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.
- 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 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.
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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