Zmd: Zombies Of Mass Destruction Page #6

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And I'm Frida. Let's go.

Are you infected?

- No.

- No.

I'm standing here in the main square

of the now infamous Port Gamble,

where today at noon, a six-month

quarantine has come to its official end.

Now, although spirits are high

and we've learned much,

many questions remain.

Where is Mustafa and how was he able

to unleash the virus?

Is the virus curable, and most importantly,

could it ever re-emerge?

Even as the Port Gambleites celebrate,

many of their loved ones are being

carefully studied.

And it is hard to step out

from under the shadow

of the infected and the dead.

This is Dan Campbell, live at Port Gamble.

How was that?

I felt a couple of locks of hair move.

Was that just me or...

And most importantly...

- Thank you.

- Thank you. Bye.

- Hey, homos.

- Hey, jihad. Where you been?

Where do you think? Seventh circle of hell.

But I'm happy for you guys. New York, huh?

And unless our apartment's been robbed,

we'll always have a couch

for you to sleep on, okay?

A couch, Tom?

I'm sorry, Frida. You can sleep on the bed.

You saved our f***ing lives. Tom, rude.

Frida, honey, listen.

The customers.

They don't know what the hell this says.

Velma, that's ghormeh sabzi.

Well I know that, Frida, honey.

It's just really not the time to put

Iraqi food on...

All right. You know what, Velma? Just...

If the customers don't wanna eat it,

then they won't order it. Okay, Velma?

Listen, Frida.

You've been cooped up in this place

for quite a while.

Why don't you get out?

Get some sun, get some air.

Guys.

No, I'm... I'm busy. Thanks.

It's your call.

Just, Frida, don't, you know,

get stuck in here or whatever.

- I won't.

- Yeah, and come visit.

All right? East coast.

I wanna see you out there.

I will. I will.

- Thanks, guys.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Call us.

Good afternoon, my fellow Port Gambleites.

Welcome to our first annual

Green Light Day.

Because we can't protect an island

or a country, for that matter,

on peace alone.

We need a stronger police force.

We need a homeland security presence

here, on the island.

Defense begins with you and me.

We must remain armed and vigilant

against any future threat.

We must be ready to report any and all

suspicious behavior.

Yes, we've suffered.

Yes, we've lost good people.

But let us honor their memory

by rising above the ashes of what was.

To forge a stronger Port Gamble,

united and alive.

And so, I invite you to take this first step

with me, as one people,

into the safe, clear waters

of our collective future.

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