Granny of the Dead Page #5

Stockin' up with food, and

and loading up with weapons?

Stockin' up with

food first, I think.

- Okay.

You stock up, kill your nan.

I'm gonna try and get

word from the outside.

Oh!

Hello!

- What?

- Just saw a guy get

his arm ripped off.

Oh, call you later.

- Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Look you, what are you doin'?

- Sh*t!

- It's said, the

earlier the zombie,

the more memories it has left.

But soon, they'll all disappear

and all that's left

is its instinct

to eat the livings' flesh.

- Ah, stupid.

Sh*t.

F***.

Oh, f***!

No, no, oh f***!

- Ed.

- Phil.

- It's time.

- Dai,

it's getting f***ing worse.

- From what I'm seein' here,

you don't wanna leave

your room again.

- Well it's too bloody

late now, I'm on the roof.

- The roof?

- Yeah,

I got chased out my own house.

- You need to get back

in there and secure the house.

- What?

- I'm safe, secure,

I've got plenty of food.

Well, I say food.

A dozen pot noodles,

snacks and tinned stuff.

Should keep me going

for a bit though.

And elen's on the way over.

Hey, how's your girlfriend

taking all this?

- Oh, sh*t!

Hey, sweetie.

- Don't you hey sweetie

me, you bastard.

Why haven't you called?

- Why didn't you call me?

- Because I'm still

mad at you, that's why.

And just because it's

the end of the world

it doesn't mean I'm

gonna forgive you, okay?

- I'm sorry I didn't

call you sooner, babes,

but my nan's been trying

to kill me all day.

Will you wait a sec?

Where are you?

- I'm in the car.

I'm fine, by the way,

thanks for askin'.

- F***!

If you're in your car why

don't you just drive to mine?

- Well, when when i

ran out of the house

I was chased by my uncle rod,

and when I opened the

car door, I panicked, and

I left the keys in the door.

- Your uncle's still there?

- Yeah.

- Okay wait a sec.

- Ed?

I'm sorry I was

so harsh with you.

I wish you was here

to protect me and all.

- Right.

I'm gonna get down

off this roof,

kill a few zombies on the way,

I'm gonna come for you, and

I'm gonna save the f***ing day.

- You mean it?

- Yeah, damn right!

- I love you.

- Hiya, love!

- Sh*t!

Sh*t.

F*** it!

- What the f***?

- Sorry, ed, thought you

was one of those things.

- Really f***in' hurt.

Sh*t.

- F*** you, mum, and

you have got a mustache!

- Billy!

Are you okay?

- No, my mum's a f***in'

b*tch and my nan's a whore!

- Oh, sh*t, Billy, calm down.

- And those things have

got me out of the house!

- It's all right,

it's all right.

- What the f***'s that?

- A gun.

I found it round

the block, you know.

- Let's have a look.

- I'm as good as packin'.

- What, can I borrow it?

- Oh, no, sorry it's mine.

Why don't you just get

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