Diary Of The Dead Page #3

Deb's there.

Whatever's happening,

I don't want her to be alone.

Transmit electrical

impulses

strong enough,

to animate what little

remains of the body's

muscle tissues.

OK.

OK, this is the women's dorm.

Jesus.

It's been 25 minutes

since we've heard the news,

and it looks like

everybody's gone.

Hello, who's

in there?

F***.

What the f*** are

you doing here?

- What the f*** you're doing here?

- I'm stealing sh*t.

What about you...?

What's a guy with a video

camera doing in the women's dorm?

Security!

F***.

Oh god.

Oh sh*t.

OK, OK, this is

Deb's room.

- Wait! It's OK. It's me.

- Jesus, f***..

Are you still

shooting?

- What're you shooting?

- I'm just...

Oh my god!

- God, I'm so afraid.

- It's OK, Deb.

I'm here.

I've been trying to call them,

for like an hour...

Sh*t!

Sh*t! Same f***in' thing,

no answer!

Gotta get out there,

we'll see everything.

- Babe!

- What?

There's no answer at my house.

My mom, my dad, Billie...

- They're supposed to be there!

- Maybe they're up at the cabin.

No, I already tried there.

Everything's out.

The circuits are busy, your folks probably

can't get through to you either.

It was all over the news,

all over the web.

But no one knew what

was really happening.

I wanna get out of here.

J!

I want to go home.

I think that's what

started the panic,

not knowing the truth.

What's been happening?

I don't know,

the prospects

truly are terrifying.

All my friends left before

we could even say goodbye.

It's funny. You spend some much

time resenting your parents,

separating yourself,

building your own life,

but when the sh*t hits the fan,

the only place you want to go is

home.

We're in Mary's

Winnebago,

trying to stick together.

- What is this about, Jason?

- I don't know, I just...

if this turns out to be a big thing,

I just want to record it, OK?

Come on everybody, when it

comes to you, say your names.

This is ridiculous.

- Mary. Mary Dexter.

- What are you doing here, Mary?

I'm going home...

trying to go home.

Can you just not film me

while I'm driving, please?...

so I can focus.

Say your name.

Jason, if you don't know

my name by now

then you can get your clothes

out of my closet, OK?

Come on, babe,

it's part of history.

Debra Moynahan.

And I'm trying to get home too, OK?

Like Mary.

And I'm wondering why my boyfriend

has a camera plastered to his face.

Scranton. OK?

Scranton. Pennsylvania.

That's my home.

It's my parent's home.

And my little brother's.

- Where are you coming from?

- College.

We're all at Pitt together.

University of Pittsburgh.

- Why are we on the road?

- Christ.

Yeah, Christ, Jason.

Lay the f*** off!

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