Undead Page #2

- The only safe place.

- It 's like a morgue in here!

The only safe place? Can i have

a cup of tea with this fruit cake?

- Everyone try and stay calm!

- Can anyone tell me?

We're all going to die.

- We're stuck in this tin can now.

- No one is going to die.

Alright, f*** it,

just f***ing listen up!

No one is going to die, not today.

Not on my f***in' watch!

What about all those dead

pricks dying outside?

Hey, don't you f***in' mess

with me boy, f***in' wanker!

Constable, what 's this d*ckhead

got your f***in' weapon for?

Marion!

- Still got a license, big boy?

- It 's upstairs, want to get it?

Molly, you tell this boy

what 's gonna be.

Well...

we haven't got all f***in' day!

Well, until you provide us with a

license for a category h weapon...

a firearm, including an air pistol

and a blank-fire firearm...

under 75 cm in length and

a registered gun club membership...

that complies with the amended

weapons act regulations of 1997...

and is signed by a member of the

body of the certifying club...

i will have to confiscate

the guns from you.

Give me a f***in' reason.

I'm f***in' beggin' you. Boy!

Good boy. Good boy.

Good boy.

Alright, i'm the law here, so

you f***in' listen to what i say...

when i say it and

we get through this ok.

We got help on the way,

we got help on the way!

So you listen to what i say,

when i f***in' say it...

and we'll all be eating mrs. Welman's

bbq snags by tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Welman was eaten out

on the road half an hour ago.

You keep f***in' messing

with me, boy...

and i'll straighten you out faster

than a poofter in a f***in' rodeo.

Prick!

The phone doesn't work.

Give it to me!

Come in, base.

- Base, please come in

- it doesn't work!

- Tracy, do you hear me?

- It doesn't work!

- Shut up! Don't go...

- it was the storm...

...stopped it all. Mobiles too.

- Constable, calm down.

- Where are the rest of the police?

- They're on patrol.

They're all dead, eaten alive.

- I've never seen anything like this.

- I have.

- What the hell is happening here?

- It 's an invasion.

You have to be f***in' kiddin' me.

The end of life as we know it.

We are the chosen ones.

The ones who will stand and fight.

It 's getting better,

you've got shits for brains.

- You're a f***in' loonie!

- You have all been sent to me...

...for a reason.

- Will you just shut your f***in' mouth?

You dead sh*t f***in' monkey

bag f***er!

These things are brain

eating zombies.

There's no such things as zombies.

So how does it feel, rene?

How does it feel to be trapped

in this town with the rest of us?

Just leave me alone.

You don't even look at me

when i speak to you.

That title was mine again. I won

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