World War Z Page #4

(SCREECHING)

Fassbach! Wait!

(GUNSHOT FIRED)

GERRY:
Damn it.

SEAL COMMANDER:
Move back!

SPEKE:
Friendly! Friendly!

Keep it down. Keep it down.

What is this? What happened to him?

He slipped. He's dead.

Come on! Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

(SIGHS)

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

SPEKE:
Okay, I'm good!

- Who was it? Who fell?

- LINCOLN:
Skilken.

- Hold! Clear.

- Hold.

SPEKE:
I want an ammo count,

then you reload your mags!

RANGER:
Yes, sir!

My boy who just died out there was 23.

He was 23.

You want to tell me why?

Because the guy who just shot

himself, he's a doctor, a virologist.

What are you talking about?

GERRY:
He was supposed

to be our best hope.

Well, he's not our best hope anymore.

Hey.

That guy volunteered to come here.

He didn't have to, you know.

None of them did.

We're still trying to figure out

what the hell this thing is.

Well, sh*t happens.

The doctor would have

strongly agreed with you.

How do we go about refueling?

When I say so. And very carefully.

The noise, are they drawn to it?

Yeah. Sound draws them.

Body shots only seem

to slow them down.

Head shots do the trick,

but just to be safe

we tend to burn them when we can.

- You fought any Zeke yet?

- GERRY:
Yeah.

- SPEKE:
Where?

- Philly. Newark.

Bad?

- What about Houston?

- St. Louis?

- Baltimore?

- MALE RANGER:
Atlanta?

FEMALE RANGER:
Detroit?

Guys, I'll be honest with you,

I don't know of any place back

home that's doing very well.

All right...

If the other guy was a virologist,

what do you do?

There was a memo

sent from this installation 11 days ago.

It had the word "zombie" in it.

Do you know anything about it?

Yeah.

It was an email, not a memo.

Pretty obvious

nobody back home bothered to read it.

Now, there's 15, 16 guys in this room.

Most of them guards.

But all of them were bitten

trying to get this man

handcuffed to the cot.

Now, our colonel

said he was the first one.

This colonel, is he around?

Oh, yeah. He's right here.

The guy who's shackled, do you know

who bit him, what bit him?

SPEKE:
He was the base doctor.

He'd just returned from the field.

He'd been sent out

to verify the death of a soldier

who had just gone AWOL

the week before.

Some villagers had found this guy

foaming at the mouth,

oozing some kind of black tar.

Then he tried to bite one of them.

They shot him, tied him up,

threw him in a barn.

(MUMBLES)

- (SNARLS)

- (DOCTOR SCREAMS)

That's all we know, except the doctor

comes back here

and begins attacking his patients.

GERRY:
This soldier,

do you know where he came from?

No.

GERRY:
Anyone he might

have come in contact with?

No.

There's got to be records.

SPEKE:
You are welcome

to take a look if you want.

GERRY:
Then the origin could

have come from anywhere.

It's a shame you had to fly

all the way out here to figure that out.

How did you all escape this?

The expenditure of ammunition.

Is that how you tweaked your leg?

No, sh*t's been bugging me a while.

This prick stands right in the mix,

while seven or eight of them

turn Zeke all at the same time.

But they got no time

for Ol' Dirty Bastard here.

Biting everything like fat kids love Twix.

Got no time for his lucky ass.

Ain't it obvious I'm charmed?

The ones I saw bitten

turned in 12 seconds. Same here?

Five or 10 minutes.

Yeah, Davidson went

and he turned in 10 minutes.

"Stevie?

"Captain Spekes! Oh, my God!

My God! My God! Are they eating me?"

Who's that?

Waste no time on that freak.

SPEKE:
He's C.I.A.

Got caught selling guns to North Korea.

Davidson,

he turned in 10 minutes.

That doesn't sound viral

to me at all, sports fans!

You're with the C.I.A.?

But they're not with me.

And who are you?

U.N.

Oh, my God!

(CHUCKLING)

Captain, put on the World Music!

The day

is saved!

Why'd you sell guns to the North?

Why not?

GERRY:
Are they surviving this?

Indeed they are.

Using your guns.

Guns are half-measures.

How then?

All right.

They took away

the Zekes' exponential power.

They pulled the teeth of all 23 million

in less than 24 hours.

The greatest feat

of social engineering in history.

It's brilliant.

No teeth,

no bite.

No great spread.

Bullshit.

BURT:
More books,

fewer receptions, Boutros Boutros.

Now, why do you have to burn them

to ashes to get them to finally stop?

Why do they move like a plague?

Why is Israel winning?

How is Israel winning?

They sealed off their entire country

days before the undead attacked man.

First to know,

first to act.

GERRY:
People have been

building walls there for two millennia.

Mmm. Right. Yeah, but,

(CHUCKLING) finish all those

thousands of years of work a week ago?

Impeccable timing is all.

You want answers?

Jurgen Warmbrunn.

That's the man

in Jerusalem you want to see.

You ever seen anything like that?

Hell, no.

We're going to Jerusalem.

I'm your co-pilot.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oh, hang on.

Hang on. Hang on a minute.

- Hello?

- (STATIC)

Gerry?

- Honey?

- Gerry, can you hear me?

Karin?

Hello?

(STATIC)

- God damn it!

- (DISCONNECTS)

SPEKE:
Give me your hand.

No way. No.

My mother. Dallas.

Probably pacing a hole in the floor

right now if she's still there.

Better chance of you seeing

her before me, that's all.

It's a big plane. We got a lot of room.

Better the devil you know

than the one you don't.

You'll be all right.

Just pedal your ass off.

Make sure Maverick here keeps

the nose of that plane

pointed towards the sun.

Just remember, don't lock

the bowser's fuel line to the inlet.

Tell me 10 more times.

- You good?

- SEAL COMMANDER: Right here.

All right. Don't rush.

We've got one chance

to fuel their plane, so let's do it right.

If you ain't a crack shot,

don't aim for the head,

just get Zeke on the ground.

Remember, "Spine's divine,

those knees they work just fine!"

Let's go, lights out!

ALPHA TEAM LEADER:

Alpha in position.

BRAVO TEAM LEADER:

Bravo moving out.

SPEKE:
Remember, these things

are drawn to sound.

So I need you close to target

before I bring you the truck.

Now there's only one way

we're getting you on that plane,

and that's quietly.

- (PHONE RINGING)

- Sh*t!

SEAL COMMANDER:
God damn it!

Shut that thing off!

- (SNARLING)

- (YELPS)

ELLIS:
Looks like we just woke the dead.

(GUNSHOTS FIRED)

SPEKE:
Out of respect for others,

please turn off all pagers

and cell phones.

- (BEEPS)

- (SNARLS)

We got to move.

We've got to get out of here, let's move!

Go, go, go!

(PANTING)

SPEKE:
Whoo!

I'm gonna clear a path through Zeke!

You pedal like hell!

Come on, boys,

I need head shots! Tap 'em out!

I want to see some Zeke on the ground!

(GUNSHOT FIRED)

(PANTING)

(ZOMBIES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

SPEKE:
You're kidding me.

I'm a God damn Zeke.

I got you, Captain. Just say the word.

SPEKE:
It's all right, boys.

I got this one.

(GUNSHOT FIRED)

- God damn it.

- PILOT:
We got enough!

We need to detach the fuel line!

Israel better pay off.

All right, I have instrument,

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