Undead Page #4

- They'll die, we must stick together.

- We have to take her to the hospital.

That 's a girl.

I'm staying here.

- We're leaving.

- Come, slowly.

Come on!

Come on!

We gotta get her going!

God! Let 's get out of here!

You gotta be f***in' kiddin' me,

pal! Put it down!

Put the bag down,

get your hands away!

Get your hands away.

Get up, up, up!

- Where is the car?

- Garage.

- How do we get there?

- Through the kitchen.

- Where are the car keys?

- In the hallway.

- Can we get to them easily?

- Depends on what 's still up there.

Remember, i'm in charge.

You go first, big guy.

Empty.

They're all gone.

Bingo!

The contractions have stopped.

F*** a dead duck,

you little f***in'... f***!

These crazy f***in' pimply faced

f***in' gang banger!

F***in' come into your f***in'

house, f***in' unin-f***in'-vited!

Come on!

What 's wrong with f***in' youth

fellowship? What 's wrong with it?

F*** ya, f***in' f***in', f***er!

All the way, rene.

F***in' hell,

you f***in' piece of sh*t!

F***!

Die, you f***in' headless f***in'

mother f***in' piece of sh*t!

Take the f***in' guns, constable!

See you on the other side, sunshine.

Upstairs to the bathroom now!

Get f***ed, prick,

we're heading to the car!

Crap, everyone upstairs now!

Follow me! Follow me!

Backing up! Backing up!

F***!

There's so many of them.

These things won't die.

I've never seen anything like it.

Shoot 'em in the brain.

They won't get back up again.

Garage is down there.

We're still the law here. Nobody goes

down until i've checked it out.

On your bike, constable.

Go on, get down.

What is it, constable?

What is it, constable?

It 's clear!

Come on down.

Are you okay?

Are you sure?

Shift your arse, pal,

i'm driving this shitbox.

Nobody is driving

this shitbox but me.

- Take me to boongabby hospital.

- It 's too far.

I don't want to go back into town.

Hurry up! Let 's go!

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

Just get us out of here!

We're nearly out of berkeley now.

Shift your arse, princess.

I'm watching you.

I feel like i'm going to throw up.

Me too.

My god.

This can't be real.

It 's metal.

You know, i don't get this.

It takes the council 2 years to fix

a pothole in front of my place...

yet they can knock this up

in a couple of days.

This ain't no council job, waynie.

Maybe those things built it.

No.

What do you reckon built it then?

I've never seen anything

like this before.

I saw a pineapple twice the size of

a watermelon, but nothing like this.

Aliens.

Here we go again with your crazy-arse

alien story. The whole town...

...is sick of it!

- They're not aliens...

they're zomies, okay?

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