Dead Meat Page #3

I've only got a kick-start.

Can give you a lift then.

Francie?

She's turned.

Quick! Desmond!

She's grand. Moriarty.

Do you remember Pat?

Pat Moriarty?

This is his son, Desi.

Bit of a f***ing eejit

by the looks of it.

We'll give him a lift.

I'm very sorry, Francie.

- Desi.

- How are you?

What's your name?

Lisa.

How are you, Lisa?

And what's your name?

Helena.

Hello.

Sorry, Francie. Helena.

You getting in...

or you're gonna stand there

with your asses hanging out?

You can find your own way.

Be glad of it.

- Excuse me.

- Jesus Christ. Hello.

Can we get a move on here?

We have to wait

for the car to be fixed.

Oh, yeah. We have to

wait here, don't we?

Well, you can f*** off,

if you like.

You can f*** off yourself.

Jeez.

Are we ready to rock and roll?

Are you ok, Lisa?

- Yeah.

- Good.

She's going.

Grand. Now I'm f***ing

lazy, huh?

Is there something wrong

with that one back there?

There's something

not f***ing right about it.

There's something wrong

with that one.

We'll have to watch it.

How 'bout we take that chip

off your f***ing shoulder?

You hear me?

Keep your eye out now, Francie.

We're on an open road.

It's the gorse bushes.

You want to watch

the gorse bushes.

Part of the gorse, yeah.

They'll be haven

from the gorse.

Safer on the road.

So, the plan with us is to get

to the next town over...

Kilfinnan.

We're after coming through now

2, maybe 3 parishes...

on the way over.

All you could see were

the ghouls.

Now, we'll have better luck

next town over.

Won't have happened there.

We're not too far now from

Mrs. Bonnie's homestead.

Do you remember

Mrs. Bonnie, Francie?

I remember Mrs. Bonnie.

Jesus Christ.

You'll know Mrs. Bonnie.

You'll be seeing

her around, I'm sure.

You'd smell her

if you didn't see her.

She'd be getting into the van.

She'd be telling you she's

only herself to look after...

and she was doing grand...

and you'd be there

with your nose closed...

for fear of the smell

of the piss off her.

Rat bastards. Ordinarily say

they're better off dead.

You wonder what be scraping

through their heads.

When did you see the first one?

First we saw, we were out

burning heather...

in the back field

on our own place.

- Nice.

- Looked up there yonder.

Francie saw Padre O'Brien

coming towards us.

We could not have known.

It has often happened.

A strange look off him, though.

Took the head off

and burnt the thing.

I've known him now 20 years.

Wasn't a way

to think to do either.

But never a situation or

epidemic quite as serious as...

as the one we witnessed today.

Dr. Hamitill there from

Oakel Agricultural Center.

Once again, our main story:

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