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Listen closely.

I've got less than a minute to
tell you what you need to know.

Put your phones away
and pay attention.

Or you could end up
as someone's dinner.

All of this is classified.

Well, I guess it was, until now.

Isolated cases of a zombie virus

started popping up
around the country.

Yup. Zombies.

A small covert agency was
formed to quietly contain it...

By any means necessary.

Literally.

I was recruited,
along with others like me,

because of our...

I guess you could say,
special skills.

More on me later.

We still don't know
much about the virus,

or how it started.

All we do know is

it turns people into zombie
freaks who eat all of your organs.

Even the nasty, ugly ones.

Ew. Yuck.

And for all of you who
can't keep it in your pants,

use protection.

Because it's transmitted
through sex.

Damn! You're sexy.

I can't believe I'm hooking up
with the hottest girl in school.

I'm all yours, Jake Stephens.

What do you want to do to me?

I really wanna eat you.

Touchdown.

Ow!

Wait! Are you biting me?

Sorry. Am I doing this wrong?

I wish I could say this was
the most disturbing thing

to happen to me today.

But it isn't even close.

Don't stop now.

You were about to get to
second base with your pillow.

Nope. That isn't it either.

What are you doing in my room?

Gross.

Need your morning medicine?

You want a hit?

You're a great role model.

Hi, Daddy.

I was helping Jake get up.

Thank you, sweetheart.

You know that career aptitude
test you took this week?

Yeah, Adam made his sheet
look like a vagina.

His parents must be proud.

Well, the results came in.

How'd I do?

You failed.

Failed a career test?

You're the first person in
the history of the test to do it.

And you thought
Adam's parents were proud.

I'm serious, Jake.

It's not just the test.

The vice principal said
you show no interest

or appear to be
engaged in anything.

That's not true.

I have interests.

Like what?

You know that's not what
eating her out means, right?

Yeah.

I don't think you do.

Poor dream Amanda.

As if hooking up with you
wasn't bad enough.

What are you guys talking about?

How Jake can't even dream about
nailing Amanda without fucking it up.

I could.

What the hell does she
see in Chazz Slade?

I mean, you only
don't like him 'cause

he's always shoving
your head in the toilet.

Yeah,
obviously that's why I don't like him.

Hey!

What the fuck
are you staring at?

Me? I wasn't staring. Me
and my friends were just...

Just trying to get
my locker to...

It never opens.

Get to it and stop
eye fucking my girl.

I'm not your girl anymore.

Your locker, huh?

Hey, you know I, uh...

I really dug your speech
in class this morning.

The only time I said anything

was when I asked to
go see the nurse

because my stomach hurt.

That's the one. I, um...

My stomach's been hurting, too,

so it really spoke to me.

How's this for a speech?

Let him go!

Ugh!

Nice chatting with you,
Chazz. See you in class.

Thanks for bailing on me.

Check out Fernandez.

He cut holes in his pocket
so he can jerk off in class.

Kid's a fucking genius.

Good morning, students.

Today in class we're
gonna be watching a movie.

Superbad.

Yeah!

No, no.

We're gonna watch a film
on the dangers of unsafe sex.

We're gonna see some titties? Now,
come on.

This is mandated
by the U.S. government

for every grade level.

So it's my civic duty to insist

that you all pay attention.

Try to learn something.

I'm so not in the mood
to watch this.

Why not?

You went bareback with that punker
chick from Landmines the other night.

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, no!

I poured Listerine on
my junk when I got home.

It kills all the germs.

Right?

How does that feel?

Mr. DeCarlo.

You have something you wanna
share with the rest of the class?

Jake does.

Why don't you tell
everyone the story about

stuffing your unwrapped hot
dog in that girl's dirty buns?

Okay, okay. Come on,
come on. Grow up.

After this film,
there's gonna be a pop quiz

on why that joke's not funny.

Okay?

Keep your thinking caps on.

Dude, not cool.

- You really think I got something from her?
- Shh. Pay attention.

Meet your average teenage boy.

That band sucked. Am I right?

I'm drunk

and bored.

He thinks
he's going to get lucky.

But there's a price to pay
for a few seconds of pleasure.

This is the story of...

Jake's mistake.

Of course his name is Jake.

What was in that weed
I smoked this morning?

Jake's just met
a sexual wildcat on the prowl.

We'll call her Mazzy.

Have you got a condom?

Mazzy says she doesn't
believe in condoms.

And Jake doesn't believe in saying no
to anyone willing to have sex with him.

Sure it feels good now.

Really good.

So good.

But I bet Jake won't
feel so good the next day

when he looks down
his pants and sees this.

Don't be like Jake.

What the fuck's wrong with him?

Oh, he's convinced that Mazzy girl
from STD University gave him AIDS.

What were you supposed
to do? Not have sex with her?

Was that an option?

I'd be more worried
about knocking her up.

At least pregnancy
is an easy fix.

I mean, anyone that let
Jake nail her has probably got

a "buy two and get one free"
punch card at the abortion clinic.

Oh, fuck. Here comes
Head-Cam Harold.

Have you seen Mr. Robot?

She's missing.

What's with all
the missing dogs lately?

Have you seen Mr. Robot?
She's missing.

It's called Itty Bitty Twitty.

It's like Twitter's
adorbs little baby.

But instead of 140 characters,

you only get 20.

Cuts out all
the boring small talk.

