[ominous tones] [static crackles]
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[ominous music]
[eerie music]
- [distant alarm buzzes] - [tannoy] Warning.
Warning.
[tense music]
Warning.
[zombie snarls]
Warning.
[door thuds] Warning.
[gun fires]
Warning.
[dark music]
[footsteps clack]
- [Soldier] He was headed for general population, sir.
Your orders
were a lie!
Take off the mask.
[Soldier] Orders, sir?
Sir!
Mr. Clark will brief you.
[knife whooshes] [knife hacks]
[bodies thump]
[dark music continues]
Sorry, sir. We're on lockdown.
- Please unlock the doors. - Of course.
- I need a scan and search on Dr. Fisher.
[radio static crackles]
[Soldier] Copy that.
[door rattles]
I'm sorry.
[gun fires]
[ominous music]
[knife clangs]
[zombie snarls] [ominous music]
[zombie roars]
[zombie snarls]
[zombie growls] [zombie snarls]
[knife whooshes]
[knife hacks] [blood squelches]
[knife whooshes]
[ominous music]
[zombie roars]
[zombie snarls]
[knife plunges] [zombie groans]
[corpse thuds]
[zombie roars]
[knife plunges]
[zombies snarl] [flesh squelches]
[suspenseful music]
[zombies snarl] [flesh squelches]
[zombie roars]
[glass shatters]
[knife clangs]
[zombie roars] [dramatic music]
[zombie growls]
[pipe clangs]
[bones crack]
[distant zombies snarl]
[flames roar]
Dr. Fisher did this?
Yes, sir.
Sarin gas.
Dead within seconds.
It wasn't pretty, sir.
- He worked on Patient Z for nearly a decade, no?
Yes, sir. Level 10.
Highest clearance.
- But today, he decides to run off with my prime subject?
Find out why.
[suspenseful music]
[distant gun fires rapidly]
[gun fires rapidly]
[bullets thud]
[gun fires rapidly]
[flesh squelches]
[tires screech]
[fence clatters]
[horn blares]
[suspenseful music continues]
- [Soldier] Get away from the vehicle.
Hands on your head.
Turn around.
Now take off your mask.
[gun fires rapidly] [soldier groans]
[gun fires] [tense music]
[gun thuds]
[soldier groans]
[fists thud]
[bones crack]
[fists thud]
[body thumps]
[soldier screams]
[dark ethereal music]
[door creaks]
[ominous music]
[Fisher coughs]
[Fisher] Get him to Dr. Lars.
[Fisher gasps and coughs]
Please don't... [coughs]
His blood is [gasps] the cure.
[coughs] He is the cure!
[Fisher coughs]
[device chirps]
[Crisanto sighs]
[Crisanto groans]
[Crisanto moans]
[Crisanto sighs]
[Crisanto groans]
[Crisanto sighs]
[Crisanto belches]
[Crisanto groans]
[liquid trickles]
Ah.
[Crisanto slurps and gulps]
[body thumps]
[Crisanto sighs]
[Crisanto groans]
[ominous music]
[Crisanto screams]
[chain clinks]
What the fuck, Jonray?
I think I shit myself!
I thought it was locked.
[chain clinks]
[Jonray breathes deeply]
I need your help.
What have you done this time brother?
This time...
This time you fucked up everything.
I'm gonna go drink, to our last few hours alive.
[hand thuds]
Why Jonray?
You owe me.
Owe you?
For what?
Pussy
Fine then, do whatever you want to do.
- Get rid of the jeep. They're probably tracking it.
Clear up the tracks.
Drive it to Beggar's Gulch and dump it in.
- Beggar's Gulch? That's like 10 miles from here!
- So? - So, how do I get back?
Run.
"Run."
I can't make that run!
You know I'm still carrying my winter weight!
Seriously Crisanto!
How many winters is that?
That's cold.
Even for you.
[van doors slam]
[brooding music]
[barn door squeaks]
[helicopter blades whir]
[tracker buzzes]
[tracker chirps]
[footsteps clack]
[dark music]
I looked through his journal.
However, there's a few pages missing,
so I don't have all his notes, but I believe he discovered
a cure, using Patient Z's hemoglobin.
