Zombie: Dawn Of The Dead Page #2

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Shoot him, man.

Shoot him, man.

Shoot him in the head!

It's one of them!

- Miguelito!

- Shoot him!

- Dios mo... Miguel!

- Hold it!

- Watch the girl!

- Miguel!

Mi vida... Miguelito...

Stand clear, for chrissake, stand clear!

You're in still one piece

in body and soul, boy

You were in Woley's unit.

Wasn't you?

I didn't see nothing.

I didn't see how he died.

You running?

I don't mean because of Woley.

I mean 'cause of all this...

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Man, there's a lot of people runnin' out.

I could run.

I could run rigth tonight.

Friend of mine got this helicopter.

He ask me to come with him.

You think it's right to run?

Seores, please to let me pass.

Let's get him to the medics.

No, no please.

Just let me pass. I go up to

seven floor to find my sister.

Just let me pass.

The people of 107 will do

what you wish now.

Many have died on the streets last week.

In the basement of this building you find them.

I have givem them the last rites.

Now... You do what you will.

You're stronger than us. But sooner

I think they'll be stronger than you.

When the dead walk, seores,

we must stop the killing... Or loose the war.

C'mon open up!

Get in! Get in!

Jesus Christ!

- Hey, you ok down there?

- Yeah

This must be where they

dumped 'em in. Huh?

- You need more men?

- No is all done, man.

Is all been done.

Jesus Christ.

Why did these people keep 'em here?

'Cause they still believe

there's respect in dying.

C'mon, I need you.

I don't see Roger. We'll

give him ten minutes.

Steve!

I know.

Just wait right here.

Just like that. Like in the car.

Just hold her 'til she spits out right at you.

Dispatch come in.

Emergency call to Police Stop.

Hello HQ, this is Police Stop.

Operator's dead. Post abandon.

Steven

- I hope is Roger.

- What are you doing?

I'll be right there.

Just stay cool.

Hello.

C'mon skipper.

They got friends coming.

Who are you?

- We're with J.A.S. We...

- About a minute and a half on the car.

Now wait a minute. We're

just here to refuel.

Those men were already dead.

You were here... You know that.

Hey, you're J.A.S. Traffic Watch.

Steve Andrews.

Right. That's me.

I'm Steve Andrews.

- Yep, no sh*t.

- We got a lot further in this bird, Skipper.

Can't all fit.

How many will that thing hold?

Hey man, I ain't nowhere in nothin'

I can't drive myself!

That's true! Somethin' happens

to him and we'll be stuck!

Stick with the boat!

- We get a lot further in this bird!

- Hey that's a squad car!

It's okay, we're police.

Bullshit, man! Let's

get to the boat!

You're runnin', ain't it?

You and your friends are runnin'

in the J.A.S. Traffic bird.

- What's the problem, officer?

- Caught your friends here stealin' company gasoline.

What do you mean friends?

They know, Rog...

They runnin' to.

Now, it'd be crazy to start shootin'

one at another. Wouldn't it?

Sure would.

You guys are ok?

Who's he?

His name is Peter. He's alright.

C'mon let's hustle.

Hey, you guys. You better move out.

There's a report on the dock bein' knocked out.

Right. Good luck squad!

You sure this'll carry us all?

Little harder on the fuel,

but we'll be ok.

Hey, you got any cigarettes?

Any of you got cigarettes?

No, sorry.

Where do you headed?

Down river... We got an idea maybe we

can make it to the islands.

What islands?

Any islands.

What about you?

Where you headed?

Straight up.

Didn't have any cigarettes!

- How do I have a cigarette?

- I don't know

Hey, any of you got cigarettes?

- How I gonna go to the islands

if I don't have cigarettes?

Any of you leavin' people behind?

An ex-husband.

An ex-wife.

You Peter?

Some brothers.

Those... real brothers?

You know... real brothers

or street brothers?

Both.

How many real ones?

Two.

Two?

One's in jail... The other's a

pro ball player.

But we catch up to each other

once in a while.

Is he your man?

Most of the time, yes.

Just like to know

who everybody is.

Yeah, me too.

Any more water?

You know where we are?

Yeah, I know exactly

where we are.

Harrisburg?

We passed it about an hour ago.

Jesus. It's everywhere.

Still pretty close to Johnston.

Those rednecks are probably

enjoying the whole thing.

- Is that you again?

- My boy...!

- Keep movin'! Keep movin'!

- Hey ya, check it out!

I heard that by

I got a couple extra watches...

Didn't they say when?

Great job. You did a great job!

Keep going, keep going.

Look out! Behind you!

Down! Get out of the way!

There! Behind the white car!

Get the gas tank.

- Sh*t!

- Yeah!

Hey, I got him!

F***, I missed it!

Yeah!

Sh*t! Damn near empty!

I got this one.

There's a lot of private planes

in farm country like this.

I guess they all hit the pumps

and they took off.

Yeah, to where?

Got some here.

- Can you handle that?

- Yeah, I got it.

I'm gonna see what's left

in the hangars.

Bunch of junk!

Steve?

Fran, Run!

Run!

Run!

Roger!

It's all right...

Peter!

Right... F***!

You never aim a gun at anyone, Mr.

Peter, my god!

What are you doin'?

Scary... Isn't it?

Isn't it?

C'mon.

We gotta find fuel.

Maybe closer to Cleveland.

No, we've gotta stay

out of the big cities.

If it's anything like Philly we

might never get out alive.

We might never get out

of any place alive.

- We didn't almost get out of there.

- We're gettin' outta here fine!

As long as there's not too many of

those things we can handle 'em easy.

It wasn't one of "those things"

that nearly blew me away.

We gotta stay in the sticks.

There's bound to be more little

private airports upstate.

There's the locks along the Allgheny.

Fuel stations there.

State. Private.

Those are probably still manned.

We don't need those hassles either.

They're just out after

scavengers and looters.

Oh, you got the papers

for this limousine?

I got J.A.S id.

And so does Fran.

Right! And we're out here

doin' traffic reports.

Wake up, sucker!

We're thieves and we're bad guys!

That's exactly what we are.

We gotta find our own way.

Jesus Christ! We don't even

know where we going

We don't have food. We don't have

water. We don't even have a radio.

Stephen you need to

get some sleep.

What the hell is it?

Looks like a... shopping center.

One of those big indoor lots.

Oh my God!

No chance. Forget it.

Let's get out of here!

Wait a minute. They can't

get up here.

Yeah, I we can't

go down there!

Let's check it out.

Most of the gates are down.

I don't think they can get into the stores.

I haven't seen any of then

up on the second floor.

The big departments stores

usually use both floors.

If we can ge it up top...

Ok.

Guess the power's not off in

this area. Could be nuclear.

What are they doing?

Why do they come here?

Some kind of instinct.

Memory... Of what they

used to do.

This was an important

place in their lives.

Hey... Look at this!

These don't go down to the mall.

What the hell is this?

How do we get down there?

Ok, c'mon Fran, let go.

Well, it's done.

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