What do you think, Amanda?

You want to be on the
Itty Bitty Twitty Committee?

That's the worst idea
I've ever heard.

People don't use Twitter
for small talk.

They use it for, like,
important statements and stuff.

A simple no
would have been fine.

I'm sorry.

I haven't been feeling well.

I can tell.

You look terrible.

Think those two ever hook up?

Of course.

Why else would you join
the cheerleaders, right?

You know, that shit
doesn't happen in real life.

Right?

Wanna bet?

I'd love to say this was
another dream or hallucination,

but this was really happening.

And if Amanda Blake
was doing it,

who was I to say no?

Come on, come on,
we got to get out of here!

And that's when it happened.

Dude, what's wrong
with your face?

For the record,

this is the most disturbing
thing that happened today.

Hello again.

You've seen a couple of
teenagers eat a bunch of people

and make a big, bloody mess.

Finally, it's my time
to enter the picture.

Remember the whole secret
government agency thing?

Well, here we go.

Hmm. Meatloaf. Gross.

Must be weird
to be back in high school.

Hmm. Mine had way fewer corpses.

Tom's my partner.

He acts super serious
all the time,

because he thinks
we're saving humanity.

I guess we kind of are.

Reevaluating hunting
necrotics as your career choice.

I mean, the government
gave me a choice.

This or jury duty.

So I went with hunting necros.

We like to call
zombies necrotics,

because it makes us
sound smarter.

Highest body count
we've ever had.

Hey, is that an honor student,

or an eggplant parmesan
in a crew neck?

Quit being morbid and get a handle on this,
all right?

He's not always such
a Debbie Downer.

Hey, we kinda look
like twins, don't we?

The resemblance is uncanny.

Think she got a video?

Make our job easier.

Let's see.

Yeah.

Looks like we're doing it
the old-fashioned way.

What's her fucking problem?

Itty Bitty Twitty
is a great idea.

Better than Gone Pom,
her pompom tracking app.

Who am I kidding?

That idea was awesome.

She's awesome.

Oh, my God.
Is she trying to kiss me?

I... didn't know Amanda was...

There were two of them.

At least we know
why he was so hungry.

Yeah, we should put out an APB to
every 7-Eleven and taco truck in the area.

Sorry, Adam.

Funny, tasty son of a bitch.

"Funny, tasty son of a bitch."

What was that?

Uh, nothing.
Uh, I made a connection.

Hopefully they're
still together.

They can be easier to track.

Let's go kill some necros.

I can't really explain it,

but I didn't get the typical
necro vibe from Jake.

Maybe it's because
he was my age, or...

Or maybe I was getting a
psychic high from his vaporizer.

But, look, whatever it was,

he felt less like a monster,

and more like someone I might
have been friends with in high school.

Too bad he had to die.

Jake.

Jake!

Jake! Wake up!

Holy shit.

Am I dreaming again?

What the fuck!

What happened?

You don't remember?

I remember you kissing
Cindy Flemming.

You guys like
a couple now, or...

I wasn't kissing her.

Okay, I think I passed out.

'Cause I had this
really freaky dream.

It wasn't a dream.

We ate our friends.

Look, there's no way
we ate our friends.

That just doesn't happen.

Then how do you explain the fact
that we're both covered in blood?

Hmm?

Or that dead guy over there?

Do you need more proof?

Kinda.

This was on the ground
next to you.

You probably could have
led with this.

We're fucking zombies.

- What?
- Mmm-hmm.

No!

The only person that believes
in zombies is my crazy brother.

And he also believes
that aliens sank the Titanic.

Whoa. So the alien spaceship
made of ice or something? Or how...

Okay, fine.
Fine, fine, fine, fine.

Then how would you explain it?

I don't know.

We need to get out of here.

Where are we going?

We're covered in blood
right next to a dead guy!

That's a good point.

Ugh!

I didn't know
you took auto shop.

My dad taught me this.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is kind of a mom car.

Can we steal a sportscar
or something?

We need to go, now.

All right, fine.
But I'm driving.

Well, this
shouldn't be too hard.

He doesn't seem all that smart.

Kinda goofy actually.

You know that kid in school,
always made jokes, never gave a shit?

Hey!

I'm sorry. I know. Rule one,
never humanize the target.

What's that?

It's a stick shift, you idiot!

He just ate.
So his heart's beating again.

He'll get hungry again soon.

Then he won't seem
so fucking human.

Should we call for backup?

After their all-you-can-eat
lunchroom orgy?

I'm not taking any chances.

Whoa, whoa, Officer.
Don't shoot.

I said don't shoot, asshole.

No wonder nobody likes cops.

Ow!

Ah!

You all right?

Whoa!

Ow!

You okay?

Why isn't he eating
my spleen right now?

Uh... Yeah.

You?

It's bad, huh?

Uh, um...

There.

No one will notice.

That's right. I'm fixing the
hoodie of a flesh-eating cannibal.

But he asked if I was okay.

Boys who are alive
never ask if I'm okay.

Put your eye back in your
head and get in the goddamn car.

Come on!

We're here to help you.

How does it look?

Not bionic,

but fine otherwise.

- You?
- Don't worry about me.

We need to shut this down fast.

I heard they're
sending Alastaire.

In training we called him
Creepy Mr. Bowtie.

Don't ever let him
hear you say that.

Still no luck tracking them?

No, the force is no longer
strong with Darth Vaper.