This is your important news?
Z has already been a cure.
No. Sorry, my mistake.
My fault.
What I meant to say was that
I believe he found a way to use Patient Z's blood
as a permanent resistance to the radiation.
[Boss] Get my nephew.
[weather vane creaks]
[Crisanto retches]
[Crisanto pants]
[Crisanto retches]
[Crisanto groans and pants]
[dark music continues]
Jonray!
[dark music continues]
Jonray!
Run, my ass.
[liquid trickles]
[Crisanto pants]
[Crisanto belches]
[Crisanto groans]
I needed that. [sighs]
What are you doing?
Look at what's happening.
What are we going to do?
What have you got us into, Jonray?
- I'm going to the Bubble. - Yeah, the Bubble.
Good luck with that!
[chains clink]
Why are you going to do that?
You're not going to talk to me?
We're not going to talk about this?
Everything that's going on.
You're just going to stand there
with the same fucking look as always.
You won't look at me. You won't talk to me.
Fine.
Nothing?
Go then.
[barn door slams]
[distant zombies moan] [suspenseful music]
[knife scrapes] [zombie growls]
[liquid trickles]
[Crisanto sighs]
Yes.
you can improve on something that is already perfect.
Thank you Papa.
Very good.
[lighter flicks]
[hatch door creaks] [suspenseful music]
Shut up, you.
You're not getting outta there, zombie dude.
[chain clinks]
You know,
I haven't seen a zombie with just one white eye before.
What's up with that?
Fashion statement?
I gotcha.
[liquid trickles]
Here.
Try this.
Beats all that human flesh you deaders like to munch on.
Crisanto blend.
Circa 2075.
Most moonshine's clear.
But mine
is a special blend.
Took me years of fine tuning.
Ah, best within a hundred miles of Tugorios.
That's right.
I said it.
Best.
Looks and tastes.
Ah.
Like the finest whiskey you could ever imagine.
If I do say so myself.
Cheers.
[moonshine splashes]
So...
You're what a cure looks like?
I think I'll stick to this!
[Crisanto gulps]
[Crisanto spits]
[eerie tones]
* There is
* A house
* In New
* Orleans
* They call
* The Rising
* Sun
* And it's been
* The ruin
* Of many a poor boy
* And God
* I know
* I'm one
[suspenseful tones]
* My mother was
* A tailor
* She sewed
* My new blue jeans
* My father was
* A gamblin' man
* Down in New
* Orleans
* Well, I got one foot
* On the platform [crowd yells and cheers]
* The other foot on the train
- Ooh-hoo-hoo!
So close!
So very close.
So very, very close but not really.
Really, really not that close.
Jonray!
My old friend.
Well, let's not say friends. We are not friends.
Let's not pretend we are friends.
I respect you far too much to insult you like that.
Let's say, my prize,
my champion,
my money-printing warrior.
Hm?
You're not here to make us some scratch, are you?
I must admit, things are very good.
Very, very good.
Very, very, very good right now, as I'm sure you've seen.
But you know me, Jonray.
You know me very well. We used to be friends.
We were very good friends.
And you know me, you know I love money.
I crave money.
I...
Can't seem to get enough money.
So, what do you say?
Let's make some money.
I need to find someone.
And I know you know everyone.
A scientist who goes by the name of Dr. Lars.
Oh?
A doctor?
You're not infected, are you, Jonray?
Please, say it isn't so.
Not my precious Jonray.
Not my warrior, my champ, my champion.
No one can touch you.
But you
know I can help.
I can.
I know everything.
I know everyone.
I know your doctor, and I can help.
But it will cost you.
Cost you
money.
Just a little, tiny payment.
Just a little, little, little payment.
I will make you a good deal.
Bossman always gives the best deals.
A tiny little payment and then I'll help my precious Jonray!
Hm?
[Bossman claps hands]
[tense music]
[ominous music]
Oh, what do we have here?
This little man,
this weak little man,
so little, so, so weak.
Surely he won't stand a chance against zombies!
Strong, fierce zombies!
They will kill him. Rip him apart.
This little man.
This little weak man.
