Planet Terror Page #6

your friends work.

That's pretty fast.

Oh, what do I know, my love?

Exactly.

That you're a cheating, lying...

sack.

I didn't want to hurt you.

But you did.

Bill...

you're insane.

And I was afraid...

of what you might do to me,

to our son.

I'm the mother of your son.

Aah!

And after this one...

I'll never see you again.

Doc.

What?

You gotta see this.

I'll be right there.

Where the hell are the bodies?

That's what we wanted to show you.

They're gone.

They didn't just get upp

and walk out, did they?

Mmm-hmm

Shut the f*** up!

Somebody take care of this perp for me

before I f***ing kill him!

What the hell's going on?

Alh, he was causin' a ruckus

over at Skipp's place, so I cuffed him,

and the son of a b*tch

bit my goddamn finger off.

Quit your hollerin' and get yourself

a goddamn Band-Aid.

I'm not exaggerating,

using colorful speech, Sheriff.

He bit my finger clean off!

F***ing sh*t!

Get out there and book him,

'cause I'll f***in' kill him

if I have to do it.

Carlos, go get him.

Wray, you stay put.

Are you sure he's in there?

He was.

Motherf***er.

He's gone.

Broke out the window.

Where's my finger?

Found your ring.

Could it be the same guy

as your leg-snatcher?

I didn't get

a good look at mine.

That him over there?

Whoa! Whoa!

Aah!

Wray?

F***.

You motherf***er!

Uhh!

- No, don't touch him!

- Why not?

He's infected.

With what?

Everything.

Wray!

Dropp the f***in' gun.

Where the f***

do you think you're going?!

I'm gonna go get Cherry!

Fine. But we're taking my car.

I'm riding with you.

Don't make any sudden moves.

Viral infections.

They came pouring in.

Some are rapidly developing

coliform lesions.

Highly contagious.

What do you think?

Self-preservation comes to mind.

Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here.

First let me get my wife.

I love you, sweetie.

There you go, bunny rabbit.

Come on, come on.

Open up, now.

I want you to be around for a while,

you understand?

We don't want you checkin' out

right this--

God...damn.

Ramona.

You been fartin' like a goddamn

pack mule since I met--

God damn!

I hate to do this to you Earl.

but we need evey man on the job!

The sh*t has hit the fan!

Bring some guns...and ammo!

Meet me at my brother's!

I gotcha. I'll be there.

Gotta eat quick, sweetie.

Come on.

Ramona.

Ramona.

Aah!

Uhh!

Aaaah!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is goin' on?

Are you gonna give me a gun?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

F***.

Oh! F*** me!

God damn it!

Let's sort this sh*t out, boys!

Dumbass.

Yeah.

Not today! Not today!

F***ing Wednesday nights!

Aaah!

Uhh!

Palomita?

Get up. We're leaving.

I can't walk.

So what? Get up!

- Get--

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