I lost the connection and there
was nothing at the parking lot.

And no idea who helped them?

Not a clue.

He, um... He talked to me.

Who did?

The boy necro.

I mean, this is the first time
I've ever been so close to one.

He even kind of smiled.

Probably because
he saw his dinner.

What the hell you thinking?

You know what
they're capable of.

I'm sorry, I...

Come on. We got a full night
of Incident Management.

Incident Management?

Why don't they just
call it what it is?

Brainwashing.

Oh, you think they'd
prefer to remember?

You look amazing.

I mean, you're... You're healed.

Like, two eyes and everything.

You, too.

Motherfucker, I'm Wolverine!

He's one of the X-Men.
He has healing powers.

I know who Wolverine is.

I had a huge crush on him
in Les Mis.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe we're not zombies.

Maybe we're some superheroes.

Superheroes don't
eat their friends.

Do you remember how we got here?

Yeah. I think a couple
of lesbians brought us.

How do you know
they were lesbians?

One of them was
carrying a wrench.

You're an idiot.

Either of you fucking noobs
try anything shady,

I will not hesitate to put
an arrow through your brain.

And believe me,
you won't get up from that.

I'm Summer and this is Grace.

Uh...

Oh,
good. You found the clothing I left you.

Um, and these should fit you.

Thanks.

I am so sorry for the way
everything was handled.

But thankfully we got to you
before it was too late.

I think it's a sign that the
universe is protecting you.

Or we heard about
the attack on our scanner

and found you before
the NCD finished the job.

The Necrotic Control Division.

They hunt down people like us.

Anyone infected with
the zombie virus.

So it's true?

We're zombies?

- We all are.
- Yes!

It's caused by a virus?

How did I get it? Nobody bit me.

It's transmitted through sex.

- So you can thank him.
- I wish.

Is your boyfriend retarded?

He's not my boyfriend.

I got it from somebody else.

You corrected her on that, but you
didn't correct her about the retarded part.

We're not zombies now.

What makes us freak out
and eat people?

Anything that
gets your adrenaline going.

Hunger and fear
are the usual triggers.

Among other things.

Wrench.

Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

So eating people
makes it go away?

Not away,
more like into remission.

Well, if it's a virus,
there's got to be a cure.

Right?

So that's it?

It just comes and goes
like herpes of the undead?

That's one way of putting it.

You're both welcome
to stay here for the night.

We have TV, blankets
and pillows,

and help yourself to more rodents
if you feel yourself starting to turn.

It's not the same
as eating people,

but it will keep you
from changing for a while.

Thank you.

See you in the morning.

- You're lucky.
- I feel lucky.

Okay, can we take a minute
to acknowledge the fact

that I was right about the
zombies and the lesbians?

Congratulations.

Are you happy now?

No.

Right this way.

When can I go home?

Soon.

We just need to talk to you
about what happened today.

Okay.

But it all happened so fast.

You probably think that
going into people's minds

is an invasion of
privacy or something.

But 99% of what I see

these kids have already
posted on Instagram.

The surface thoughts
are the easiest.

Why is this weird girl
staring at me?

Why is she dressed like she's
in a Miss Hot Janitor Contest?

And typically the most useless.

Luckily, the attack
just happened,

so the memory shouldn't
be buried too deep.

The next step is
to manipulate her memory.

A zombie outbreak would
cause mass panic.

But...

a school shooting?

Very sadly, just another
mundane America.

Another high school shooting
occurred this month...

That's bullshit.

They used my
junior high picture?

Amanda Blake,
frustrated popular girl,

and her secret unpopular
boy toy Jacob Stephens,

hatched a plan to get
revenge on a school

that never took them seriously.

Guns bought on the Internet,

a cold-blooded killing spree,

a cowardly escape.

I am not that unpopular,
all right?

I have friends.

Or had friends.

And you, my boy toy?

Oh, now they've
really gone too far.

According to authorities,
the two suspects are now in custody.

Wait, why do they want
people to think they caught us?

The people chasing us
weren't trying to catch us.

They were trying to kill us.

I don't think that girl was.

What girl?

The one who looked like
a cuter Ripley from Aliens.

Anyway, this reeks
of a cover-up.

My brother was right.

It's horrible.

I can't believe
my son was involved.

Thanks, Dad.

He's just not smart enough
to plan something like this.

Or anything.

Thanks, Dad.

You know, I think maybe
you're a little bit smarter

than what your dad
gives you credit for.

That's the nicest thing
you've ever said to me.

Not fair.

I always thought you were funny.

You thought about me?

We've gone to school
together for four years.

I can't help but think
about you from time to time.

So, um, what do you think?

That you were funny.

I literally just told you that.

I know you've
been through a lot,

but I just need to ask you
a few questions.

I understand you were
dating Amanda Blake.

I am dating her.

Do you have a problem with that?

Were you aware of her
relationship with Jake Stephens?

There's no way
she was fucking that geek.

I didn't know Amanda,

but this jersey with a head

seemed more her type than Jake.

Shit. Why am I thinking
about Jake?

Focus, Cass.

Okay, Chazz, what brilliant
thoughts have you got for me?

This guy better
stop lying about Amanda,

or I'll eat him!

Tom, look out!

Stop!

Well, that was new.

Tom?

No.

No, Tom is getting patched up.
He's gonna be fine.

Hello, Cassandra.

Do you remember me?