[zombie growls] [Jonray grunts]
[fist thuds]
[Jonray groans]
[foot thuds]
[zombie snarls]
[elbow thuds] [bones crack]
[crowd yells]
A fluke! A fluke!
Lucky. The little man was lucky.
Lucky, this little man was. A little too lucky.
Surely there is no way this lucky, weak little man
can do that twice.
The zombies.
They will tear him to pieces.
Kill him, eat him.
And mm, so good in the zombies' bellies,
this little man will be.
Now, shall we meet his opponent?
Or shall we say opponents!
[crowd cheers]
Yeah! Fuck him up!
Yes.
[zombies snarl] [Jonray grunts]
[fist thuds] [zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts]
[zombie snarls] [Jonray grunts]
[bones crack]
[zombie snarls]
[foot stomps] [flesh squelches]
[Jonray grunts]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts]
[bones crack]
He cheated!
Well, he may have cheated.
This little man.
But Bossman can't prove it.
Bossman is no judge. No one here is a judge.
So, stop putting your unfair judgements on him.
No one here can take away what this man,
who Bossman doesn't know, has never met,
has no idea who he is, has done.
But just to be sure,
let's bring out our fiercest competitors, shall we?
Our champion zombie!
[crowd cheers]
So that Bossman can give some of this money back to you.
My people.
My loves.
Because as you know, Bossman is all about his people.
Loves his people.
Wants to give back to his people.
[zombie snarls] [tense music]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts] [zombie snarls]
[zombie roars]
[Jonray grunts]
[fist thuds]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts]
[flesh squelches]
[Jonray grunts]
[zombie spits]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts] [fist thuds]
[foot thuds]
[zombie roars]
Come on!
[Jonray grunts]
[fist thuds]
[zombie snarls]
[fist thuds]
[Jonray grunts] [fist thuds rapidly]
[crowd yell]
Come on!
Yes, yes, yes!
Jonray! You did it, Jonray! [laughs]
I love you, Jonray.
Oh, I would fuck Jonray.
I'd let Jonray fuck me.
I'm not gay.
I love women.
Women love Bossman.
This steel-hard dick.
This warrior's dick, this dick of the gods
that no tainted pussy has ever taken down.
But Jonray, mm, I would fuck Jonray.
My champion.
My warrior.
[Bossman inhales deeply]
My love.
And the address?
This address you seek.
I can't give it to you.
I never promised to.
I never said I'd tell you where this person was.
But wait, Jonray. I told you I would help you and I will.
It's just, this person you seek, this doctor?
She's a very important client of mine.
Very important.
And she's paid me very well.
Very, very well, to stay hidden.
But you know me to be a man of honor.
I must honor my business deal with her,
but I must also honor our business deal.
I will do this, and I think you will find this fair, Jonray.
I will tell her
to seek you out.
To come to you.
I will insist.
I will tell her, if she honors me, if she respects me,
then she will speak with my good friend, Jonray, my warrior.
She will do this.
- Maybe this will help her decide.
Tell her she has three days, or his time will expire.
- [Crisanto] I could easily get outta here, if I wanted to!
But Jonray'd be pissed if I broke his hatch.
I got some girls zombies down here!
[rooster crows]
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
- [PA System] The following is a test
of emergency zombie broadcast system.
It is only a test.
I repeat.
The following is a test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system.
It is only a test.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
[alarm system buzzes] [dramatic music]
[Jonray grunts] [knife whooshes]
[knife thuds]
[Jonray grunts] [knife whooshes]
[Jonray grunts]
[alarm system buzzes]
[Jonray grunts] [knife clangs]
[alarm system buzzes rhythmically]
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
This concludes this test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system,
brought to you by Nordak.
Living solutions for a dying world.
I repeat, this concludes this test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system,
brought to you by Nordak.
Living solutions for a dying world.
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
[ominous tones]
[Crisanto screams]
[Crisanto breathes heavily]
[Crisanto sniffs deeply]
Damn it.
Now I've got to wash them.
[eerie tones]
[footsteps clack] [dark music]
- It is always a joy to see you, Vin.
- Ah, the pleasure is all mine, of course, uncle.
Retirement will never get in my way.
When you need me, I will always come.
- I know that, and I appreciate it.
