Range 15 Page #6

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- It looks like a power plant.

- That's the point.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- F***!

F***, it won't be long now.

- Don't talk like that bro.

- What the f*** do

you want me to say,

that everything's

going to be okay?

I'm gonna live

happily ever after

and you'll come back and f***

me in some convenience store?

- Dude, she's different, bro.

- You know what?

So am I.

- Come on bro,

just take the cure.

- That only leave

us when one left.

- So what, they're

scientists and sh*t.

One is all they need.

- Yeah man, you need to

take it before it spreads.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah brother,

you're changing fast.

We have to administer

it, rectally.

- Uh yeah, it's

crawling up your leg.

Drinking it won't

be fast enough.

- F*** that, I know you mother

f***ers are f***ing with me.

- Baby, I don't want to

lose you, just take it.

- Bro, I'm the medic

man, we got to do this.

- Nick, is this legit?

- I hate to say it

man but I don't think

we have a choice right now.

- You mother f***ers better

not be f***ing with me!

Rocco.

- Brother, you're going to

feel a little bit of pressure.

- Holy sh*t, holy sh*t,

it's f***ing working.

It's f***ing working.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

- Why didn't you

just drink it, fag?

- Gay!

- Oh so gay, bro.

- Get the f*** out...

Are you f***ing kidding.

- You know I love you man.

- Just get the f***ing whiskey.

Everyone spread out,

let's find a way in.

Anybody got anything?

- Nothing here, bro.

- Nothing man.

- I found something special.

- No, he didn't.

I found fat Val Kilmer though.

- Jack, you got anything?

- Nothing.

- Sweet, the colonels

daughter was easier

to enter than range 15.

- To be fair bro,

she had no arms.

- At least my zombie

girl had arms.

- There's no way you're

comparing the two.

- What are we gonna do

about getting in this silo?

- I don't know but you better

hurry up real f***ing fast.

- Why, Elsie?

- Eliza, they're coming.

- Guys, we don't have

the ammo for this.

- Bro, we ain't got

the time for this.

- I'll get us the f***ing time.

- Hey man, I told you.

There's no ammo in there.

- I'm not looking for ammo.

The most important thing

right is getting the whiskey

into the silo.

- Are you sure man?

- The cure is more important

than anyone of our lives, right?

- Jack, you f***ing stupid c*nt.

Guys found the entrance.

Push the f***ing button.

- Everybody, lets

get inside, quick.

F***ing idiot.

- I'm sorry.

- Most people don't get

to decide how they go out.

Today I do.

There's a time to run

and a time to fight

and I ain't no bird dog.

- You must be the brave soldiers

that colonel Holloway sent.

This is the cure?

- It sure is.

- This is the cure?

What is in this sh*t?

- Whiskey mixed with

viper semen, sir.

- Are you kidding me?

- No, it's actually

a funny story.

You see...

- oh, I do love a funny story.

I will try now, I will

see if you full of sh*t.

Which I suspect you are.

Oh you stupid pieces of sh*t.

Get out!

Don't let the door

hit you on the ass.

- The f***, bro?

I've seen this sh*t

work twice already.

- Would it just kill you

guys to pay attention

just once?

- Holy sh*t, what the

f*** just happened?

- I just saved your life.

You see the whiskey is

the primary element needed

to cure zombies but it requires

an adequate delivery system.

Kill cliff is that

delivery system.

It's unique blends of

caffeine and vitamins

creates a covalent bond

shell with the viper semen,

protects it, while it

infiltrates the zombie cells.

I kind of would of

that it been obvious.

- You this man is cured.

Kiwi, come here,

come here, come here.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Davis, get this to the lab.

Have them replicate it

as fast as possible.

- It will be a

pleasure and privilege

and to you gentlemen,

I say bravo.

- Bravo indeed, kiwi.

- It's hard to be excited.

Oh, that's a whole lot of

f***ing freedom right there.

- That's a lot of

hard dick right there.

- God damn right.

- Mat, you're alive.

- Bro, I thought we lost you.

- Not gonna lie, I

thought I was more f***ed

than JT on a low carb diet.

But then, the zombie slaying

dream team showed up.

- There's only a few pairs

of perfect cheekbones

in this world.

It would of been a

shame to lose yours.

- Besides, we let you die,

what were chinny chinny

bang bang and tactical Randy

gonna do?

- It's been a long

couple of days.

- I hate to break up

this little dick dance

but fixed wing assets are

showing a horde of zombies

heading right this way.

Our doors aren't

gonna hold them back.

- F*** it.

You all wanna get nasty?

- F*** yeah!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,

there high speeds,

you're not in proper uniforms.

Oh you're haircut

is way out of rank.

Get your hands out

of your pockets.

Why is your hand wet?

Is that a dick hanging out?

I went to college, I'm not

afraid of running you off...

- smell this.

- Was that your butt hole?

You need to shave.

I expect salutes

next time, gentlemen.

Oh sh*t.

F*** you guys, I'm gonna

save the world all by myself.

Come on, mother

f***ers, bring it on.

- Just in case we all die,

I want you two to know,

huge fan.

I f***ing love you guys.

- Wait, who are these guys?

- They're heroes.

- I'm sorry, heroes of what?

- What the f***?

- Sorry bout your friend.

- Yeah sorry about

your loss and stuff.

Let's all take a

moment of silence

for Beatrice's sacrifice.

- It's Eliza!

- Okay, ready to

kill some zombies?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna miss you,

f***ing stupid whore.

You f***ing annoying b*tch.

God you're so gross.

- I can't stop killing.

- Look up there, on the hill.

- I'll take the girl!

No, no, no.

B*tch.

Not my cucumber, no, no.

- Hey, why don't

we just f***ing shoot em?

- Go home.

- That was easy.

- Oh f***, is that

Randy couture.

- No, it's zombie couture.

- I've got this.

- Unbelievable, we are here

at the sold out range 15 area

and this desert

valley is electric.

- Tim, will you

stop dicking around,

we don't have any time for...

- shirts?

I know.

- Tim Kennedy versus

zombie Randy couture

is a fight that many

people wished for

but never thought

would actually happen.

- One has to wonder

thought how being a zombie

will affect the former champion.

- And that's the question

everyone's asking, Mike

Randy couture's always been

a very cerebral fighter

but with the lack of a fully

functioning frontal lobe,

how will this impact his style?

- I got an idea,

let's do this thing.

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Now, here we go.

- Holy sh*t, I can't

believe this determines

how the f***ing world ends!

Really f***ed up,

like really f***ed up.

- Kennedy appears to

have really been working

on his stand up game, Brian.

He looks very alive out there.

- I see what you

did there, Mike.

- He's rocked, Brian.

Kennedy could lose here

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