Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #4
Nah, that only really
started up this morning.
It's getting dark, ay.
Yeah.
They stop breathing
the gas at night.
That's why they're faster.
They're using it themselves.
We're f***ed!
Boys! Get in
the f***ing truck!
Get in the truck, Frank.
Get in the truck.
Get your helmets on.
Oh. F*** me!
It's gonna be a long night.
What do ya reckon, Frank?
This is the worst f***in'
nightmare of your life or what?
No f***in' way, mate.
What the f***
could be worse than this?
About 15 years ago
the doctor told me my son
had brain cancer.
He was only 7-years-old.
He died in my arms.
That was way worse than this.
This is f***in' nothin'.
Sorry to hear about that, Frank.
Yeah, well.
These things happen, ay.
Baz?
So what I've been
wondering is...
How come we're not like them?
How come we never turned?
Wyrmwood.
What?
You never read the Bible?
Nah, man.
I don't read that sh*t.
In Revelations
when the third angel
blows his trumpet.
A star called Wyrmwood
falls to the Earth
bringing a disease that kills
a fuckload of people.
That's pretty much the beginning
of the end Biblically speaking.
When I seen those
meteor showers last night..
And then in the morning all these dead
bastards come running outta the bushes
I figured we were pretty deep into
that final judgment, you know?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
When the end comes
all the good folks go upstairs, and
all the bad folks go downstairs
and there's a bunch of poor
bastards left in the middle.
What happens to them?
They get tested by God.
So you reckon
Yeah.
I reckon we are.
I f***ing hate tests.
I'm gonna try
and get some sleep.
If one of them bastards gets in here
and kills me, wake us up, will you?
Aah! What the f***...
what the f***'s going on?
- F***!
- Is that fire?
- What happened?
- I don't know.
I shot one of them in the face
and the f***er lit up.
What?
What did you do that for?
- F***. - If that fire reaches
the compressor, we're stuffed.
You think
I don't know that, Frank?
- I'm going up there.
- No, you're f***ing not.
There's a shitload of them
things out there, mate.
What else am I gonna do?
Look, I'm gonna go out there
and put the fire out.
F*** those things!
Take the helmet.
Put it on.
Let's do this.
F*** you!
You ugly f***ers!
Barry!
What the f***'s going on?
F***.
Barry!
Ah!
Lock it!
F***!
Frank, did it bite you?
Frank! Did it bite you, mate?
- The medical box.
- Ay?
The f***ing...
The f***ing medical box
at your feet!
Oh.
You want some bandages?
Open it.
Oh, beers.
- You want a beer, Frank?
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