Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #2

Look, nothing.

Okay? You don't need it,

it's just us.

Who are you gonna kill? Who?

Out here, eh?

Put it down, mate.

Put it down. Yeah?

I need you to get me

to Bulla Bulla.

Alright. Let's go.

Look at this.

Look, look. Look.

F***ing zombie, eh?

Zombies, you know?

Just f***in'..

Just f***in' can't get used

to it in my head, you know?

F*** it! I'm fighting it!

Oi! Oi!

Where the f*** you're goin'?

Oi! Get back in the car!

Oi! Get back

in the f***ing car!

Oi! Get back! Let's go! Get up.

There's one coming!

Get in.

- Get in the car.

- I swear it..

Get in.

Around 'em or through 'em?

Through 'em.

F***! Alright.

Whoa. Whoa. F***. Whoa.

Try now.

No. Nothing.

Try now.

No.

What is it?

F***!

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Was he not a zombie?

No, he's not a f***ing zombie!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, f*** me!

Is he alright?

Is he okay?

What do you f***ing think?

He's pretty f***ing dead to me!

Oh, his head's f***ed!

Whoa! Hey, try this.

I'm keeping this.

You comin' or what, mate?

Lead the way.

Boo-ya!

Why are you awake?

Ah! They're playing

my song.

Will you excuse me?

Good morning, sir!

Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

I'm just f***ing with you.

No, you're just due

for another top up.

Now, you are one lucky, lucky,

lucky little girl.

Because you've stayed up

past your bedtime

you get to see

what the adults do after dark.

Now hold still.

Hold still!

If I get this wrong, you could

go into a seizure and die.

Huh?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

That's a good girl.

We only have to do this

five more times.

I want that truck.

Oi! Oi!

Can we come inside?

There's f***ing zombies

everywhere.

Yeah, okay.

How do we get in?

Alright. Let them

get close to ya

then run around 'em.

Okay.

Just make sure

that door comes up.

Run ya bastards!

Nice shootin', mate.

Thanks, mate.

There's a lot of good sh*t

in here we can use, ay?

What's that, mate?

That Hilux out in the front.

Which one of you...

That Hilux ain't goin' nowhere.

Yeah? Why's that?

You drove from the city, right?

- Right.

- Where's your car?

Broke down.

Engine trouble?

Yeah, right.

I need to show

you boys somethin'.

Petrol. Metho.

Kero.

Right?

Last time I checked they were

flammable liquids, weren't they?

How old's that stuff?

Brand spanking new, mate.

We bought it last week.

So your car just stopped, ay?

I guess that would explain it.

What the f***!

Who's that?

That's Neville.

Oh!

That's f***ing rank.

He's farting out of his mouth.

Weird, eh?

Oh, f*** him.

Night, Neville.

- Whoa! Sh*t!

- What the f***ing f***?

The blood is flammable!

Oi, wake up, Neville.

Come on.

We need petrol, right?

- Right.

- Wrong. We need fuel.

There's no way that could work.

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