Zombie Massacre Page #4

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from Hiroshima.

No offense.

We'll explain it

to you later.

Right now,

there's no time.

Let's move.

Not a good idea, chief.

( growling )

( beeping )

Call the secretary, now!

Yes, sir,

right away, sir!

( beeping )

( static blaring )

Ah, we're running

out of time, chief.

You're right.

Let's get busy.

Can you shoot?

Im a fast learner.

What?

Come on.

Oh, f***.

This is my

favorite gun.

Let's go.

Come on, princess.

( snarling )

Okay.

Pay attention.

Check the mag,

make sure you're loaded.

Click it back into place.

Check the barrel,

you got one loaded,

safety's off.

Point, you're ready to fire.

Don't hit

the convertible.

Ill be careful.

( gunshots firing )

Why were you in there?

A brawl.

In a bar.

You?

In a brawl?

What's so funny?

Nothing, I just can't see you

in a brawl or a bar.

Yeah, well, that's

'cause you don't know me.

( gunshots )

Im Jack Stone.

You're wounded.

Hang on.

Let me look at this.

Jack.

A regular name

for a regular guy.

You sure don't look like

a regular guy, though.

You don't look like

a regular girl.

Ill take that

as a compliment.

Would you mind telling me

what's going on, Jack?

Sure.

The government wants to

nuke this whole place.

So we brought in

an atomic bomb,

put it in

the nuclear power plant

and it's gonna go off in

about 30 minutes.

You what?

It's the only way

they could be sure that

the virus wouldn't

propagate.

It's not a virus.

- Come again?

- It's not a virus.

It's a cytotoxic toxin

secreted by

a "microbiotic" organism

synthesized in a lab.

My dad is the leader

of the operation.

His studies in immunology

had drawn

the attention of the army,

who has funded

his research

with millions of dollars.

The problem is, my father

wanted to save lives

while they just

wanted to destroy them.

#

( clicking )

( rat squeaking )

( rat squeaking )

Anything to report, Doctor?

Im afraid nothing good,

General.

We succeeded in

controlling the toxin,

but the specimens

are showing

an uncontrollable aggressiveness.

We're experiencing an

irreparable side effect.

The toxin somehow acts on

the cerebral tissues,

destroying any

ability of the specimen

to keep the control over

its own aggression.

It basically acts on

the nervous connectors,

enhancing ferocity at

an exponential level.

Try putting a steroid rat

into this cage

and in a manner of seconds,

- nothing will be left of it.

- ( growling )

These other animals are afraid

of this infected specimen,

so I must

keep it covered.

Not to mention the...

Post mortem physical degeneration.

Explain, Doctor.

Well...

the toxin kills every

organism at a touch

and at our

current stage of research,

our experimental specimens

are nothing more than

walking dead bodies.

Very good, Doctor.

Very good indeed.

Did you not hear what

I just said, General?

Of course I did.

But people

die in wars,

or did you forget that?

Thanks to your discoveries,

Doctor,

we can now say we're

working ahead of schedule.

And this way, we can avoid

the boring procedure

of notifying

the families of the deceased,

am I right?

Im impressed

by your work, Doctor.

You most certainly

are our man.

But now the time has

come to take your research

to the next level.

Soldiers.

#

What the hell do you think

you're doing, Carter?

The infection rate

is extremely high,

and don't forget,

we haven't succeeded

in controlling

the cytotoxin's

reaction to oxygen yet.

Do you have any idea

What would happen

if the substance comes

into contact with the air?

The slightest inattention

and the infection

would spread.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Watch your tongue, Doctor.

Surely you didn't

believe the millions

our government invested

into your research

were unsecured, did you?

We want results,

Neumann,

and you seem

ready to give us some.

Now... proceed.

#

( grunting )

( screaming )

( screaming continues )

Carter, for God's sake.

God?

Don't be stupid, Doctor.

God didn't

create any of this.

You did.

( screaming )

( thundering )

What are you

going to do?

Dr. Neumann:
I don't know, Sam.

I just don't know.

All I know is that I must

put an end to this madness.

I cannot allow that

man to use

my research

the way he wants to.

I just can't.

Yeah, but how, Dad?

( thundering )

It's dangerous.

Listen, Sam.

Get on the first plane out of here,

just leave the country,

go back to the States,

- to your mum's...

- But, Dad...

You don't understand, Sam.

It's my fault.

It's my fault,

and Im the only one that

can do something about it.

I have to do something

about it.

I need you to get as far

away from here as possible.

It's not safe here

anymore.

That madman is

liable to do anything.

Just leave, please!

And don't try

and contact me

for any reason.

Ill stay in touch.

Okay.

( thundering )

Okay.

I know I can't

say anything

to make you

change your mind.

Just... promise me

youll be careful.

I promise.

( thundering )

( cell phone beeping )

( thundering )

#

My father tried to stop

the research at any cost.

( gunshots firing )

But it was already too late.

He'd created

what they wanted.

A deadly weapon.

Sam:
So he secretly synthesized

a vaccine,

certain that,

sooner or later,

it would have been indispensable.

#

#

( growling )

( growling continues )

( subdued growling )

( gun clicking )

So thanks to your father,

that bite mark

didn't turn you

into one of those things.

He injected me

with a vaccine

when he realized

how dangerous

what he was doing was.

I know he's got

a solution

for what's

happening here, too.

My father can stop all this.

He's probably working

at it this very moment.

- Sam.

- Believe me, Jack.

- He can stop it all.

- Sam.

Your father's dead.

#

He killed himself.

It was in the file

General Carter gave me.

man:
Freeze!

Drop the gun!

You don't understand.

I have to do this.

( siren blaring in distance )

Jack:
He probably couldn't accept

the responsibility

for what he caused.

Im sorry.

Chief!

Ive got a good idea!

What's the plan?

You know what

a pile of shite looks like

with flies around it?

( chuckling )

Im gonna create

a big pile of shite.

You're gonna have to

trust me on this one.

( snarling )

( glass shattering )

Go!

( beeping )

( quick beeping )

John:
Have you got

any aspirin, chief?

I think they're gonna need it.

Sam.

Are you all right?

I think so.

You did good back there.

We're gonna make it,

you'll see.

Are you wounded?

No, Im okay.

It's just

a scratch.

If you don't mind me interrupting

you two lovebirds,

I think we've got

a wee problem.

( car door closing )

What do you think?

John:
Aye.

Of course I can do it.

But you need to

give me some time.

John, time is one thing

we do not have.

Two minutes, that's all

I need is two minutes.

( beeping )

#

What brought you here?

It's a long story.

I bet you don't

have time to tell me, right?

I don't think you want to

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