Night of the Living Dead 3D: Re-Animation Page #4

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I guess I'm what some people call ...

- ... procrastinator.

- Right.

Anyway, come on over here.

What the ...

... f*** is this?

Bobby Kimball.

Why is he up there like that?

Bobby's special.

Like the son I never had.

Worked with me here for years.

When the time came, I was

going to give everything to him.

But that all got shot to sh*t when

he got torn in half by an 18 wheeler.

Like you see him now.

But ...

Why is he tied up like that?

When the others

came back, I figured ...

Maybe if I tied him up,

I can control him.

- If he came back.

- Gerald, he's dead.

Back from the dead.

See when they come back,

they come back real slow.

- Slow?

- Umm.

So slow, you can hardly notice it.

I thought I was going crazy.

And the I borrowed that

video cam of my girl DyeAnne.

Recorded all night.

But the taping didn't see nothing.

No movement.

It wasn't until I accidentally

hit the fast forward button,

that I saw one of them move.

So I had time to deal with

my little corpse problem.

I just had to keep an eye on

things, get them under control.

Late at night, I fired up the

chainsaw and de-animate them.

Gerald, that sounds like a good creepy

story but you have to listen to yourself.

You sound like a crazy person.

And frankly all I see here ...

are a bunch of mutilated bodies,

that should have been burned

or buried a long time ago.

God damn it! I show you all this

and you f***ing don't believe me.

Oh Gerald.

Pick up the camera right over

there. Come on, I'll show you.

Battery is dead.

We'll go to my office.

I got more tapes in there.

No, no, no. No!

I'm done.

I've had quite enough!

It's been a long night.

I'm going to my motel.

Your shotgun.

Jesus, Gerald!

Sh*t! Never a god damned

zombie around when you need one.

Junior! Are you in here?

Junior? Junior?

- Aunt Lou?

- Oh, Lord! What a stink!

What are you doing here so late,

dear? You shouldn't be in here.

I forgot my purse. I was on

the way back from the casino.

I drove all the way out there for

nothing. Can you imagine that?

So anyway, I came back, and I

thought I heard voices in here so I ...

Junior ...

What's going on in here?

All these bodies like ...

Aunt Lou!

Aunt Lou!

Oh, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry.

Now, come on here.

Come on.

Come on, dear.

We gonna take care

of you over here, well.

We'll set you down

on the old couch.

Ah, you gonna be good as new.

Lay on down here.

There you go

- Now, feeling better?

- Oh, Junior.

I don't understand Junior.

I have bit real bad.

What was that thing?

Was this something like

some sort of crazy person?

Shouldn't we be going to a hospital?

Why aren't we going to a hospital?

I can't take you to a hospital Lou.

I'm pretty sure they couldn't

do anything for you anyway.

And I sure as hell know

they wouldn't understand.

What understand?

Are you saying that

the thing killed me?

Just lay your head back now.

Close your eyes.

Rest.

I'll be back in a while.

Then everything'll be ...

just he way it's supposed to be.

You get some rest now, Lou.

Why is this all happening now, Dad?

I tried to do everything

just like you wanted.

Aunt Lou?

- Up here.

- Gotcha.

Oh, my. This is where you

bring the deceased, Dee Dee?

I told you it's DyeAnne.

Well, I have to tell you, I'm not a

big fan of being around the dead.

Now about the living,

making a difference.

But I do want to thank you both

for getting me a giving me a ride

while the limo man

waits for the um ...

Ah, tow truck is the word

that you're looking for.

Do you have a

Purell and a Diet Coke?

- Excuse me, a Diet Coke?

- Let me go check.

Thanks honey, you're a sweetie.

And a bendy straw.

Oh, my God! There's

something wrong with Aunt Lou!

What's happening?

Oh, f***!

Sh*t!

Oh, no, no.

F***. F*** that!

- Somebody help her!

- Come with me. Here.

F*** that!

God. What is she doing?

What the hell's wrong with her?

She looks like she's f***ing dead.

- I don't know!

- Hey, hey, hey, get the f*** back!

We've got to stop her!

Russell! Here, use this!

- Be careful!

- You be careful.

I'm a little busy right now!

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- What the f***?

Oh, why the heck would that

crazy lady in there attack me?

Everybody likes me.

Aunt Lou?

No idea.

It almost like seeing

a movie of zombie.

I mean that's what they look like.

Well, I don't get it, DyeAnne,

watch those kind of movies.

Too morbid.

Well, I'm kind of like, dizzy there.

In the movies,

they are like animals, yes?

And they could eat brains.

I'm sorry, what did you say there?

About what the ghouls crave?

Brains.

Brains?

Oh!

- Oh, god.

- Oh, Christ, DyeAnne!

- What the hell is happening?

- I don't see her anywhere.

Crazy b*tch killed her.

Look, I don't know

what's going on but

we need to find her and

we need to lock her up.

The crematorium. I have the keys.

It's got the strongest door.

Whatever it is we can put it in there.

That'll be the safest places. I've got

to put a bunch of stiffs in there.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Come on!

It was meant to be.

When he came back, I knew.

You ...

You ... dug Dad up?

Daddy came back fast

after I gave him the taste.

Faster than the others.

Some of them took days.

You see, I knew there was a reason

I wasn't supposed to burn them.

He had it in his will to be

cremated, but I didn't do it.

I brought him up here to be with me.

And now he's back.

You dug dad up

and you gave him some of

that fluid from the bank?

Life's blood.

- Dad, it's Harold.

- I wouldn't get too close.

Gerald ...

I didn't before,

but I believe you now.

- Seeing is believing, Harold.

- But it doesn't solve your problem!

What are you going to do with

all the others at the mortuary?

This is serious, Gerald.

People are in danger. What

about Aunt Lou? She's family!

No. She got bitten.

- Pretty sure she's zombiefied by now.

- What?

Gerald!

My, God!

What have you done?

What are we going to do?

I brought daddy back, Harold.

Right now, everything

else is kind of foggy.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Clear heads prevail.

Okay.

I think that we can keep

the authorities out of this

and we won't burn them, Gerald.

But we've got to keep that crematorium

locked. Do you understand me?

Locked and locked tight.

And then ...

We go green.

- What are you talking about, Harold?

Maggots! Maggots, Gerald.

I know where I can get a lot of maggots!

I will help you.

I will help you.

But not for free.

I have to get something in return.

Daddy old briefcase.

And there's $30,000 in there.

That's all I got.

That's a start but it's not enough.

What do you want?

Gerald, what do you know

about tissue harvesting?

Human body is worth $200,000

when it's divided up and sold to

companies who buy human tissue.

Here's the beauty.

You get rid of your problem,

and you go into the tissue

harvesting business with me.

Tissue harvesting?

Yes, the maggots get rid of the

bodies that are too far gone ...

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