The Rezort Page #2

[man] They got nothing like this

in Hong Kong.

Need some assistance with your weapon,

ma'am?

We're good, thanks.

Do you have weapons experience, sir?

Uh, yes, in the war.

OK, well, you're still here,

so that's good enough for me.

You OK?

- Shall we do this together?

-Yeah.

Take it by the grip.

It's just about breathing.

And concentrating.

OK.

Breathe in. And out. And squeeze.

-And again.

-OK.

[gunfire in background]

It's actually pretty cool.

Warrior princess.

[electronic music plays]

[low chatter]

What?

Nothing.

You look happy.

Maybe I am.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the world-famous Rezort.

As our new guests, we'd like

to extend a very personal welcome to you.

So, please show your appreciation for the

visionary mind behind our island paradise.

Valerie Wilton!

[cheering]

Two billion dead.

The world in ruin.

The chromosyn pandemic

gave each of us a story.

Those stories led us all to this island.

In a world rebuilt, a world reborn...

...I created the Rezort

to make your fantasies come true.

We are here to offer you a holiday

like no other...

A killer. Sand, sun, sea and slaughter...

[Valerie continues indistinctly]

So, why are you here?

-Vengeance, baby, vengeance!

-To kill those fucks! Come on!

[shouting and cheering]

We know exactly why you are here.

[growls]

Huh? Feel good?

Now you're talking my language.

Whoa!

[cheering]

[Valerie] Ladies and gentlemen, the undead

have had their fun, now it's your turn.

At the Rezort, we firmly believe that

every apocalypse deserves an after party.

[music plays, growling]

[indistinct]

[growl fades]

I f***ing love this place!

Whoa!

[distant growl]

For a quirky, fun time,

please enjoy our...

It's unacceptable.

I am not paying those sort of prices.

-Try again.

-I am not sure this is going to work.

-It's probably nothing.

-We don't know.

Maybe we should tell her...

or you should tell her.

-She likes you.

-You found it.

And you would too, hours ago, if you had

done your systems, which you never do.

OK, OK, let's just get through today.

I'll clean the system overnight.

She'll never know. OK?

Just keep going through, people.

Keep going all the way through, please.

Thank you very much.

Just keep coming. Straight through.

[Jack] Whoa! Yeah!

[beeping]

Mikey, who you got today?

A bunch of dick-swinging investment types.

Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll shoot

themselves, huh?

[laughter]

Your pre-selected weapons

are waiting for you.

Your appointed guide

will take you to your vehicles.

Whoa! Easy there, tiny.

This is reserved for grown-ups.

Reserved for fucktards, more like!

Step this way.

'Sup?

F***, yeah.

-Archer.

-Yeah.

Actually, you sit...

Hey, wherever you like.

OK, so, my name is Tom Nevins.

I'll be your guide this weekend.

We are good to go.

So if everyone has visited

their respective

little girls' or little boys' room,

let's go have some fun, yeah?

Right, let's begin.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your adventure starts in five...

four.. three...

Gates opening. Park is live.

-It's all for show.

-Oh, it's f***ing on, boy!

All guest vehicles away.

Locked and secured.

[beeping]

[alarm]

[beeping continues]

-[beeping stops]

-All good.

Locked and secure.

What's causing that?

System's been laggy this morning.

I think it's OK now.

I don't pay you to think, Salva.

I pay you to know. Fix it.

You'll have seen fences that divide

areas of the park.

That's just to keep them

from herding too much.

Once we are inside those boundaries,

then we are on our own.

[Jack] Awesome!

OK, we really should go over

some health and safety.

So, rule number one, bites not blood.

[Jack] Remember the time

you went to school, yeah?

Chromosyndrome-A is passed

through saliva so beware of teeth.

-You know rule number two?

-Fresher they are, the faster they are.

Yes, but since all of our shufflers

date back to the war,

that doesn't really matter out here.

-Rule number three--

-Three.

If you don't shoot them in the head,

you are pretty much dead.

What do you think we are? Newbs?

[Tom] On the left, you can see some of

our other guests at their shooting spot.

[machine-gunfire]

[whooping]

[growl]

Whoa! Yeah!

Not bad shooting.

Don't want to make you look bad, guys.

Let me show you how it's done.

All right, all right.

[yells in Chinese]

Finger on the trigger.

[inhales]

You're up.

[ Keep Your Hands To Yourself

by the Georgia Satellites]

Let them have it!

F***ing die!

[bored] Yup... You show 'em, boys...

Hey, man. Yeah.

OK, take your time, relax.

Just remember everything

you were shown on the range.

All right, easy, boys.

I didn't realise there would be so many.

[distant groaning]

Yeah, buddy.

Enjoy. Rifle, miss?

-Um, no, I am good for now, thanks.

-All right.

[groaning]

[gunfire]

That's shameful. Allow me, yeah?

[yells]

What?

[yells]

You ready?

You go first.

[sighs]

Got one?

-Yep.

-OK, now remember.

Breathe in... And when you're ready...

...squeeze and fire.

I know you can do it, Mel.

Yeah, just... give me a sec.

-Just squeeze the trigger. You can do it.

-Yeah.

Mel?

She looked at me.

-Sorry.

-No, no, don't be sorry.

[shots continue]

Yo!

All it takes is a little TLC.

Gentle touch always does the trick.

Is it the same problem as before?

We don't know yet.

This might take a while.

What are you doing tonight?

Tate, run full diagnostics.

[sighs] I'll get on to it right away.

This is us, folks.

Your room for a night under the stars.

Then his head was like, boom!

Seriously, I want to marry this place

and have its beautiful babies.

I think this is a bad idea.

Coming all this way

and spending that money.

[she sighs]

I couldn't do it. She looked at me.

[he sighs]

Let's give it a chance.

It'll be good, I promise.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Yep.

You didn't feel like shooting.

Well, my fianc... well, my ex-fianc,

it was more his kind of thing.

It really is beautiful here,

though, right?

Sure.

Sorry about your fianc.

Yeah, sucks to be him.

We won a tournament, me and Alfie.

The prize was to come here.

We play Genocide.

It's an online shooter.

I mean, there's a campaign,

but it sucks, so...

You've heard of it.

No.

Huh? Really?

It's kind of a big deal.

Our team name is Smashed Up.

-Boom!

-Wow...

-Great name.

-Yeah, I came up with it.

-No, you didn't.

-Sorry, how old are you?

Ha!

That went pretty well!

[knocking]

-What is it?

-I traced the lags.

There was an unauthorised access

of the system late last night.

Why am I just hearing about this now,

Salva?

Who was it?

Somebody swiped through reception five

minutes before but with no ID attached.

-No idea how they did that.

-They downloaded a ton of data.

-But they left something behind.

-Get Security in here right now.

[beeping]

-I lost readings everywhere.

-Are the fences done?

-I'll take over.

-I don't know.

-Salva?

-The system is not responding.

-Not letting me override.

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