it on multishot.

It'll flash a few times in a row.

This one you'll have to hold.

There's the button to flash.

Get going.

Get a move on!

Here's the camera.

Hurry! Go!

Let me go, mom!

Gabi!

Good luck is a birdie,

so dear but so shy;

so hard to get hold of,

so easy to fly.

Your heart is the bird-cage,

so see that you care,

or you'll find no peace and

no rest anywhere.

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