- [Vin] And of course, I know if you called me,
it must be important.
Top priority.
We need something lost
found.
A zombie.
Patient Z.
Patient
Z?
- With any outbreak, there is a patient zero.
The start of it all.
But with wifi, it was the radiation,
soaking the earth for decades, until it mutated.
It created a virus that infected the population.
Turned them into monsters.
But we have corrected the wifi.
We fixed that situation.
In, let's say, the important communities.
But the millions upon millions from the outbreak,
they roam free,
infecting others with their organic form of the disease.
But there's the treatment.
It holds back the radiation,
and it keeps the living doing just that.
Living.
- Well, I can attest to its effectiveness.
- [sighs] Every time I see that, it crushes me.
It breaks my heart to know that someone I love like a son
is infected with this terrible disease.
But now you know why Patient Z is so important to me.
Where do you think the treatment that keeps you,
my friends, my colleagues, all of you, alive?
Where do you think it comes from?
It comes from a zombie?
[ominous tones]
Yes.
We came across him while we were searching for the cure.
There was something special about his blood.
It continued to regenerate, unlike any other zombie,
and it held back the radiation.
We have a supply, of course,
but it will run out.
And soon, I am afraid.
And then all of this, the billions of dollars
my clients have poured into Nordak,
all of this will go away.
Your bodyguard there.
He will go away.
But worst of all,
you, Vincent.
You will go away.
I need you on this, nephew.
No other person has served me as well as you have.
I need you to find the Patient Z and bring him back.
Well, I can assure you, uncle,
even if I didn't have a personal interest in the matter,
I can assure you that it would have my complete attention.
I will find him and I will bring him back.
Intact.
I know that you will.
You have always made me proud.
And I've always done my best to take very good care of you
for your years of love and loyalty.
- For you, uncle, I would do it for free.
I know that you would.
- [Vin] So, is there anything else I should be aware of?
No. That is all for now.
Just find Patient Z and bring him back to me.
Unharmed, if possible.
Or at the very least, still reanimated.
And if anyone or anything gets in your way,
you have cart blanche.
I'll have him shortly.
[Jonray grunts] [knife whooshes]
[hatch door creaks]
[moonshine trickles]
[chain clinks]
[lighter flicks]
[chain clinks]
Jonray!
[chain clinks]
Jonray!
[chain clinks]
What do you want?
[chain clinks]
[dark music]
It can't be.
Maybe he was a Kali master.
Like you.
In his life-life.
[chain clinks]
- And maybe you were thin, in your life-life.
- Looks like he's doing the form better than you.
Better than me?
Then that means he's way better than you.
- The difference is, I don't care.
[Crisanto belches]
[chain clinks]
You figure out how he got out?
Don't know.
The cell was open, but the key's right where we left it.
It's fuckin' weird.
It's twice now.
Maybe the lock's broken.
Maybe he's magic.
Maybe.
You need to get rid of that van. Same thing.
Beggar's Gulch. Dump it.
Ungrateful.
You're not the boss of me.
Besides.
We're even now.
Again with that?
[Crisanto sighs]
[dark music]
[Crisanto groans]
Oh, yeah.
- Nice. - You're gonna need this.
Don't forget it this time.
Can I keep these?
No.
- At least let me try to sell 'em.
No Nordak guns.
You're no fun.
Get the door.
[van doors slam]
[brooding acoustic guitar music]
[chain clinks]
You know, we used to use this cell
to hide Crisanto's still during inspections.
Though those tapered off, years ago.
I guess the local politicians decided
there were more pressing matters
than what sort of contraband the settlements were running.
Or perhaps they just lacked the manpower.
Nowadays, we use it for the occasional stray zombies
that we might come across.
Sorta like you.
We're supposed to hold them, call Nordak for disposal.
But eventually, I had a better idea.
Now I keep them a bit, so I can study them,
try to understand better what triggers them,
how good their senses are when they lock on prey.
What their weak points are.
I go out and hunt.
I kill your kind, Z.
Those lessons help me do it, each time,
a little quicker, a little better.
I've been doing it...
I don't know.
Maybe 10 years now?
The locals, some saw me.
Talked about it.
And they gave me a name.