Creepy Mr. Bowtie.

- Yes, sir.
- Please, call me Alastaire.

It was very impressive
what you did back there.

You've come a long way
since your training.

I don't even know what I did.

Oh, it feels like someone drove
an ice pick through my skull.

Don't worry, it gets easier.

You know,
most telepaths take years

to develop
cogno manipulative skills.

To do what you did with
a necrotic at your age...

You've got a very bright
future ahead of you at NCD.

- Is Chazz dead?
- No.

Thanks to you,
he's preserved for study.

Do you know where
the other two necrotics are?

Since you're the one
who made the connection,

you're the only one
who can track them down.

Think you can handle that?

Yes, sir. I just need something
that belonged to them.

I've got one of his books.

- Now?
- Mmm-hmm.

You know, this should
gross me out,

but it looks delicious.

I know what you mean.

Like,
I know you're holding a rat right now,

but all I see
is a nacho with a tail.

Wouldn't picturing
a gummy rat make more sense?

Eh, never liked those.

Made me feel like
I was eating a rat.

Its squeals for help are,
kind of, killing my appetite.

Hmm.

♪ Seeing red Here we go again

♪ Up in your face
Breaking plates

♪ In the zone again

♪ A little heat
Yeah, that's how I like it

♪ Push and pull Punching holes

♪ Now, the fire's lit

♪ It's a twisted game

♪ But I love it I love it

♪ It... It's so insane

♪ Yet I love it ♪

Whoa!

Um, I couldn't find them.

I don't think he ever used this.

I see.

Let's try tomorrow.

Perhaps we'll find something
that's more important to him.

Meanwhile, you rest up.

Oh, that's so sweet.

Morning, sleepy head.

Summer was just about to tell me

how she and Grace met.

We met right by the Iowa border.

Ah. The potato state.
How romantic.

That's Idaho, dumb-ass.

We had heard there
were people like us in Iowa.

There were even rumors
of a cure.

It was all bullshit.

Not all.

There was no cure,
but there were zombies.

Only they weren't nice like us.

My brother's
always been convinced

that Iowa was full of zombies.

It was awful. Death everywhere,

zombie gangs killing each other

when NCD agents
weren't killing them.

We were lucky
to get out with our lives.

I made Grace promise
that would never happen to us.

Since then, we've tried
to live under the radar.

You know, just keeping
to ourselves,

eating animals
for as long as we can.

Until the hunger
gets too strong.

And then what?

Meet Franklin.

Rapist and pedophile.

You got a picture of the kid?

What was he doing?

Something you may have
trouble with for a while.

Never mind.
It's all dead ends here.

All right, I gotta
let Alastaire know.

He won't be happy.

How's the arm?

Still attached to my shoulder,
thanks to you.

I am so sorry.

I should have noticed the
signs of necrotization earlier.

- I...
- I'm not complaining.

You saved my life, Cass.
Thank you.

Now, don't stop on my account.

Keep looking.

At least my family thinks
I'm doing something important.

His family thinks
he's a monster.

Yeah, he ate
his best friend's stomach.

Most necro minds are like a cold,
dark freezer,

but Jake's is, like, bathing in a
warm fountain of melted cheese.

You're on a first-name
basis with the target now?

It's Alastaire.

He says he's sending a car
to pick you up.

He has something that'll
help you find the kid.

Okay.

Word of advice,
don't lie to him again.

Do you trust him?

He wants to save the world

from being eaten by necros.

Imagine what'll happen
if he fails.

Everything looks very nice.

It's just like Thanksgiving.

Thank you.

Just because we're zombies

doesn't mean
we can't be civilized.

Uh, I think he's trying
to say something.

You have made a mistake.

I volunteer
at the homeless shelter.

I deliver pills to the elderly.

Huh. Then, uh...

what is this for?

Wait, wait,
wait. That's your proof he's a pedophile?

I mean, that just
makes him lame.

Oh.

Ooh, that's not good!

Candy.

That's just stuff.
I haven't done anything!

That's what
you told the principal

at North Valley Middle School.

Hell yes!

They couldn't prove shit!

We heard. But here's the thing,

we believe those kids.

Okay, you got me!

I can't help myself! I'm sick!

- We're sick, too.
- And hungry.

So, this one is good for scraping
the meat out from under the ribs.

And this one is great
if you want to get

to those hard-to-reach places
under the jaw.

Use this if you wanna
pop a spleen.

What? Let me go!

I know people in the police...

That's why we don't
take out the gags.

All right.

Grace!

Napkin!

We're not animals.

Should we say something
before we dig in?

Nice idea.

Thank you, O' Lord, for this bountiful
blessing you've placed before us.

Screw it! Let's eat!

- Dick's all yours.
- Thank you?

Um, are you scared?

I'm starving!

You wanted to see me?

Please remember to stay
behind the yellow line.

Chazz?

I have to thank you again

for capturing him alive.

I was beginning to run out
of test subjects.

Test subjects for what?

Something I've been working on
for quite some time.

I call it The Pavlov.

Chazz, kneel.

You see, Cass,
we've been able to turn around

this atrocity of a situation
to our advantage.

As destructive as necrotics are,

they are still basically
just like animals.

Like any animal,
they can be trained.

The Pavlov gives Chazz
a good behavior reward,

so he begins to bond with me.

His mutating DNA
develops an affinity for mine.

