Diary Of The Dead Page #2

a horror film instead.

In fact, that's what he was

shooting on that first night.

The night, when...

everything changed.

Stupid f***in'

horror movie.

With an underlying

thread of social satire.

Jason, can I

take a minute?

- I have to pee.

- Oh sh*t. Alright.

- Jason...

- What?

I have to pee, too.

Jesus Christ, this whole

thing is falling apart.

Hey guys, uh, there's something

on the news. It's pretty...

well, I mean...

you might want to check this out.

...but it does seem to happening.

Two news agencies in two separate

counties in the tri-state area

are reporting accounts

of the dead returning to life.

In one of the cases, the one

in Summerset, the dead man,

identified as a

the victim of a drive-by

shooting yesterday,

sat up on the autopsy table and actually

attacked Somerset medical examiners...

- Horseshit.

- Shut up, Tony, it's on the f***in' news.

The news is always horseshit. Always makes

things sound worse than they really are.

That's how they

sell soap.

And the next morning what happens?

"Oh sorry, our mistake. "

and when they say that, who's gonna

believe this sh*t, two dead people...

There are now

five dead people and...

here's another.

They're coming in from everywhere.

A corpse at Hope Memorial,

has apparently survived.

Thats six separate reports.

Six?

How could there be six mistakes?

For Christs sake, we hear

those sort of thing every day.

Yeah, the hurricane,

the planet gettin' too hot,

and the terrorist that was gonna dump a dirty

bomb on the Whitehouse or your house.

Somebody gonna put some germs

in your water or your mailbox.

and that letter from

Publisher's Clearing House, huh?

The good news is you

won a million bucks,

bad news is you'll gonna

wake up dead tomorrow morning.

Better believe what

we've just heard,

the problem doesn't seem to be

that people are waking up dead.

But that dead people

are waking up.

Listen!

- What's that?

- What was that?

A lot of people

are in on it.

Right.

If I'm gonna wake up dead,

it's gonna be in my own bedroom.

You can all come.

Eliot has the address,

he knows where is it.

Yeah, nice place too.

Cozy, takes up about half of Philadelphia.

Yeah, it's a f***in' fortress.

I can't get in unless I'm invited.

Sorry Jason, you're

worried about your movie.

I don't mean to hang you

up or anything, but...

I'm gettin' the f*** out of here.

Like I said,

you can all come.

I mean it.

It's an invitation.

I'm in.

- Anyone else?

- Better be not.

Bye guys.

F***in' pommy gets all the girls.

So...

What are we going to do?

- How do you explain, that...

- I have no explanation.

OK, what I'm

going to do.

I'm going to the dorm,

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