Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #6

I don't know.

You okay?

What happened back there?

Oh, f*** me dead, Barry!

They blew this joker's head off.

Sh*t.

We need to find a zombie fast.

Zombie? What do

we need a zombie for?

This truck runs on zombies.

No zombies, no truck.

Come on, you dead bastards!

Come and get it!

Where are ya?

You want a zombie?

Yeah.

I'll get you a zombie.

F***!

Brooke, what the f***'s

wrong with your eyes?

Don't shoot him.

Sh*t!

Alright, what the f***

just happened then?

Where do you want him?

Back of the truck.

She can control f***ing zombies!

What?

Come on.

- What are we waiting for?

- We need mask on that thing's mouth.

- What mask?

- The mask! The blue f***ing mask!

Okay. Go!

The joke's on me now, bro.

You okay?

Nah I'm f***ed.

What the f*** are you doing?

Putting pressure on the

wound. It'll stop the bleeding.

Just f***in'

warn me next time, ay?

Sorry.

You're better-looking

than your brother.

So are you.

I'm Brooke.

I know.

I'm Benny.

Thanks for helping

me out back there, Benny.

No problem, darling.

Nice to finally meet ya.

I wish I could say

I'd heard a lot about ya.

But your brother there is

a bit of a tight-lipped bastard.

Yeah.

I guess it runs in the family.

Hey, Barry?

Where's Annie and Megan?

They're dead.

My brother Mulla

he's up there in the trees

laughing at me the bastard.

Barry, we're gonna have

to pull over. Benny's not good.

F***.

Alright, I'm gonna

pull off road.

There you go, mate.

It's a nice day for it.

Oi! I want you

to leave me here, bro.

Don't be stupid.

Listen to me.

Just give me a gun

and plenty of bullets.

I can take care of meself.

I know you can, mate.

There's no bloody way

I'm leavin' you here.

Let's take a look

at this thing, ay?

Sh*t.

You two gotta

keep moving, you know that.

F*** that bullshit.

We're gonna patch you up and

we're all leaving here together.

No, I'm not getting

back in that truck.

Yeah, you are.

Brooke?

Brooky!

Brooke!

You alright?

Oh, God! F*** me! No.

Something's happening to me.

Come here.

I killed them both.

Could you do it for me?

I don't know if I can.

Give me the gun.

Will you hold my hand?

Give me the gun.

Run! Go! Come on fuckheads!

Wakey, wakey.

Call to your sister.

Go f*** yourself!

Thompson.

Rubber bullets.

They pack quite

a punch though, don't they?

You wanna know what

the real one feels like, mate?

The real one

feels like sh*t, Barry.

Call to your sister.

Nah, she'll be right.

Go and get the pliers.

Call to your sister.

F*** you!

F*** me!

You ever seen 'em move that fast

in the daytime before, boss?

McLaughlin.

- Yes, boss.

- Take another nail out.

Stop!

Oh, sh*t.

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