And then, once he's trained,
he can be used

to fight each other or,
well, whatever we want.

Why would you do that?

The necrotics,
they are a lost cause.

But think of a defense force
or even a labor force

that is completely
beholden to us.

The Stephens boy
doesn't have to die.

He can be yours
to do with as you please.

All you have to do is
just tell me where he is.

I already told you
I don't know where he is.

That's too bad.

I'm sorry I have to do this,

but I'm here to save lives.

Have you met
Jake's sister, Kelly?

What's she doing here?

Everything is going to be fine.

But I have to caution you to
please stay behind the yellow line.

She doesn't know anything!

But you do!

Are you going to tell me or...

Help me!

Jake Stephens and the girl
are at a house

eighty miles outside
Governor's Crossing on Route 64.

The truth.

Excellent.

Kneel.

Good Chazz.

Good Cass.

They're, uh, getting
pretty into it.

A little too into it.

I wonder what's for dessert.

I'm not sure
I wanna stay and find out.

- What, you wanna leave?
- You don't?

We're safe here. I mean,
there's free food, free TV.

I think I saw an old
Nintendo 64 downstairs.

Jake, the NCD will
never stop looking for us.

We need to find
my brother in Illinois.

Why? Thought you said
he was crazy.

My definition of crazy has
changed in the last 24 hours.

He knew about zombies in Iowa.

If there's a cure,
maybe he'll know about that, too.

Grace said
the cure was bullshit.

Just because
they didn't find one

doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Haven't you ever seen
a zombie movie?

The cure never exists.

Fine. Stay here.

Maybe we're not as good
a team as I thought.

Wait, we're a team?

"Targets are now an asset"

"better preserved
than eliminated."

He's turning them into
necro slaves, you know.

"Only terminate if under
threat of mortal danger."

I'll go along with that part.

Jake had two futures,

end up dead, or worse,
be some kind of zombie pet.

I didn't have much time.

Amanda Blake wants to go
on a road trip with you,

and you said no. Are you insane?

Government agents are
out there trying to kill you

and you want to leave.
Are you insane?

All right, come on, Jake,

make a decision about something.

Run!

Let's get this over with.

Are they in there?

Move out!

I consider myself
in mortal danger.

We're supposed
to take them alive.

That look like an asset to you?

House is clear.

My team will secure
the necrotic.

Where are the other two?

They must have escaped.

Weird to think that whoever
owned this car a week ago

became a midnight snack
for a pair of lesbian zombies

in a country kitchen.

What did they put
in the care package?

Uh, some more clothes,

blankets,

uh, of course the snacks,

and a map of people to eat.

Who knew the sexual offender
registry could be so useful?

No kidding.

There's more sex offenders
than McDonald's.

It's like Yelp for zombies.

I'm glad you decided
to come with me.

Well, uh, you made
some good points.

And when I was in the house,
I could have sworn

I saw that cute government girl,

like, warning me to leave.

The Ripley chick?

I mean, it was probably
just my imagination,

but it scared
the crap out of me.

So, I didn't
get you to leave, she did.

It was a team effort.

Want some advice?

Girls don't usually like it

when you fantasize
about other girls.

I'm sorry.

Want to hear all the
fantasies I've had about you?

No, thanks.

Are there a lot?

More than I care to admit.

I promise you that
they were all very tasteful.

Too bad.

At least now we know
who helped them.

You want to explain
what happened here?

Mmm. Creepy Mr. Bowtie
wanted two necros,

we found two necros.
Just different ones.

I'm not handing over Jake so
Alastaire can turn him into a zombie pet.

All right,
maybe I agree with you about the pet thing,

but it's still our job
to contain these monsters.

Stop calling him a monster.

Did you ever think maybe
we're just hunting sick people?

Yes.

But it makes you so sick
that you would rip

someone's daughter to shreds
right in front of them.

I can still hear
her sweet little girl voice.

Daddy, why is this man
eating me?

Jeez, Tom,
stop being such a pussy.

I'm sorry about Kimberly, but...

But Jake wouldn't do that.

Really? 'Cause there's a
bunch of kids from his high school

who would disagree
if they could.

More strange and dark details

emerging from eastern
New Jersey tonight,

at the home of Dick Cheney
High School senior Chazz Slade,

where the mutilated bodies
of his family

have just been discovered.

That wasn't us, right?

Nope. Chazz is a zombie.

I thought
he was just an asshole.

Oh, yeah, he is.

I knew that asshole
was cheating on me.

And here's the proof.
He gave me the virus.

I'm a fucking zombie
because of Chazz.

You sure?

I mean, he was already
top contender

for most likely
to murder his family.

He's the only guy
I've ever been with.

But you're Amanda Blake.

Every guy in school
wants to bone you.

So, I must have let them?

No, no. I mean, no.

I'm just, like, why Chazz?

You're not gonna get this,

but it was like it was expected.

You've seen him.
It was high school.

It's not like I'm looking
to get married.

You think I'm superficial.

No.

Hey.

If the captain of the
cheerleaders asked me out,

I'd jump at the chance.

You know I'm talking
about you, right?

Yes, I'm aware I'm the
captain of the cheerleaders.

Or was the captain, anyway.

What about you? How
did you catch the virus?

You're not gonna
get this, but...

Chazz.

I'm serious. Who was it?

Terry Adams?

The girl that sniffs
her hands? Come on.

Give me a little credit.

Fine.