They call me
the Hunter.
[Jonray chuckles]
Funny, huh?
I think 'cause this world's gone to hell,
they saw what I was doing and they romanticized it.
In their heads, I was doing it for them.
Clearing the undead. Making it safer for them.
I don't do it for them, Z.
I do it for me.
I despise your kind.
[chair thumps]
- I analyzed the data that we have
and we lost the signal about here, just short of Tugorios.
And the vehicle stopped?
- The towers aren't the best out there.
Too few safe zones, so the signal's weak.
We got the signal back briefly, here.
Just past the town,
before we lost it again for good.
[fingers click]
But we did get a report within the gulch
that the vehicle was seen here.
We've been focusing our search in that area.
And what about the van?
- The informant only mentioned a jeep.
All right.
- Send me that information. - Yes, sir.
[chain clinks]
[Jonray sighs]
[knife whooshes] [aggressive electronic music]
[knife whooshes]
[chain clinks]
[knife whooshes]
[rooster crows]
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
- [PA System] The following is a test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system.
It is only a test.
I repeat.
The following is a test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system.
It is only a test.
[Crisanto groans]
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
[ominous music]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts] [knife hacks]
[knife whooshes and clangs]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts]
[knife hacks] [blood splatters]
[Jonray grunts] [dramatic music]
[knife whooshes]
[zombie snarls]
[Jonray grunts]
[knife clangs] [alarm system buzzes]
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
This concludes this test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system,
brought to you by Nordak.
Living solutions for a dying world.
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
[Crisanto sighs]
- I know we got off to a rough start,
but I got a killer brew I think you'll enjoy.
I've never made a mix for a zombie before,
but I got you covered, Z.
I picked out all the best ingredients.
I know what you zombies like.
A little blood, a little guts, a little bones.
The hardest part is coming up with a name.
How about "Undeath by Whiskey"?
I don't know.
What do you think?
[suspenseful music]
Jonray!
What's happening now?
It's not there brother.
Again?
[knife scrapes]
[dramatic music] [knife whooshes]
Let's see what he does.
[knife whooshes]
[Jonray grunts]
Stop.
Who do you think you are?
You think you're human?
Well, you're not.
That'll never happen again.
[knife whooshes]
[knife scrapes]
Pick that shit up.
[eerie tones]
[chain clinks]
[gentle music]
You know...
I'm sorry for what I said.
It's just that what you did...
It's not possible.
It's just not possible.
But yet...
Here we are.
What do we do now?
[chain clinks]
[hatch door creaks]
[chain clinks]
[somber piano music]
[Jonray sighs]
[knife scrapes]
[knife whooshes]
[knife scrapes]
[chain clinks]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[Jonray grunts] [sticks clack]
Keep your hand up.
Up.
[Jonray grunts] [sticks clack]
[Jonray grunts]
What are you?
[Jonray grunts] [sticks clack]
[Jonray grunts]
I think that's enough for today.
Let's head back to the barn.
[eerie music]
[zombie wheezes]
[gun fires]
[Vin chuckles]
[bag zips]
Ah.
Just in time.
So you saw the van that we're looking for?
What about the driver?
[Vin scoffs]
Well, if you were to see him again,
would you be able to identify him?
Good.
You see this?
It's a cell phone.
Direct line to me, and me only.
You see that man again,
you call me.
You do that and all this can be yours.
So, what do you say?
We got a deal?
Good.
Now get outta here.
- [Bodyguard] One would have been good.
- You and I both know the radiation from that cell phone
will turn him within a week.
I need results, fast.
And I don't fail.
[bodyguard chuckles]
- Still lamenting over the one who got away.
For all signs point to her embrace,
within the dark arms of death.
Well, until I find a body,
the hunt's still on.
[eerie tones]
[muffled creaking]
[suspenseful music]
[muffled creaking]
[door creaks]
Damn Crisanto what a smell.
What're you doing in here?
[somber music]
[door creaks and closes]
[match strikes]
[fire crackles]
[somber music continues]
Jonray!
What's up brother?
I'm heading into town.
Starting a new brew.
Running low on supplies.
You need anything?
No, No all good.. I'm good.
