Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #3

Yeah.

Let's do it.

You gonna say something?

What's there to say?

What was that?

He's safe now.

That crow will come

and take his spirit.

Nice.

Come on, let's go.

You boys military?

Yeah.

You guys know

what's been going on here?

- You fellas A negative

- What?

- 'Course they're f***ing A negative,

Thommo. - What's he talking about?

All we know is there's something

in the air that's changing people.

Anyone with an A negative blood

type is unaffected.

That's obviously you, fellas.

People with any other

blood type..

Not so lucky.

So where are you boys headed?

North.

- We're going to Bulla Bulla.

- Bulla Bulla? Why?

To get his sister.

That's a pretty bad idea. We've

just come from Bulla Bulla.

It's not looking good

there's infected everywhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, fellas!

Alright, look,

we're all friends here, okay?

We got a call from our captain

about 10 minutes ago

and now, he's in a roving unit,

just down the road, okay?

Now, he said, he picked up a

couple of A negative blood types.

Survivors just like you two.

What was your sister's name?

Brooke.

Yeah, right.

I'm pretty sure

one of them was Brooke.

Well, how about I go and radio our

captain and confirm that for you, huh?

Yeah, you do that.

Well, they've definitely

got a Brooke.

Well, I wanna speak

to whoever's on that radio.

Listen, now you hear me out.

Just relax, hop back in your car and

I will take you to your sister.

Just tell me where she is.

Look, mate, I don't even have

time for this sh*t, alright?

There are about a million things

that I have to do right now.

And you boys, you're pretty low

on my priority list.

So hop back in your car,

and you follow me or don't.

You're choice.

Thommo, we're rolling.

Well, what's it gonna be?

We'll follow you.

They seem like nice blokes..

...or not.

- I don't like it.

- Don't like what?

Don't know.

That guy's full of sh*t.

F***.

It's time.

You!

What the f***?

Those lying fucks.

That's Brooke!

Brooke!

Barry?

Oh, sh*t!

Quick!

Jump!

Jump!

Quickly!

- Sh*t!

- They're shooting at us!

Go! Go! Go!

Hold on!

Woo-hoo!

- F***!

- What's that sound?

- Come on!

- What's the problem?

I don't know.

You okay?

What happened back there?

Oh, f*** me dead, Barry!

They blew this joker's head off.

Sh*t.

We need to find a zombie fast.

Zombie? What do

we need a zombie for?

This truck runs on zombies.

No zombies, no truck.

Come on, you dead bastards!

Come and get it!

Where are ya?

You want a zombie?

Yeah.

I'll get you a zombie.

F***!

Brooke, what the f***'s

wrong with your eyes?

Don't shoot him.

Sh*t!

Alright, what the f***

just happened then?

Where do you want him?

Back of the truck.

She can control f***ing zombies!

What?

Come on.

- What are we waiting for?

- We need mask on that thing's mouth.

- What mask?

- The mask! The blue f***ing mask!

Okay. Go!

The joke's on me now, bro.

You okay?

Nah I'm f***ed.

What the f*** are you doing?

Putting pressure on the

wound. It'll stop the bleeding.

Just f***in'

warn me next time, ay?

Sorry.

You're better-looking

than your brother.

So are you.

I'm Brooke.

I know.

I'm Benny.

Thanks for helping

me out back there, Benny.

No problem, darling.

Nice to finally meet ya.

I wish I could say

I'd heard a lot about ya.

But your brother there is

a bit of a tight-lipped bastard.

Yeah.

I guess it runs in the family.

Hey, Barry?

Where's Annie and Megan?

They're dead.

My brother Mulla

he's up there in the trees

laughing at me the bastard.

Barry, we're gonna have

to pull over. Benny's not good.

F***.

Alright, I'm gonna

pull off road.

There you go, mate.

It's a nice day for it.

Oi! I want you

to leave me here, bro.

Don't be stupid.

Listen to me.

Just give me a gun

and plenty of bullets.

I can take care of meself.

I know you can, mate.

There's no bloody way

I'm leavin' you here.

Let's take a look

at this thing, ay?

Sh*t.

You two gotta

keep moving, you know that.

F*** that bullshit.

We're gonna patch you up and

we're all leaving here together.

No, I'm not getting

back in that truck.

Yeah, you are.

Brooke?

Brooky!

Brooke!

You alright?

Oh, God! F*** me! No.

Something's happening to me.

Come here.

I killed them both.

Could you do it for me?

I don't know if I can.

Give me the gun.

Will you hold my hand?

Give me the gun.

Run! Go! Come on fuckheads!

Wakey, wakey.

Call to your sister.

Go f*** yourself!

Thompson.

Rubber bullets.

They pack quite

a punch though, don't they?

You wanna know what

the real one feels like, mate?

The real one

feels like sh*t, Barry.

Call to your sister.

Nah, she'll be right.

Go and get the pliers.

Call to your sister.

F*** you!

F*** me!

You ever seen 'em move that fast

in the daytime before, boss?

McLaughlin.

- Yes, boss.

- Take another nail out.

Stop!

Oh, sh*t.

Put 'em on.

Ah, f*** this sh*t!

Come on!

Leave her alone,

you f***ing bastards.

Shut up, d*ckhead.

Easy, easy.

Sorry about him.

Listen up.

They want us to take the girl's head off

and chuck it in the icebox for later.

F*** yeah.

Actually, boss, I've got

just the thing for this.

- It's over in the truck.

- Go and get it now.

Hey, Benny.

You got those matches

on you mate?

Yeah.

Gimme 'em, ay?

Why?

I'm gonna take us all out.

Ay?

See that compressor up there?

I'm gonna blow it up.

Be like a f***ing

atom bomb went off.

Can we talk about

a possible alternative?

We got no time, mate.

We're dead anyway,

you know that.

I got a better idea.

F***'s sake, what?

I let him up there bite me.

What the f***

are you talking about?

I've got a number 7 killer

boomerang hidden under the truck.

Sharp as f***.

- A boomerang?

- Yeah.

Your sister,

she can control zombies.

Yeah, so?

So, I'll be a zombie.

That bloke she killed

over there..

His gun.

What?

Benny, give me

the f***ing matches. Now.

You want a head taken off?

You use a f***in' sword.

Where the f*** did you get that?

Who cares?

Let's get this done.

F*** yeah, boss.

Leave her alone,

you f***ing bastards.

F***in' touch her...

Benny they're about to chop

my sister's f***ing head off.

Now give me the f***ing matches.

What about my idea?

What about your idea?

You're rambling.

You're not making

any f***ing sense, mate.

I'm rambling, am I?

Give me the

f***ing matches, Benny.

McLaughlin, you help me

hold her down?

Thompson, you're cutting.

With pleasure, boss.

- You want the matches?

- For f***'s sake, now.

Here's the matches.

F***ing wanker.

Come on.

Come here, you bastard.

You're going down, ball buster.

One.

Two.

Three.

Drop the gun or they attack.

No!

No!

No!

No!

You f***ers!

Ah, f***!

I'm guessing you're not

an A negative blood type, mate.

You're done, son.

Just a matter of time.

Well played.

There's more at stake here

than you know, mate.

It's not about you,

or you sister, or your mates.

It's about the survival

of the human f***ing race, mate!

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