Return of the Living Dead 2 Page #5

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- Don't say that word.

Why? Damn it, why?

Where'd they all go?

Hello?

Where is everybody?

When are you guys going to wake up?

- Nobody can help us except...

- Trained physician, such as myself.

Hold this, my son. Thank you.

- Yes, yes.

- What, what?

When did you two have

your last bowel movement?

- Do you know what a catheter is?

- They gotta have police here.

Emergency stuff?

Somebody somewhere.

- I'll take a look around town.

- Not without me.

- You stay put.

- No way.

- I saw it. I'm the one who knows stuff.

- Kid's got a point.

- That'll be the day.

- Cut it out, you two.

- Lf we're going, let's go. We'll be a team.

- Teams suck.

Say, "Ah."

- What is it? What's wrong?

- Is he gonna be okay?

Let's look at the tongue, all right?

Oh, my God.

What? What is it?

We're going to do a biopsy.

Is it cancer?

- Lf we're lucky.

- No!

You notice something funny?

Yeah, like no people.

Yeah, like that.

Come on, kid.

God.

Hey! Hey, over here!

- Over here!

- Hey!

- Brains!

- Brains.

- Oh, no.

- God.

Get in the car.

I don't believe this.

Goddamn car!

Come on.

- Come on!

- Oh, come on.

Come on.

Great. I'm not even out of grade school,

and I'm already gonna die.

There's Gramps' street.

- We should go back and get the others.

- No, there. Turn down there.

There are lights on.

- Hey, wait a second. Look... Hold on.

- Gramps? Gramps.

Grandpa?

Where is he?

You know how to use one of those?

You do know how to pull a trigger,

don't you?

Sure. Do you?

She's junior-class champion

for the whole state.

- Here's yours.

- Oh, terrific, great.

What can I shoot with this, mice?

Look, those things out there,

they're ugly, and they're dirty and dumb.

And I don't care if they are dead.

I hate them.

There's no way they're touching me.

Great.

Make my night.

You've gotta help me.

Look, we gotta get moving.

Those things are all over town.

Would you come here, please?

You will also notice

there is no pupillary response...

...no reflexes...

...obvious lividity.

Suggesting chronic,

intractable rigor mortis.

Is it serious?

Is "dead" serious?

But they can talk.

Oh, God, it hurts.

I can't move my arms or legs.

See? Now, do you call this dead?

They are not dead, you jerk!

Have you noticed he's not breathing?

Care to check his heartbeat?

It hurts.

In my opinion,

I think they should be contained.

Contained?

- Bagged.

- Bagged?

Bagged.

Help me.

Hello? Hello?

Brains!

Okay, you mother.

What was that?

Shoot it!

Oh, God!

Come on.

Oh, no!

Oh, no, no, no.

You don't want to do that.

You were gonna leave him, you quack.

Some doctor.

We're gonna go find a real one.

- Come on, baby.

- You're making a big mistake.

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