Then who?

You won't know her.
She was from out of town.

Normally, I'd call someone
a virgin if they told me that.

But here we are.

Zombie Jake, ladies' man.

I'm getting hungry.

You want something to eat?

I'll never say no to a road rat.

I don't think we have
enough rats to get us to Kyle's.

Well, that's what
Grace's map is for.

Here, take a look.

Yeah, but I don't think
I'm cut out

to be some sort of
zombie vigilante.

That sounds awesome.

Amanda, we're gonna
have to eat someone.

You know, and isn't it better
to be munching on these creeps

than getting all bitey
around some, I don't know,

doctor about to cure cancer?

I don't think
I can make those choices.

My dad used to run
a stolen car chop shop.

Would he be on Grace's list?

Well, what if we only eat
the worst of the worst?

Jake, we're talking
about eating people.

We are the worst of the worst.

Yeah, but we can't help that.

You know, at least
with this map,

it gives us
a little bit of control.

I guess.

If we just ate whoever
we could end up eating.

A fireman about to save a baby.

Or a rescue worker in Haiti.

We're nowhere near Haiti.

Whatever.
Look, let's make a deal.

How about we won't eat anyone

unless we both agree?

- We're not zombie vigilantes.
- Fine.

Zombie bounty hunters.

We'll decide the name later.

♪ Wow!

♪ Come on!

♪ Come on, honey
You know what you do, yeah

♪ Everybody knows
One or two like you, yeah

♪ If you wanna fall in love
Or just mess around

♪ Sure enough, honey
Couldn't bring me down

♪ Nobody does it like she does

♪ Nobody does it like she does

♪ Nobody does it like she does

♪ I can't seem to
Get away from you, girl

♪ And everything
That you say I do, girl

♪ Nobody does it
Like she does...

Maybe we should stop
for the night.

Stop where?
There's nothing out here.

That's kind of the point.

We're all over the news.

If anyone were to see us,
they'd call the cops,

or worse, the NCD.

I found this
in the clown's apartment.

Wanna see if zombies
can get high?

I love you. I mean, yes.

Okay, maybe Tom's daughter

was eaten alive
at soccer practice,

but that wasn't Jake.

God, who are you kidding?

Everybody else can see it,
so just admit it.

You like him.

Wait, does that make me
a necrophiliac?

And I'm pretty sure if Jake
knew me before all of this,

he would've liked me, too.

I wonder what he's doing
right now.

If I told you last week

that we were gonna turn into
cannibal zombies,

what would you have thought?

I would have thought,

"Holy shit. Amanda Blake
is talking to me."

- I talk to you.
- I know.

And every time I thought,
"Holy shit. Amanda Blake is talking to me."

Isn't it weird to think that things
will never be normal again?

I mean, it's Friday night.

I was supposed to be
cheering at the game,

and then hit an after-party,

instead I'm here eating rats
with Jake Stephens.

Strangest date ever.

This is a date? Damn.

Wish I had known. I would
have worn my fancy red hoodie

with a big eyeball and
"hype" written across the front.

What would you be doing if
you hadn't turned into a zombie?

Honestly, this and video games.

Sad thing is,
I was kind of looking forward to it.

So, let's play a game.

How about fuck, marry, kill?

Hmm. For us, it has to be
fuck, marry, eat.

Works for me.

- Give me three names.
- Okay.

Mr. Dipietro, Chazz,

and my friend Adam.

Marry Mr. Dipietro,
because he's scared of girls,

and he wouldn't touch me.

Eat Chazz because he's
the reason I eat people now.

And I guess fuck your friend.

I don't like this game.

Too bad. Your turn.

Uh, Mr. Dipietro,
lunch lady Linda,

and that little NCD slut.

Yeah, marry Mr. Dipietro
because it's probably

the only way I'll pass
his class at this point.

Fuck lunch lady Linda,
'cause free fries

and eat the NCD chick.

Good answer.

Do you know how long
I've wanted to do this?

What the fuck?

I think I just made
Jake puke on Amanda.

For the record,
that was the most

disturbing thing
I'd seen all week.

I swear that has
never happened to me.

Stop apologizing.

Can we not talk about it
in, like, ever again?

Can you hand me
something to eat?

There's no more.

Oh, I'm starting to get
the zombie munchies, too.

Check the map. I
need to eat a rapist now.

Uh...

Oh,
there's not really much around here. Uh...

"Miss Sophia, a Spanish teacher"

"who blew a 17-year-old boy."

Does Miss Sophia need to die?

I mean, the kid kinda
looks happy, too.

Hello? Come on. What the fuck?

What about this douchebag?

- Him?
- Yeah.

- What did he do?
- He's on our ass.

He's texting.

And he's pissing me off.

What the fuck
is wrong with you, man?

No, Jonathan, no.
Why didn't you call me?

My God.

He looks like he's
been turned inside out!

No!

Promise me he can't
become one of Alastaire's pets.

Okay, I'll find him.

You sure your brother
won't call the cops

when we show up at his door?

Kyle hates all authority

and government figures.

He thinks they framed our dad.

So, he believes in zombies

and hates all government.

Sounds awesome.

Kyle. It's me. Amanda.

Prove it. What does your
first boyfriend call you?

Handy Mandy.

Jake Stephens.

The second shooter,
the unpopular boy toy.

- Oh, really?
- It's a lie.

- We didn't shoot anybody?
- I know.

