Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #2

There's f***ing zombies

everywhere.

Yeah, okay.

How do we get in?

Alright. Let them

get close to ya

then run around 'em.

Okay.

Just make sure

that door comes up.

Run ya bastards!

Nice shootin', mate.

Thanks, mate.

There's a lot of good sh*t

in here we can use, ay?

What's that, mate?

That Hilux out in the front.

Which one of you...

That Hilux ain't goin' nowhere.

Yeah? Why's that?

You drove from the city, right?

- Right.

- Where's your car?

Broke down.

Engine trouble?

Yeah, right.

I need to show

you boys somethin'.

Petrol. Metho.

Kero.

Right?

Last time I checked they were

flammable liquids, weren't they?

How old's that stuff?

Brand spanking new, mate.

We bought it last week.

So your car just stopped, ay?

I guess that would explain it.

What the f***!

Who's that?

That's Neville.

Oh!

That's f***ing rank.

He's farting out of his mouth.

Weird, eh?

Oh, f*** him.

Night, Neville.

- Whoa! Sh*t!

- What the f***ing f***?

The blood is flammable!

Oi, wake up, Neville.

Come on.

We need petrol, right?

- Right.

- Wrong. We need fuel.

There's no way that could work.

There's one way to find out.

Let's get him out of there.

Alright, Kel,

give it a crank now.

Oh, f***!

Come on!

You beauty.

Good on ya, Neville.

If we can get that truck inside,

we can definitely hook him up.

Drive the f*** out of here.

That's gonna be

a mission but, eh?

And it's doable.

We need to armor up.

Big time.

F*** ya.

They're goin' for it!

Ready?

- Born ready.

- Alright. Let's do this.

Come on you f***in' zombies!

I'm out!

Same!

F***! It bit it off! That

thing bit me f***ing nose off!

Frankie, how does it look, mate?

Is me nose gone?

Is it bit off? Tell me, Frankie.

Yeah, there's not much

nose left, mate.

Kel!

- What is it?

- Your f***in' eyes, mate!

What... what about me f***in'

eyes, Frankie? What's up with 'em?

Move out of the way, Frank.

Wait! Wait!

What're you f***in' doing?

- He's gonna turn any second.

- He's a mate!

Get some f***ing rope, Frank!

This is bullshit.

What the f*** is that?

Well, this my friend,

is a gas-powered harpoon.

I built it for a mate,

so he can hunt sharks in Perth.

Is that thing legal?

Don't be stupid.

Does it work?

I'd move out of the way

if I were you.

F*** me! Bull's eye!

Once that door goes up,

that's it. We're on our way.

Has everyone got

everything they need?

Yep.

- Ready as we're gonna be.

- Righto.

Wait a minute!

Frank?

Yeah, mate?

Did you turn the stove off?

Right.

Let it rip, Benny.

Hey!

What the f*** do you think

you're doing?

He f***ing kicked me

in the balls!

Get him up on the wall and

get out of my lab, you moron!

You call me a moron again,

I'll f***ing drop ya.

By which you'll be demonstrating

your superior intellect.

Good comeback!

These people!

Honestly!

Oi!

Should we stop for petrol?

I need to piss.

I need to piss.

You're gonna have to wait, mate.

Barry..

That means pull the truck over

so I can urinate.

Can't you hold on?

We're nearly there.

Just be quick.

Mate, take the rifle.

Frank, I'm just taking

a piss, mate.

Take the f***in' rifle.

F***.

I can't hold the rifle

and my massive cock

at the same time, Frank.

But if you want to come out and hold

one of 'em, I'll be flattered mate!

F*** off!

Come on, Benny. Hurry up.

Don't pressure me, Barry.

It's getting dark out here.

Whoa.

Hurry up, Benny.

What the f***!

Get back in the truck,

you f***ing idiot!

So what did you learn?

- Never get out of the truck!

- Let's get out of here.

Are you, uh, gonna put

your cock away first?

No!

Alright.

Oh, you're f***ing joking!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

They're not making any gas.

He's empty you reckon?

Nah, he's not empty.

Have a look at him.

Last night was Neville

breathing the gas?

Nah, that only really

started up this morning.

It's getting dark, ay.

Yeah.

They stop breathing

the gas at night.

That's why they're faster.

They're using it themselves.

We're f***ed!

Boys! Get in

the f***ing truck!

Get in the truck, Frank.

Get in the truck.

Get your helmets on.

Oh. F*** me!

It's gonna be a long night.

What do ya reckon, Frank?

This is the worst f***in'

nightmare of your life or what?

No f***in' way, mate.

What the f***

could be worse than this?

About 15 years ago

the doctor told me my son

had brain cancer.

He was only 7-years-old.

Talk about shitting yourself.

He died in my arms.

That was way worse than this.

This is f***in' nothin'.

Sorry to hear about that, Frank.

Yeah, well.

These things happen, ay.

Baz?

So what I've been

wondering is...

How come we're not like them?

How come we never turned?

Wyrmwood.

What?

You never read the Bible?

Nah, man.

I don't read that sh*t.

In Revelations

when the third angel

blows his trumpet.

A star called Wyrmwood

falls to the Earth

bringing a disease that kills

a fuckload of people.

That's pretty much the beginning

of the end Biblically speaking.

When I seen those

meteor showers last night..

And then in the morning all these dead

bastards come running outta the bushes

I figured we were pretty deep into

that final judgment, you know?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

When the end comes

all the good folks go upstairs, and

all the bad folks go downstairs

and there's a bunch of poor

bastards left in the middle.

What happens to them?

They undergo a trial by fire.

They get tested by God.

So you reckon

we're being tested right now?

Yeah.

I reckon we are.

I f***ing hate tests.

I'm gonna try

and get some sleep.

If one of them bastards gets in here

and kills me, wake us up, will you?

Aah! What the f***...

what the f***'s going on?

- F***!

- Is that fire?

- What happened?

- I don't know.

I shot one of them in the face

and the f***er lit up.

What?

What did you do that for?

- F***. - If that fire reaches

the compressor, we're stuffed.

You think

I don't know that, Frank?

- I'm going up there.

- No, you're f***ing not.

There's a shitload of them

things out there, mate.

What else am I gonna do?

Look, I'm gonna go out there

and put the fire out.

F*** those things!

Take the helmet.

Put it on.

Let's do this.

F*** you!

You ugly f***ers!

Barry!

What the f***'s going on?

F***.

Barry!

Ah!

Lock it!

F***!

Frank, did it bite you?

Frank! Did it bite you, mate?

- The medical box.

- Ay?

The f***ing...

The f***ing medical box

at your feet!

Oh.

You want some bandages?

Open it.

Oh, beers.

- You want a beer, Frank?

- What do you f***ing reckon?

Take a drink.

Take a f***ing drink!

Gimme some.

I can't do it.

I'm Catholic. I can't do it.

Come on, mate!

It's okay.

It's alright.

I've had a good life.

Just make sure

you do it

while I'm still me, yep.

I'm really sorry, mate.

F***ing do it!

Mind if I finish this?

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, f*** man.

F*** off, meathead.

Oh, I think I'm gonna spew.

I've got a pounding hangover.

Oh, nice one.

Gimme a hand with Frank.

Come on.

Nice one!

Let's get

the f*** out of here, ay!

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