[Crisanto screams] [eerie tones]
God damn it!
Z! You gotta stop doing that!
Jonray!
Why does he have those clothes?
What's wrong with the clothes?
I thought Johnny can use some new clothes.
"Johnny"?
You're kidding me, right?
You're giving him the name "Johnny"?
Crisanto please.
Let it go.
"Let it go."
He's not a lost puppy that you just found
and you're gonna keep forever!
He's a zombie!
An unusual one, yes, but he's still a zombie!
People are gonna come looking for him!
Hopefully, that doctor, but if not, then other people!
Powerful people!
And don't say, So what are you going to do?
- What. You don't think I realize that?
No! I don't belive you do.
Don't believe it then.
Later.
Z!
[door slams]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
[Jonray sighs]
You, uh...
You did good today, Johnny.
Maybe one day, we'll move you up to the house.
Do me a favor, though.
For now,
stay here.
[Jonray sighs]
[ominous tones]
[fire crackles]
[glass clinks]
[birds chirp]
[eerie music]
[distant engine revs]
[barn door slams]
[distant gun fires]
[tense music]
[gun fires rapidly]
Hard!
And Johnny, where is he?
In front. Go get him.
[gun fires rapidly] [alarm system buzzes]
[zombies snarl]
[knife plunges] [zombie snarls]
[knife hacks] [Jonray grunts]
[zombie roars]
[knife hacks] [Jonray grunts]
[alarm system buzzes] [tense music continues]
[zombie snarls]
[knife scrapes] [zombies snarl]
[gun fires rapidly]
[knife hacks] [zombies snarl]
[knife scrapes]
[knife thuds]
[foot thuds]
[zombie snarls] [Jonray grunts]
[knife hacks] [Jonray grunts]
[victim screams]
[Jonray screams] [alarm system buzzes]
[zombie snarls]
[knife whooshes]
[Jonray screams]
[alarm system buzzes rhythmically]
[Jonray grunts]
Johnny. Johnny?
Dad?
Johnny.
No.
[alarm system buzzes rhythmically]
[gasps] No!
[muffled wind howls]
[water trickles]
[Jonray gulps]
[tense music]
[Jonray grunts] [knife thuds]
[Jonray grunts]
[invader grunts]
[fist thuds] [invader groans]
[foot thuds]
[both grunt]
[invader groans]
Where is he?
Don't.
I just want Patient Z.
Please.
[bleak music]
I was there the day they brought Patient Z in.
They said he was just another zombie
brought in for testing, but I had my doubts.
His cells regenerated.
No zombie ever did that.
They knew his blood was a resistance to the virus,
before we had even conducted one test.
And I could tell he felt things.
Pain.
- [Jonray] I found something on Johnny.
"Johnny"?
He's my brother.
[brooding acoustic guitar music]
Dr. Lars.
How about that short stack of pancakes?
You know...
I didn't catch it.
Emge.
Emge Gort.
That's a beautiful name.
Why don't I show you my room?
We can let these two adults have some quiet time,
and discuss business.
Sorry. You're not my type.
Not your, what?
Strong and muscular?
I'm slouching.
Look.
This is it.
I mean, some of it's missing.
The initial prep but I can fill in those blanks easy enough.
Can you imagine it?
A permanent cure?
No more payouts on weekly treatments?
One shot at birth and you're immune to the bites.
Immune to the radiation.
This will cripple Nordak, in the long run.
Look, we have to get Johnny outta here.
I have a lab, well hidden.
We have to get him there.
- Wait. A permanent cure for what?
I'll explain later.
You are taking him?
- Well, yes, of course. We can't keep him here.
I'm amazed you've been able to keep him hidden this long.
- I've seen heavy patrols in town,
but the outskirts are vast.
They don't come around here anymore.
- But they will, eventually, when Patient Z doesn't turn up.
Regardless, we need my lab and I think the two of you
would wanna get back to your lives.
I'll go with you.
- Look, if you're worried about me, I have Emge here,
and a larger escort set up near the south gate.
- I'm going, at least till you get back.
After that, if I'm comfortable, I'll head back here.
- It's not me you're worried about.
How you call him Johnny.
You care about him.
- Are you guys expecting anyone else?