The news said
they had you in custody,

but they never
showed you arrested.

What really happened?

I knew it.

You knew we were zombies?

Well, at first,
I thought you found out

that your vice principal
was selling

special-needs students
as sex slaves

and he had you eliminated.

Zombies was my second guess.

I've know about the
epidemic for a while now.

Do you know if there's a cure?

One of my contacts sent me this

a while back.

This is Grandfather,

in what might be
my last transmission.

As of now,
I'm trapped in Des Moines

where the necrotics
are growing restless.

They've become organized

and it's just a matter of time

before they do something...

unfortunate.

But most importantly,

I've done what you said
was impossible, Alastaire.

I found a cure.

- How far is Iowa?
- We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Kyle, you don't have
to come with us.

I've been waiting for the
right sign to get me out of here.

Never thought it'd be you.

We're getting close.

You're doing the right thing.

They can't stop

even if they want to.

Still, Jake's gonna die
because of me.

Jake is already dead.

Turn here.

I think my brother's
afraid of me.

Kyle? No way.

He locked his bedroom door

and he put his dresser
right in front of it.

He probably
does that every night.

Probably.

Hey.

We're gonna stick to the plan.

Your plan.

We came to see if your
brother knew about a cure

and he did.

Now you and me
are going to find it.

Thanks, Jake.

I don't know how I could eat

all those people without you.

Don't say anything, dude.

You'll only mess it up.

Just look at her and smile.

You can sleep
next to me if you want.

Thanks, brain,
I should listen to you more often.

So, what's the first thing

you're gonna do
after you're cured?

Shower

and go to a spa

to get the most
aggressive mani-pedi

known to man.

Anything to get the gunk
out from under my nails.

That's so deep.

I'm not finished.

Then I'm going
to make it my mission

to change how the
world views zombies.

I'm going to tell
everyone about the virus

- and expose the bastards...
- Mmm.

That are trying to hide it.

All right, so, first, spa day,

then zombie activist.

And I'm never eating meat again.

Hardcore vegan all the way.

What about you?

I'm gonna find the best
vegan restaurant in the world

and then I'm gonna
take you out to dinner.

After you shower,

but before your
Equality For Zombies campaign.

What if Grace is right

and the cure is bullshit?

We could be going
to Iowa for no reason.

Then we'd just be like every
other person that's going to Iowa.

I'm more worried
that the cure is real

and you won't have
to hang out with me anymore.

I don't have
to hang out with you now.

I want to.

So, we'll still hang out
post zombie?

We're a team.

You're not gonna
puke on me again, are you?

Only if you want me to.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

There you go.

Good Chazz.

That won't happen to Jake.

Just make sure they're inside.

You're so fucking hot,

I've wanted this for so long.

Please stop talking.

They won't see you coming.

Not unless you're
between Amanda's legs.

Thomas, stand down.

Watch the future.

What was that?

My friends high-fiving
in heaven?

I'll check in a minute,
maybe less.

Come on!

Chazz?

Oh, my God, you psycho stalker.

That's for dunking
my head in the toilet, Chazz.

That's for cheating on me
with some zombie slut

and turning me into a zombie.

What the hell is happening?
Is it an alien invasion?

Wait!

Oh, right, zombies.

He didn't come here alone.

The NCD is outside.

They'll never get in.

I've been preparing
for this my whole life.

I've got guns,
bombs, provisions.

Everything we need
to withstand a siege.

We could last for years in here.

Kyle!

We need to get him help.

How? We can't get out.

Chazz, you big dumb fuck.

You're finally going
to do something useful.

Stop.

That's the wrong one.

Go. Go get him. Up.

Shit, it's a diversion.

Tom,

don't... don't shoot him.

Please.

What the fuck, Cass?

Have you completely lost it?

There's gotta be another way.

I...

Tom?

Run. Jake, go!

No.

No.

You bitch.

You're fucking awful.

You're blind!
Your brother's afraid of you.

And God that was a stupid idea!

And you don't deserve Jake!

Cassandra.

What's gonna happen to him?

Incident Management protocol.

We don't need any more
unnecessary casualties.

You mean like Tom?

I am sorry.

Your partner was a good soldier.

As we move forward
on our new mission,

that won't happen again.

Count me out.
I found your zombie.

She's tied up in a bow. I quit.

I only see one prisoner.

I assume you know
how to count to two.

- You let him go. You find him yourself.
- Cass.

No one quits the NCD.

I'm losing patience.

Tell me where the boy is
or I'll just rip it out

out of your little brain,

and if that happens,

things will get very,

very ugly.

Okay, you want to play?

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm stronger than you.

That's why you need me.

Really misjudged that one, Cass.

You don't think I'd ever
really let you go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Jake, what are you doing?

Amanda needs you.

Don't worry, Amanda.

- We're gonna get to Iowa.
- We're gonna get cured.

Jake?

You're okay.

You...

You're the NCD girl,

the one that's been hunting us.

Well, not anymore.
Now they're hunting me, too.

Have you seen the girl
I was with?

- Yeah, she's back in the house.
- Thanks.

Wait. Hey.

Jake?

Amanda's not in here

and neither is Kyle.

Did the NCD take them?

What are they gonna do to them?

Well, they'll erase
Kyle's memory.

He won't remember what happened.

- And Amanda, did they...
- No, she's alive.

They're not killing necro...

Your kind anymore.

