Night of the Living Dead: Resurrection Page #3

And all were judged

according to what they had done.

Those whose names

were not in 'The Book of the Living'

were thrown into the lake of fire. "

Bamps, how is it you can remember

chunks from the Bible

but never remember my birthday?

Sh*t.

He's cooling down now, thank God.

It must be rabies or something.

Hopefully we got it under control.

He'll be fine.

We'll look after him.

Kev, can you help me

move him to his bedroom?

Of course.

Sam?

No.

- I'm sorry, Jen.

- What?

No! He was getting better!

- Mom.

- Sam!

- Mom!

- Sammy!

Get her out of here!

Go!

Oh, f***!

Where's the gun?

- No! No killing him!

- He's one of those things!

Please get the gun.

I've got the gun.

Gerald, Sam's turned

into one of those things.

He bit me.

We need to put him out of his misery.

Gerald, he got better!

His temperature came down!

He had no pulse!

He got bit, he died,

and then he bit me.

Okay, Kevin.

When I say...

open the door.

Now.

Shut... shut the door.

- What?

- Shut the f***ing door!

You need to shoot him!

He's family.

He's not your son.

He's dead.

They get bit, they die,

they come back biting.

So, if I shoot him,

then I should shoot you, huh?

Sh*t.

I'm washing out the infection.

I know.

I think I got it early enough.

Pass us that tea towel there.

Try to cut off the circulation.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry what I said about Sam,

but... you saw him.

He's one of those crazy things.

Well, maybe they can cure him.

Ah! Who?

The emergency services.

Maybe.

How you feeling?

Me? I'm fine, I think.

I'm on autopilot.

How's Kevin Junior?

Quiet, thank God.

Jennifer?

Do you think you could keep

an eye on Bamps for me?

He's distraught.

We haven't told him about Sam.

I'll put the kettle on.

- Look, Karen, I'm sorry...

- Kevin.

Come and help me a second

in the living room.

I know you did the right thing.

I know that Sam

is one of those things.

I looked at that thing up there...

that's not my boy.

But I can't shoot him.

Gerald, if you want me

to do it, I will.

No.

No.

He's still family.

Karen believes

there's still a chance

and I won't take that

bit of hope away from her.

We'll leave him where he is

till help comes or...

he becomes dangerous.

Then I'll do it.

Okay, Gerald.

Thanks, Karen.

I'm just going to wash up.

Thanks, love. Sit down.

Oh, thank you, Jennifer.

How you feeling now, Bamps?

Oh, I'm all right.

I'm all right now.

Do you really think it's the apocalypse?

I don't know or sure.

But it sounds like it might be.

You sound happy.

No no, I'm not happy, no.

I mean, I know we'll all enter

the Kingdom of Heaven

and meet our Lord.

But I had rather hoped

that you and Mandy

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