Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #7

Put 'em on.

Ah, f*** this sh*t!

Come on!

Leave her alone,

you f***ing bastards.

Shut up, d*ckhead.

Easy, easy.

Sorry about him.

Listen up.

They want us to take the girl's head off

and chuck it in the icebox for later.

F*** yeah.

Actually, boss, I've got

just the thing for this.

- It's over in the truck.

- Go and get it now.

Hey, Benny.

You got those matches

on you mate?

Yeah.

Gimme 'em, ay?

Why?

I'm gonna take us all out.

Ay?

See that compressor up there?

I'm gonna blow it up.

Be like a f***ing

atom bomb went off.

Can we talk about

a possible alternative?

We got no time, mate.

We're dead anyway,

you know that.

I got a better idea.

F***'s sake, what?

I let him up there bite me.

What the f***

are you talking about?

I've got a number 7 killer

boomerang hidden under the truck.

Sharp as f***.

- A boomerang?

- Yeah.

Your sister,

she can control zombies.

Yeah, so?

So, I'll be a zombie.

That bloke she killed

over there..

His gun.

What?

Benny, give me

the f***ing matches. Now.

You want a head taken off?

You use a f***in' sword.

Where the f*** did you get that?

Who cares?

Let's get this done.

F*** yeah, boss.

Leave her alone,

you f***ing bastards.

F***in' touch her...

Benny they're about to chop

my sister's f***ing head off.

Now give me the f***ing matches.

What about my idea?

What about your idea?

You're rambling.

You're not making

any f***ing sense, mate.

I'm rambling, am I?

Give me the

f***ing matches, Benny.

McLaughlin, you help me

hold her down?

Thompson, you're cutting.

With pleasure, boss.

- You want the matches?

- For f***'s sake, now.

Here's the matches.

F***ing wanker.

Come on.

Come here, you bastard.

You're going down, ball buster.

One.

Two.

Three.

Drop the gun or they attack.

No!

No!

No!

No!

You f***ers!

Ah, f***!

I'm guessing you're not

an A negative blood type, mate.

You're done, son.

Just a matter of time.

Well played.

There's more at stake here

than you know, mate.

It's not about you,

or you sister, or your mates.

It's about the survival

of the human f***ing race, mate!

Do you understand?

You're a piece of sh*t.

You wanna fight me, mate?

I wanna rip

your f***ing head off.

F*** it.

You and me go round and round.

Come on then,

take a f***ing swing.

Come on.

Come on, mate. Don't you f***ing

p*ssy out on me now. Stand up.

Good boy.

Now, I could snap your f***ing

neck in half, right now.

Oh, you...

Oh, f***!

Never... never ever..

Grab a man's balls

in a fist fight.

It shows low character.

What about using a gun?

You're a f***ing dog.

Dog, am I?

You're the f***ing dog, mate.

Jesus Christ.

F***in', this sh*t is over,

mate, alright?

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