Zombie Massacre Page #5

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know why Im here.

If I didn't

want to know...

I wouldn't have asked.

It's about her.

It's all for her.

You saved my life.

Im good with it.

Incoming!

John, my friend,

whatever you're doing,

do it fast!

( gunshots )

Will ya slow down, chief?

Im getting old.

( growling )

( snarling )

Time's up, John!

Everyone in the car!

( engine struggling )

- F***!

- Oh, sh*t!

Everybody out!

Now!

( growling )

#

No!

( heart beating )

No, no, no!

( woman screaming )

( heart beating )

( growling )

Jack... Jack!

I can't hold them off

for long, guys!

John:
Eden, come on!

( growling )

( beeping )

Jack:
If we don't stop

for gas soon,

we're gonna run out

and we'll be on foot.

Sam:
Jack, there!

John:
Ah, so easy.

#

Sam, get out

and fill up the tank!

John, help me push!

Zombies!

( growling in distance )

( gunshots )

Sh*t!

Get back, Sam.

( horn honking )

( gunshot )

Grab the dog

and follow me!

Sh*t!

Come on, get inside!

So who the f***

are y'all?

I said who

the f*** are y'all?

You got a problem?

It's nothing

I can't fix.

Whoa, John,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't play with him.

Come on,

it's okay.

Im Jack Stone.

This is Eden.

This is Sam.

This irresistible bastard

is Mad Dog.

What about you?

You don't exactly

look like

a Romanian

factory worker to me.

Doug.

Doug Mulligan,

entrepreneur.

Sh*t.

We was on vacation 'til

those freaks turned up.

And, hell, we was

having a good time, too,

weren't we, sugar pie?

This here is Claire,

by the way,

and the dog's Indiana.

She don't

talk a whole bunch,

but believe me, she got many fine

hidden qualities.

Don't take it personally,

big fella.

She's been the silent type

since her psycho brother

killed her entire

family with a hammer.

Ma, Pa, little brother.

Yeah, it's some

pretty bad sh*t

and she's a brave girl.

Jack:
I want to thank you again

For what you did outside.

I appreciate that.

Secondly,

and most importantly,

we've got to get

out of here.

Now, what's your

van situation like?

Well, shoot.

The tank's as empty as

Your friend's skull here.

I was hoping to fill her up

and those freaks

turned up again.

I know if we wait it out

and stay real hushed

that they're gonna f*** off.

They don't seem

too bright.

That's not an option.

I wasn't joking when I said

we have to get out of here soon.

( beeping )

Doug:
An atomic f***ing bomb?

Here?

You're shitting me, right?

Well, what the f***

are we going to do now?

General Carter's plans

include our deaths,

so here we are.

Im sorry we got

you and Claire

involved in this, Doug.

Sh*t.

I thought this was

gonna be a nice,

relaxing trip,

but no, those goblin

donkey f***ers...

Always gotta mess with an

honest man's piece of mind!

Sh*t!

If we're gonna die together,

we might as well die with

no hard feelings.

Drink up, my friend.

The amber nectar.

I didn't have

any hard feelings.

Friend.

What now?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

I guess Im never gonna

open that restaurant.

Sorry, Dragan.

At least

we die with honor.

You guys

being serious?

No.

No, we can't give up.

Not while that timer

is still counting down.

If we die here,

Carter will have it

all his own way

and nobody...

no one will ever

know the truth.

The airport is close.

We still have enough

time to get to it.

We have to get to it!

The world needs to know

what happened here.

Please.

Please?

She's right.

F***, I don't even know who

this Carter guy is,

but if this

f***ed-up sh*t is down to him

then I certainly want to

give him

a very large

piece of my mind.

F***, I hate uniforms!

They're all

f***ed in the head!

No offense, fellas.

But you gotta put yourself

in my shoes, okay?

I... I nearly

died today, hmm?

Doug:
# Running

on the railroad #

# Running on the railroad #

# Running on

the railroad now #

Woo-hoo!

Honey pie, you still

pointing that thing at me?

My God, the way

you carrying on,

the only memory you're gonna

have of this entire trip

is gonna be my ugly mug!

( speaking gibberish )

( laughing )

Well, at least it looks

like this goddamn rain

- is finally quitting.

- ( cat meowing )

Ahh...

You should

point this thing out,

get some of this amazing

foreign scenery,

'cause, you know... you know,

I think we are very

close now, you know.

I think we're

almost there.

Are you ready?

I said,

"Are you ready?"

To meet the one,

the only,

Count Dracula!

( laughing )

Oh, what is this now?

Sh*t.

#

Stay in the van,

honey pie.

( dog barking )

Can you hear me,

sweetheart?

You okay?

- ( growling )

- Ahh!

Oh, what the f***?!

( snarling )

Honey pie!

( growling )

Oh, Jesus, God!

( yelling )

What the f***?!

Get the sh*t out of my life,

you f***ing crazy...

( groaning )

You...

( gunshot )

( huffing )

Next time, honey...

keep your eyes open!

I kid you not.

I almost did a little poo.

We're gonna have to

thin down their number

if we're gonna get

out of here alive.

( dog whimpering )

Doug, how many bullets

do you have left?

Just two, Im afraid.

Maybe we could

draw their attention

like we did back at

the police station.

#

How?

( dog whimpering )

( growling )

Doug:
Holy sh*t!

I can't get a clear shot!

F*** you!

Oh my God,

sweetness!

No, no, f*** you!

- ( gurgling )

- ( dog barking )

Honey pie!

No!

Jesus Christ, put the gun down,

darling, please?!

Please, sweetheart,

put the gun down,

we'll be fine, we'll...

we'll get you to a doctor,

I swear, you'll be fine,

sweetheart, please!

- No!

- ( gunshot )

Sweetie pie, no!

Nothing I can do...

Oh, God.

Sweetie pie.

Oh, please...

oh, God.

Jesus.

If you got any good ideas

left in that

brain of yours, chief,

now is the time to

come up with it.

Without gassing up

the truck,

we're not going anywhere.

Maybe we can find

a vehicle around here

to get out of here with.

Maybe...

...just maybe

we've still got a chance.

I still love you

so much, my sweetie.

Jack:
What do you have

in mind?

You're gonna have to

trust me on this one, chief.

Princess.

How fair to

the airport?

Five miles at the most.

Im gonna try and buy you

as much time as possible.

Godspeed, my friend.

John...

Doug:
Oh, God, no...

Mad Dog.

Ill be fine.

How are we gonna

know when to get out?

You'll know.

My friend...

you'll know.

Jesus Christ.

No!

#

( snarling )

And what are you

doing here, Princess?

Time to get

serious, John.

Serious?

Don't you think the timing's

a little bit off?

I think you should go,

before I get...

other ideas.

General Carter will get

what he f***ing deserves.

Come on, now.

Get it together, man,

get it together.

Oh...

F***!

( snarling )

Come on,

you motherfuckers!

Come on!

Jack, just go!

Go!

#

( growling )

All right, let's go!

Doug!

Im gonna cut your friend

the General's eyelids off,

staple this here photo

to his forehead,

while I gut

him like a boar!

We'll get him.

( growling )

( rattling )

Ugh, Dragan...

I think Im gonna

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