[door slams]
[gun fires] [Lars screams]
[intense music]
See, monster boy?
I knew she was alive.
[knife thuds]
[gun fires] [Vin grunts]
[bodyguard grunts]
[all grunt]
[bodyguard roars]
[gun fires]
[Vin groans]
[gun fires]
[bodyguard screams]
[bodyguard groans]
[both grunt]
[knife clangs] [both grunt]
[fists thud] [both grunt]
[bodyguard grunts]
[table smashes]
[Crisanto screams]
[gun fires] [Crisanto groans]
Stupid.
[gun fires]
[Crisanto grunts]
[fist thuds] [Crisanto groans]
[Crisanto pants]
[both grunt]
[knife scrapes]
[fist thuds] [bodyguard roars]
Crisanto!
[bodyguard growls]
[foot thuds] [bodyguard groans]
[fist thuds] [both grunt]
[fist thuds]
[Jonray screams]
[Jonray groans]
[bodyguard breathes heavily]
- Death takes me, but I won't go alo...
[bodyguard groans] [tense music]
[bodyguard snarls]
[Crisanto screams]
[Crisanto grunts]
[bodyguard snarls]
[foot thuds]
[Jonray grunts]
Crisanto!
Triangle.
Crossover.
[bodyguard snarls]
Move forward
Again.
Pull hard!
[flesh squelches]
[both pant]
Damn bro.
You've been practicing.
- Who else is gonna keep you safe?
[Crisanto pants]
[dark music]
He's usually nearby.
I'll check the woods.
If he's not there, I'll double check the house.
Dr. Lars, you cover the aqueduct.
Crisanto, try the yard to the right and if not there
then come back here
We leave then.
We can't.
We're not leaving Johnny.
Brother
[dark music continues]
[brooding acoustic guitar music]
[suspenseful music]
I do not know who you are!
And I do not know how you found this property
in the first place.
But if you give me Patient Z, we will not kill you.
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
- [PA System] The following is a test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system.
It is only a test.
[boss chuckles]
- Let's take it easy, old man. - Ten.
Nine.
- Cooperate and I may even be willing to make a donation,
or two, to your struggling farm.
[Pa System] Three.
Two.
One. [alarm system buzzes]
[Jonray grunts] [dramatic orchestral music]
[gun fires rapidly]
[soldier groans] [gun fires rapidly]
[guns fire rapidly]
[Jonray grunts]
[knife clangs]
[Jonray grunts]
[fist thuds]
[soldier grunts]
[knife clangs]
[knife whooshes]
[knife hacks] [soldier screams]
[soldier groans] [guns fire rapidly]
[knife whooshes and hacks]
[soldier groans]
[Jonray groans]
[Jonray grunts]
[knife hacks]
[soldier screams]
[Jonray grunts]
[knife hacks] [soldier groans]
[gun fires] [baton clangs]
[knife hacks]
[knife thuds] [soldier groans]
[foot thuds] [soldier groans]
[Jonray grunts]
[gun fires] [Jonray groans]
[knife hacks]
[knife plunges]
[gun fires]
[knife hacks]
[Jonray grunts]
[knife plunges] [alarm system buzzes]
[Jonray] Johnny!
Dad?
I'm okay, Dad.
- Oh, thank Jesus Christ, Holy Father,
Lord you're alright.
Dad?
[alarm system hums rhythmically]
[blood drips]
- [Pa System] This concludes this test
of the emergency zombie broadcast system,
brought to you by Nordak.
Living solutions for a dying world.
- I will give you one last chance.
Tell me where Patient Z is and I will let you go.
[Jonray groans]
Of course, I cannot promise you will live,
but at least you will not die at this very moment,
at the hands of my friend here.
[somber orchestral music]
Hurry up.
My family is waiting for me.
- You see, my associate here, Mr. Clark.
He has a quirk that I find interesting.
You see, he never looks a person in the eye,
unless he intends to kill them.
[Jonray groans]
[flesh squelches] [Jonray groans]
[knife scrapes] [blood splatters]
[body thumps]
[Johnny roars] [intense music]
[sword whooshes]
[foot thuds]
[baton thuds] [soldier groans]
[knife hacks]
[baton thuds]
[foot thuds] [soldier groans]
[tense music]
[knife whooshes]
[sword hacks]
Mr. Clark!
