The Return of the Living Dead Page #5

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Damn!

They're gonna kill everybody

that comes here.

Watch out,

I'm going to put the board back up.

It's got me!

Get this thing out of here!

Pull her off.

Christ.

Damn, he's dead. Sh*t.

What do we do with this thing?

- Just wait there a second.

- Let's get out of here.

- Where the f*** is he going?

- What are you doing?

Let me take it!

- You can let go of it now.

- Are you crazy?

Look at it. She looks better now.

We got to get out of here.

We got to get the f*** out of here.

Leave it.

What are you doing? Goddamn it!

I don't understand what you want with it.

- What are we doing with it?

- I want to examine it.

- You make sure it's tied right.

- It's being tied right.

- It's not gonna get loose, right?

- No, it's not gonna get loose.

They're no stronger than humans.

- Don't be afraid.

- I'll bust it in the damn head.

You sure that thing's tied good?

- You can hear me?

- Yes.

Why do you eat people?

Not people, brains.

- Brains only?

- Yes.

- Why?

- The pain.

- What about the pain?

- The pain of being dead.

It hurts to be dead.

I can feel myself rot.

Eating brains...

how does that make you feel?

It makes the pain...

go away.

Look, man, f*** this.

I got to talk to you. Now.

Come on, I got to talk. We got to talk.

Let's talk out in the hall.

Look, how can we kill those things?

You don't.

What do you mean, "you don't"?

You can't kill them, they're already dead.

They're not living creatures,

they're animated.

You can chop them up into pieces,

they'll still come after you.

All you can do is burn them.

You got to reduce them to ashes,

so there's nothing left to come after you.

How you gonna burn all those things?

- There's 100 of those f***ers.

- That is the question.

We have a 10-32 from EMS.

Two, repeat, two paramedic vehicles

missing in the East Piedmont district.

Request a 10-51, Code 3.

Available units near the 20,000 block

of East Central, please respond, over.

Do you think they'll rescue us?

They better. That's all I got to say.

But do you think they will?

Chuck?

I never did like you.

Oh, my God, hold me tight.

I think it would be a lot wiser

if we contained Frank and Freddy.

- You know what I'm saying?

- What do you mean, "contained"?

Lock them up, so if they started

acting funny, they wouldn't hurt anybody.

They don't want to hurt anybody.

You bastard!

Why don't you lock yourselves up?

We're not proposing doing

anything to them, for Christ's sake.

We want to lock them up so we can

figure out how to get the hell out of here.

Tina, that really is a good idea.

- Where can we put them?

- Yeah, well, the chapel.

All right, help me with Frank, please.

- Lift his feet.

- Come on.

On the rug.

Lay them on the carpet, gently.

Easy.

Easy. It's all right. Can you hear me?

Boy, he's gone.

Freddy.

Let's just leave them and get out.

- I'm not leaving Freddy.

- We got to lock the door, you know?

I'm staying.

Okay. Come on.

Dispatch. This is Bravo 751.

We're at the mortuary.

We see two, that is two, paramedic

vehicles parked in the rear parking lot.

The doors on one vehicle are hanging open.

Stand by while we investigate. Over.

I got a man down.

Jesus!

Hold it right there!

Freeze or I'll blow

your f***ing brains out!

This place...

Everybody that comes in...

gets swallowed up.

Send more cops.

What do we do?

Stand here,

beating our meat till the corpses bust in?

We can't stop them. We got to get out.

We got to get to the cars.

- There's corpses all over the cars.

- I know.

What are you proposing?

What am I proposing?

I think we all should do some proposing.

The crawlspace in the ceiling.

We could go up, barricade ourselves in.

Only way up is the hatch,

and we could nail that shut.

You must be out of your mind.

I'm not barricading myself in no roof.

I'd rather take my chances with the cars.

We need a way to fight them.

How about this?

What is that?

It's nitric acid.

Pretty much destroy anything.

But there's not enough of it.

It hurts!

- It hurts more than you can imagine.

- I know.

Freddy!

I can finally see...

the one thing...

that can relieve this horrible suffering.

What?

Live brains!

Get the girl!

Run!

Put her on the couch.

They got Freddy.

It was horrible, ugly, man.

His face was all f***ed up.

He's not Freddy.

Brains.

Make her shut up.

Brains.

Sh*t, he's trying to get out.

Get a bench, come on.

Out of the way!

Bring it against it. It's all right.

- I can't.

- Yes, you can. Get up!

We can't stay here.

It's gonna bust through the door.

We got to run for the cars.

There's zombies all over the cars.

Got to fight our way through them,

there's no other way.

Once we're in the car and moving,

I think we'll be all right.

That's a big f***ing "if," man.

I can't walk, much less run.

How bad is your foot?

It's broke.

We get one of the cars,

bring it near the door.

Police car. It should still have

the keys in the ignition.

The motor is still running.

- Good. I'll drive.

- No, I'll drive.

F*** you.

When we drive up here,

I don't want to hang out there long.

You stand right here.

Put one hand here and another here.

When I say "now," you open the door fast.

The minute we're through,

you slam it hard and lock it.

Get your ass over here at the door.

Burt...

That favor that you owe me.

Watch your ass out there.

All right, stand by.

Now!

You got to get closer. They can't make it.

- We got to split.

- No, we can't split.

They left us, those jerks!

They had to.

Burt will send help.

I know him.

They left us.

- What are you doing? We can't leave.

- They'd have turned the car over.

We'll send help.

- Those are my f***ing friends back there.

- I said we'll send help.

- Coward!

- F*** you!

Hang on, here we go!

- What the f*** are we gonna do now?

- Find a phone, call the cops.

- What the f***?

- Jesus H. Christ!

Sh*t!

Back to the warehouse!

This way, you stupid honky!

That's Spider.

- Where is everybody?

- I don't know.

- Who's he?

- He owns this place.

That f***ing car is totaled.

That's all right.

My car is still out there. So is Frank's.

Not anymore.

Tina!

Where are you?

Forgive me.

Ground, this is Air 4, we got

a bad situation. We got officers down.

We have just witnessed

ground units attacked.

Helicopter!

Attention. This is the police.

This area is under police blockade.

All persons within this area wishing

to surrender should make their way...

to the perimeter at once.

Jesus.

It sounds like the sh*t's

hitting the fan out there.

- We got to let them know we're here.

- You better believe it.

Hey, mister!

Don't go in there.

There's a thing in there.

It ripped out the phone.

There's another in the basement.

The basement's f***ed!

You know what's in there?

- What do you mean?

- One of those corpses.

A real ugly one, all black and slimy.

I don't care what's in the basement,

we got to get to that phone.

Blinding them seems to work okay,

doesn't it?

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