World of the Dead: The Zombie Diaries

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- Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday, darling!

Whoo-hoo!

- Look at that.

- Happy birthday.

Wow. Wait, wait, wait.

Don't blow them out just yet.

Hon, give me the camera,

and I'll, um, get a shot

- of you and Caitlyn blowing them out.

- OK.

And...

- Oh, my God.

- Good girl.

- Well done.

- Happy birthday.

- All in one go.

- Come on, give it back.

- Don't forget to make your wish.

- I wish for...

You're not supposed

to tell us your wishes.

I wish the lights would come back on.

They will, my darling,

don't worry about that.

I need to go toilet.

OK. Well, quickly then.

You gotta cut this cake.

Hurry up.

Don't go near that front door,

though, OK?

Stay away from that front door.

- I will.

- Good girl.

Look, we can't keep this up,

Tom. She knows something's wrong.

Why don't we take the Land Rover

to the village?

No. Look, they told us to stay here.

Whatever it is out there,

it's contagious.

I'm sure they'll send someone

when it's all sorted.

And we've got enough stuff here

to be getting on with anyway.

It'll be fine, honestly.

I'm not... I'm not sure.

I don't know.

We'll be fine.

Oh, my God. What was that?

I don't know. Let me have a look.

Can you see anything?

It's so dark out there,

I can't see a thing.

Bring that camera with you

so I've got a bit more light.

OK, but be careful.

I think there's something in the river.

What's that?

Caitlyn, just get back in the house,

please, darling? Go on.

Everything's OK.

I'm gonna take a look.

Tom, just get back

inside the house.

It's fine. It's fine.

I'll just take a quick look.

Careful.

- Did you hear that?

- What was it?

I'm not sure.

Tom.

Hold on.

You see anything?

Tom?

Great.

Where is she?

Caitlyn?

Caitie?

Oh no, God, please.

Caitlyn?

Baby, where are you?

Caitlyn?

Oh, God, there...

Thank God, there you are.

Are you all right, darling?

Let me see. Let me see. Are you OK?

- It's OK, sweetheart.

- Mommy...

Just be quiet, OK?

Hug Bunny, hug Bunny close.

Just be quiet.

Oh, God. Shh. Shh.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Just be quiet. Please.

Oh, my God.

Shh, shh...

I'm here, I'm here.

Shh, shh!

- Mom?

- Baby, you have to be so quiet.

Be quiet. Shh, shh.

It's gonna be OK. Shh...

I know, I know. Shh, shh.

My name's Nick Jones.

I'm an army photographer

with the Platoon of the East Anglia

and Fourth Battalion.

Our current location

is a military outpost

in Hertfordshire, United Kingdom.

The tape you just saw was something

we picked up a few weeks ago

whilst we were out on the road.

We've seen some pretty bad stuff

in the past few months,

just like what you saw

with that family.

So it's been about...

...four months since the outbreak,

and we're still alive.

And, uh... that's exactly

what I'm trying to document.

So I'll show you around the place,

introduce you to some of the guys.

We're all TA in the platoon,

so we're all reservists.

To give you an idea, though...

Maddy over there is a truck driver.

Johno is a bloody financial advisor.

At the end of the day,

we're just normal people.

We were on exercise

when this thing took hold.

So we were drafted in by the army

to secure certain areas, which we did.

So, we've seen a lot

of horrible stuff, though.

Really horrible.

And your training, I presume,

must've helped you

and the platoon survive?

Absolutely. But nothing really prepares

you for when it really happens.

You can't plan for this sort of stuff.

So we're just living

day by day at the moment,

trying to help each other out.

Everyone's lost pretty much everyone,

so it's just us.

Are you scared?

We're all afraid.

Anyone who says they're not afraid

is either lying or needs

their f***ing head examined.

Sorry.

Lieutenant Andrews, you're in

command of this platoon and the outpost.

Can you tell us

a bit about where we are?

Well, the entire country's

in utter chaos.

There's no law.

There's just bands of survivors like us.

As you can see,

we've got perimeter fencing,

not fool-proof, though, but stops

those things from getting in.

There's a water supply nearby

and there's limited power

from the generators.

I think you found that useful

for your camera.

- What happened, Corporal?

- We had contact, sir.

One casualty, Private O'Hara.

- Wounded?

- Dead, sir.

It was Hatchworth.

The place is crawling with those things.

Take O'Hara's body to sickbay.

We need to bag him up properly.

Sir.

- Do you mind, Nick?

- He's a bit shaken up, man.

F***in' sick of this sh*t.

It was meant

to be a simple raid.

Into the town,

straight in, straight out, job done.

Now I've got another man dead.

Second in a week.

Sir, I'll be honest with you.

These raids are getting too dangerous.

There were far more

than we've encountered before. O'Hara...

O'Hara f***ed up and got himself killed.

- He was just a kid.

- I don't want to hear it, Maddox.

The boys get one chance out here.

Now it's the same for everyone.

You take your eye off the ball,

this is what happens.

It's only a few klicks from here, sir.

Look, I'd like your input this evening.

Sir.

This is where they brought

the civilians in.

F***ing hell.

Jesus Christ.

Doc.

Damn it. Nurse.

If you want to be useful, Jones,

get the nurse for me.

That all, sir?

Do me a favor and get out of here

with that thing.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. See you out there.

Hey, guys.

What happened at Hatchworth?

It was all f***ed up, mate.

We were loading

our food and supplies from a store

when several of those things came at us.

O'Hara was outside on his own.

Didn't see 'em coming.

No good after you're bitten.

Shot himself before he turned.

- You sure that's what it says?

- Mm-hm.

This part of the message

stays between us.

- I don't want to cause alarm.

- Good.

Jonesy.

- I'm sorry about earlier, Jonesy.

- That's OK.

It's just that... that while in there,

she's not going to last much longer.

Same for most of them.

Had to lock O'Hara's body

in a storeroom till morning.

What a bloody mess.

What about her?

I've had to keep her sedated

and locked up.

Been prone to violent attacks.

Yeah, I can see that.

It looks like you came off worse.

Yeah.

I'll be honest with you.

If she were an animal,

I'd put her down.

There's no specialists left

to give her what she needs.

Just heard word from Corporal Nicholson.

We got contact at the perimeter.

Why are these f***ing gates open?!

Nicholson, are you seeing this?

Sir, I don't know how,

but they breached the compound.

Sh*t. No choice.

We have to engage.

Sir. Engage! Engage!

God damn you, fire!

Help me!

No! F*** no!

Help me!

No!

- Fall back!

- Outflank 'em!

Someone! Help me!

Fall back! Fall back!

Fall back!

Jonesy!

Help. Help.

Turner! Turner!

Jesus. God.

Jones, you all right?

Yeah. Sickbay's f***ed,

everyone's dead.

- We're getting out of here.

- How?

We're taking one of the trucks.

This whole place is compromised now.

We'll get as much weapon

and ammunition as we can.

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