Zombie Massacre Page #3

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Take a look at this.

Jesus.

Can't you do

anything about this?

Not only is it welded

to the chassis,

but the primer is

deep inside the engine

and that's linked direct

into the timer.

Any interference by me...

and I could slow,

if not stop the program.

Even to look at

this thing...

could cause a problem.

Hey!

What are you waiting?

Eden...

check the area.

John, if we

can't use this car,

then we need to

find a vehicle

in order to get out of here.

Let's check these warehouses

and see what we can find.

Let's get back to Carter

to show him in full detail

with whom he just

tried to f***.

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( beeping )

General, they're in.

Do they have the situation

under control?

Not exactly, sir.

Look.

Sir, I think we should

send a message...

Don't waste your

energy thinking, Private.

This mission is a success.

Those monsters will just

make things easier.

Pack everything up.

We're leaving.

Yes, sir.

( beeping )

( growling in distance )

Stone, McKellen...

20 incoming, 3:
00!

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- ( gunshot )

- ( growling )

- ( gunshot )

- ( growling )

- ( gunshot )

- ( growling )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot firing in distance )

( snarling )

Come on, come on...

( can clanking )

( growling )

( growling )

Come on...

( snarling )

( gun clicking )

( growling )

( snarling )

( groaning )

( snarling )

( growling )

( snarling )

- ( growling )

- ( gunshot )

( gunshot )

- ( growling )

- ( screaming )

( gunshot )

( panting )

( snarling )

( growling )

( snarling )

( whistling )

( growling )

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#

( floor creaking )

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

steady, chief.

There are more

of them coming.

How much ammo you got?

I got about 12 cartridges

for this piece of sh*t.

That's better than nothing.

Dragan!

Move it,

we're out of here.

Oh, sh*t, Jack.

Look!

What are you

looking at?

Come on.

Decide who's gonna put

a bullet in my head.

Ill do it myself.

I don't want to hurt

your chances of meeting...

my Lord.

Don't make me beg.

Do it now.

My brother.

So many wars.

So many women.

We will fight again.

We will fight...

Forgive me,

my brother.

Forgive me.

We will meet again.

( gunshot )

( breathing heavily )

John, let's move out.

John!

We're not gonna

die here today.

At least not

before Carter does.

If we're gonna make it to base

before the bomb blows up,

we're gonna have to

go through the city.

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John:
We're gonna die

in that city, chief.

And we both know it.

We have to

get a vehicle.

It's the only chance we've

got to get back

to the military base

and get the hell out of here

before the sh*t really

hits the fan.

Granted, that is if

we have a working helicopter

when we get there.

I seriously doubt Carter

hasn't thought about

every single

possible escape route.

Aye.

And I swear, if I come

across the son of a b*tch,

he's gonna have a close

and deep encounter

with my knife.

( beeping )

Sir, you should see this.

You're a dreamer, Stone.

Sir?

What is it, Private?

We just received

a call from the runway.

There's a technical problem

with the blades of our helicopter.

The mechanic has

already left the base.

Damned idiots!

Sir, I alerted the pilot

and he's already

working on it.

He says he can fix it,

he just needs a little time.

Time?!

That's exactly what we don't have,

you stupid fool.

Do you want us to end up

like those things out there?

No, sir,

but I thought...

Then save your excuses

and get the helicopter

fixed,

unless you want to

face a court martial.

Yes, sir.

( beeping )

It's a wee bit classy...

...but I think it'll do.

Of course...

providing the owner's

all right with it.

Well, if that

guy's the owner,

I think he'll be just

fine about it.

Son of a...

( chuckling )

Princess,

you do talk.

The wise only speak

when it's time to speak.

The fool never shuts his

goddamn sewage hole.

Oh, f*** you.

Do you know what?

My lips get

a little bit loose,

especially when

Im nervous.

You must have a very bad case

of chronic nervousness.

All right, kids,

shut up and get in,

we're running

out of time.

Ill drive.

( car doors opening )

If we just

get out of the city,

we might just have

a chance.

And how many of those

ugly bastards

do you think

there are out there

just waiting for us?

There's a lot more of those

than we have ammo for, John.

I like your optimism, chief.

They don't call me

Mr. F***ing Sunshine

for nothing.

These don't need ammo.

See?

No problem.

( engine revving )

( squishing )

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#

( growling )

( growling )

( gunshots )

( growling )

( growling )

Jesus, chief.

This is getting serious.

Hey, Scotty.

A gift for you.

And what am I supposed

to do with this?

( engine revving )

#

( growling )

Luckiest son of a b*tches

Ive ever seen.

It's no wonder

this government

wants to blow this

shithole up.

Going any further without

weapons or ammo is suicide.

Another run-in with a bunch

of those wild creatures

and we're

gonna be joining

their f***ed-up family.

And where are we gonna

find any ammo around here?

Ive got a funny feeling,

chief.

A local gun store,

if there ever was one,

is not gonna be

open today.

Bingo.

( tires screeching )

Okay, chief.

Watch where

you're driving.

#

( growling )

( growling )

Jack:
Get inside!

( gunshots )

John:
Chief!

Who took the smile

off his face?

( growling in distance )

That's definitely

not a rat.

We've got you

covered, chief.

Go get the ammo.

( growling in distance )

( snarling )

Come on, baby.

Where have you been

all my life?

( gagging )

For f***'s sake!

( growling )

Christ...

( growling )

( neck snapping )

Die!

( snarling )

( growling )

( snarling in distance )

( growling )

( gunshots )

#

Who are you?

Open the cell

and Ill tell you.

Im not gonna

ask you twice.

Then we're in a stall,

don't you think?

Im not saying anything

unless you

free me first.

Listen, lady.

In just a little while,

this place is gonna be

like the 4th of July

and that cell is gonna be

the last place you

wanna be.

So for the last time...

who are you?

You know what?

F*** you!

You men are always

all and now, aren't you?

My name is

Samantha Neumann.

Doc Neumann's daughter?

Although I doubt you even

know who Im talking about.

Dr. Herbert Neumann,

toxicologist, immunologist.

Surgeon leader for

Project "K"

for the US Army.

Another brilliant mind

in the bacteriological

warfare.

My father

is not a murderer.

Really?

Jesus Christ.

Okay, are you

letting me out or not?

Hey!

Hey, where are

you going?

A**hole!

I knew it.

A "thank you"

would be nice.

Thank you.

Daddy.

Now if you'd be so kind

as to introduce yourself

and telling me what the hell

is going on here.

Whoa!

( chuckling )

Nice catch, chief.

Hello?

Is anybody gonna bother explaining

to me what's up?

It's a pretty straightforward

f***ed-up situation, babe.

Either we get ourselves

300 miles away from here

or we're gonna look like

those people

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