[suspenseful music]
You have changed, Patient Z.
Impressive. [chuckles]
But I am not surprised.
You see, you are not just some person
who was infected with the disease.
No.
But I know what you really are.
And if you knew what that was,
you would know that I could never let you escape.
[dramatic music]
Z!
[glass shatters] [flames roar]
[guns fire rapidly]
Z!
[guns fire rapidly]
[soldier groans]
[gun fires rapidly]
Z!
Come on!
[guns fire rapidly]
You can run, Patient Z!
But you will want to come find me.
And you already know exactly how to do that.
[dramatic music continues]
Johnny!
[engine revs]
[guns fire rapidly]
[birds chirp] [somber music]
[somber music continues]
[motorcycle engine revs]
This used to be Jonray's favorite place.
He'd come up here with Johnny.
I'm not sure if he told you that.
That was his son's name.
My nephew.
Johnny.
Johnny loved watching the bikers.
They'd sit up here together, for hours.
Right here.
When he was old enough, he got his own bike.
He was a smart kid.
Smartest kid I ever knew.
Not really coordinated, though.
He was never great at it.
But he kept trying.
Slowly.
He was improving.
Jonray, though?
He was a great dad.
He'd sit up here and watch him all day, if he could.
And when he was done,
Johnny would come up to him and ask him how he did.
Jonray would praise him.
Every time.
[Crisanto breathes heavily]
Ask him...
He'd tell him how wonderful he did.
How proud he was.
After Johnny died,
Jonray only came up here just one more time.
Then...
I don't think he could take it anymore.
He used to be such a happy guy.
But the bitterness took over.
He picked up his sword.
He'd go into the dead zone.
He never put it down again.
But I don't think I need to tell you about any of that.
[Crisanto sighs]
[motorcycle engines rev]
Johnny!
[ominous tones]
[ominous music]
[Johnny whooshes]
[knife hacks] [soldiers groan]
[body thumps]
[ominous music continues]
[door locks clunk]
[zombies snarl]
[gun fires rapidly]
[soldier screams]
[zombies snarl] [flesh squelches]
[ominous music continues]
[knife plunges]
[alarm buzzes rhythmically]
[aggressive electronic music]
[knife plunges]
[guns fire rapidly]
[alarm buzzes rhythmically]
[aggressive electronic music] [guns fire rapidly]
[knife scrapes]
[gun fires rapidly]
[knife hacks]
[knife plunges]
[body thumps]
[alarm buzzes rhythmically] [suspenseful music]
[knife hacks]
[body thumps]
[alarm buzzes rhythmically] [suspenseful music continues]
[footsteps approach]
[suspenseful music]
[sword scrapes]
[knife clangs]
[suspenseful music swells and intensifies]
[Clark spits]
[dramatic music] [knife clangs]
[sword whooshes]
[knife clangs]
[knife whooshes]
[knife clangs]
[knife whooshes and clangs]
[knife clangs]
[blood splatters]
[sword whooshes]
[sword plunges] [dramatic music]
[flesh squelches]
[sword clinks]
[flesh squelches]
[sword plunges]
[sword clangs]
[sword whooshes]
[body thumps]
You think you've won today?
You only caught me by surprise here.
But I know you will come looking for me.
And I will let you find me, because Z,
I don't think you are ready for what you will find.
[sword clangs] [glass shatters]
[brooding music]
[ominous music]
[dramatic electronic music]
[aggressive electronic music]
[dark electronic music]
* There is
* A house
* In New Orleans
* They call
* The Rising Sun
* And it's been
* The ruin
* Of many a poor boy
* And God
* I know
* I'm one
* My mother was
* A tailor
* She sewed
* My new blue jeans
* My father was
* A gamblin' man
* Down in New Orleans
* Well, I got one foot
* On the platform
* And the other foot
* On the train
* Going back
* To New Orleans
* To wear that ball
* And chain
* There is a house
* In New Orleans
* They call
* The Rising Sun
* And it's been the ruin
* Of many a poor boy
* And God
* I know
* I'm one