Okay, so,
what are they doing to us?

You don't want to know.

- I gotta find her.
- You won't be able to.

Well, then I'll let myself
get captured.

Either way I-I gotta save her.

Wait.

I might be able to find her.

How?

The same way I found you.

I'm psychic.

I can get inside her mind
and track her. I'll just

need something
that she touched recently.

Will this work?

- Really?
- Well, what, you have to, like, rub it

or sniff it or something?

- Or, like...
- No, ew.

Do you even know
what a psychic is?

Will it work?

It'll work.

So, you can read minds.

What am I thinking right now?

This Ripley chick may be cute,

but she's crazy as fuck.

Holy shit. That's awesome.

You think I'm cute?

So, how did you
become a psychic?

Is it like a... Like,
a Hogwarts or something?

No, they gave me this
career aptitude test in school

and the next day
government agents

showed up on my door.

I took that test.

Oh, yeah? Did it say
you were a zombie?

I mean, it said
I was a brain-dead idiot

who wasn't gonna do
anything with his life,

so, yeah, I guess, it did.

Well, then the test was wrong.

Since I've met you,
you've been in a car chase,

you had a couple of shoot-outs,

you saved a girl.

I haven't saved her yet.

Well, I... I wasn't
talking about her.

You made my life
sound like a movie.

Well, you're like a superhero

or a zombie vigilante.

Right?

Try telling that to Amanda.

God, she has no idea.

She's in there.

You saw that just from a bra?

Thought it was magical before.

No, it's not her bra.
It's my special skills.

I don't know about this.

Just do what I told you.

I'm here with a new recruit.

Right away, sir.

That was some serious
Jedi mind trick shit.

That dude had no idea we were
the droids he was looking for.

What is this place?

I think it's where
they do experiments.

Well, where's Amanda?

In there.

Grace?

So much for not turning into an animal,
huh?

Too soon?

Jake.

- My God, Jake.
- Hey.

Couldn't let them break
the team up, could I?

What is she doing here?

She's how I found you.

She's how they found
us in the first place.

Okay, so, she's batting 500.

Can we argue
about this later please?

'Cause right now, I...

If that worked,
we'd all be out of here.

Can you find something
to pick the lock with?

Will this work?

I was thinking one of those.

Um, love birds, we need to go.

Shit.

How quickly
can you pick those locks?

Get in there.
It's out of control.

Cassandra!

How nice of you

to deliver Mr. Stephens to me.

Jeez, Chazz.

Didn't we kick your ass already?

You're not taking them, freak.

We're both freaks.

You know why they give
that aptitude test, don't you?

So, they can find psychics
like you and me.

Long before they hunted necros,

there was us.

Well, psychics
don't hurt people.

At least I don't.

Oh, but they're scared of you.

Now, when the necros are gone,

who do you think
they're going to hunt then?

- Jeez, and you thought I don't shut up.
- That's why

we must use the necros,
that's why we must stick together.

Use the necros.
Thanks for the tip.

No, Chazz!

Go, go, go. Move.

Chazz, no. No.

Thank for, you know, saving us.

It was teamwork.

Ripley is not coming with us.

Why not? I mean, we need her.

Oh, you think
I look like Ripley, too.

She going to help us
find the cure

with her awesome psychic powers.

I don't think a cure exists.

Otherwise I would
have heard about it.

Well, there's some
grandpa dude in Iowa

who disagrees,
so, hopefully you're wrong.

I don't want her help.

Eh, you're lucky
I'm willing to help

after what you did
to my partner.

Fuck that guy. He shot me.

Well, maybe you had it coming.

Well, maybe
you've got it coming.

Are you threatening me?

Girls, girls,
you're both pretty.

Let's just agree to disagree.

Forget it.

I'll find the cure myself.

Hey, hey, come on.
Iowa's a big place.

We're gonna need
all the help we can get.

Come on. For me?

We're a team, right?

She better not get in
my way when I'm hungry.

You know,
she's gonna eat me first chance she gets.

No, she won't. We vote on it.

I finally felt like
I was back in high school,

on a road trip
with kids my own age.

How are you doing back there?

Oh, I'm great. Thanks.

Even if one of them
wanted to eat me.

Would there be a cure.
Who knows?

But if so, I could save Jake

and take down the NCD.

My life finally had direction.

Even if it was
taking me to Iowa.

Would there be a cure?
Who cares?

At least I was heading
there with two hot chicks.

I mean, women.

Came out of nowhere.

Do you think she's dead?

God, I hope not.

- You hungry?
- Please don't eat her.

You don't get to vote.

Mazzy?

Well, hello, Jake.

You know her?

Kind of. I mean, she's the...

one that turned me
into a zombie.

So, you slept with her?

Check, please.

♪ Yeah!

♪ Calling all girls
And calling all boys you know

♪ Gimme a break

♪ I got lot on my mind
And I've soul

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out for yourself

♪ A couple of days
A couple of states

♪ A new home

♪ Yeah, way back home
Where the summer goes as we go

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out for yourself

♪ Calling all girls
And calling all boys you know

♪ I've been down for a while
Yeah, it's real, baby

♪ Down, I know

♪ And please, baby!
Please, baby!

♪ Please, baby, I don't know

♪ And please, baby!
Please, baby!

♪ Please, baby, I don't know

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know
You will find out

♪ If you wanna know

♪ You will find out
For yourself ♪