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Previously on Z Nation...

Those are zombie bites.

Eight of them.

You're looking at the only human known

to have survived being bitten by a zombie.

If we can get him to the lab in California,

they can use his blood and make more of the vaccine.

Is that what I think? They ain't sharks!

You still think about him?

Antoine? I try not to.

Antoine?

Is that him?

No.

Even if I never know for sure what happened to Antoine,

I'm okay with being here now.

With you.

I'm good with that too.

This is a national emergency.

I've decided to catalog all the theories

about where the Z virus came from.

There's more than a few.

Is it what the Zoroastrians would call frashökérétí?

Or are we contaminated with Amazon brain rot?

Or maybe we passed through the tail of a comet

that sprinkled the earth with zombie dust.

Or was it a defense-department weaponized virus that escaped the lab?

Or how about self-fulfilling prophecy?

Public fascination with all things zombie just willed it into existence.

As things went south, the theories got weirder.

Good times for religions with an end-of-the-world scenario.

The crazier, the better.

The apocalypse business was booming.

At least while there was still business to boom.

It reminds me of a poem by Yeats.

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last

"Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?"

There is no cure.

What rough beast indeed.

Father, we ask that you watch over our brothers and sisters

as they leave our congregation for a greater journey.

Amen.

And although we will not see them again in this life,

they will live on through their sacrifice.

Now I ask you all to rise.

Brother Eli, Brother Matthew,

please help with the Resurrected.

Now let us pray.

For today is a day of joy.

I ask now for the anointed to please step forward.

These brothers and sisters will soon know

the true meaning of peace

that only belief and resurrection can bring.

May these keep you safe on your journey

and serve as the instrument of your salvation.

I envy you, brothers. Sister.

Let us ring the bell and joyously call out

for more of the Resurrected to join our flock.

Brother Eli, Brother Matthew,

please prepare to greet them.

No Z's in sight.

Anybody else worried about Mr. Sunshine out there?

I know. He's looking worse.

Yeah, he was pretty creepy to start with.

Come on, guys. Give him a break.

It's the apocalypse. None of us look our best, you know.

It's like one long bad hair day.

Speaking of hair, what's with all the bald patches?

Maybe that vaccine is like zombie chemo.

Maybe the vaccine isn't working.

What do you think, Doc?

I've seen Z's look better than him.

Will he make it to California?

If we haul ass.

If he goes zombie, we might have to put him down.

Dibs on piking him.

If he turns, piking him is the least of our problems.

What?

Pit stop's over. Let's get moving.

I have a ginormous bladder. Sue me.

Man, I sure could use some of them Kansas City barbecue ribs about now.

How about you, darlin'? You're a big rib eater, aren't you?

You know, I was almost starting to feel sorry for you.

You look pretty happy for someone who hasn't eaten in two days.

Could be worse.

Really? We're still alive, aren't we?

You were always a glass-half-full kinda guy.

It's what I love about you.

Actually, I'm looking forward to getting some food and a hot shower at Province Town.

Well, don't get your hopes up. We don't even know if this place still exists.

Hammond had it marked on his map as a resupply place.

And if his contact there is the same Major Williams from my National Guard days,

we might actually get some help.

So we're relying on the map of a dead guy?

In case you forgot, that dead guy was a hero who died protecting you.

Just because he's dead doesn't make him a hero.

Well, I hope Province Town does exist,

because we're out of just about everything but hope.

One thousand five hundred and fifty-four.

"Surrender all weapons"? Are they serious?

Looks like.

What do you wanna do?

Their town, their rules.

Looks like we don't have much of a choice.

Stop right there! This is a private compound.

I'm gonna have to ask you to turn around and go back the way you came.

I'm looking for Major Williams.

Joe Williams. And who are you?

I'm Sergeant Charles Garnett, Georgia National Guard.

We've known each other going back pre-Z.

Wait there. Your crew stays in the truck.

They try to get out, or we see a weapon, we'll fire.

Easy, everyone. Charlie's got it under control.

So you're calling him Charlie now?

Yeah, and I'm gonna start calling you my bitch if you don't shut up.

Well, holy shit.

It's the ghost of Charlie Garnett.

Never expected to see you again. At least not alive.

Hey, Joe. Didn't expect to see you again either.

Looks like we're both still standing.

Looks like.

Last time I saw you, you were pulling my ass out of a ditch full of Z's.

Just returning the favor.

How many Z's we kill that day?

Not enough.

Do you mind?

Stand down.

You're the first person I've seen from before.

How the hell you end up here?

I'm actually on a mission for the government,

if you can believe that.

If it was anybody but you, I wouldn't.

We've come from New York.

Haven't eaten in a few days.

New York?

Haven't seen anyone east of the Mississippi for over a year.

How many of you are there?

Eight. Including a doctor.

Real doctor? Sort of.

He's watched a lot of ER.

All right.

Come inside and tell me your story. We'll get you some food.

But the truck stays outside.

Let 'em in. And of course, you'll have to check your weapons.

Just make sure we get these back.

Why is this not making me feel any safer?

Looks like it's seen a little action.

Ex-prison guard? TSA.

Just like Dodge City.

We have our reasons.

Makes sense. Strong on the outside. Safe on the inside.

Major, you're not gonna believe this.

Three of Jacob's flock are back.

Major Williams? We'd like to come back.

We were wrong to leave.

Jacob turned out to be just some crazy cult leader.

We brought food.

What do you want us to do?

If they're clean, let 'em back in.

Probably won't be the last of his sheep to wander back.

I feel so much lighter without that damn hammer.

Yeah, I feel naked, and not in a good way.

When we started out, everyone was armed.

Then one day, a guy decided to shoot his wife's boyfriend.

He turned, and we lost five people.

So we made a rule. Only guards could carry inside.

Then a trading group came in.

Took a gun off a guard.

Seven dead that time. We were lucky it wasn't worse.

We have a strong perimeter. Never been breached.

All our problems happened inside. So we removed the threats.

No weapons inside the walls, period.

It's a better way to live. Safer.

Being armed all the time has an effect on people.

Maybe I'm naive, but this gives me hope.

Is this a zombie cage?

Doesn't see much use these days.

We patrol the surrounding area for Z's twice a day,

so they aren't really a problem.

It's the people we have to worry about.

Since going weapon-free, we've gone over a year without a fatality.

Think about that.

You've been out in the world. How many deaths have you seen in the last year?

Enough for a lifetime.

What if someone, you know, dies of natural causes?

Sure, that could happen.

All the doors and gates close automatically, sealing off each section of the compound.

Like on a submarine. Can't be opened by Z's.

Everything's been zombie-proofed.

You ever hear of the Titanic?

You're welcome to wait outside in your vehicle.

You'll have to forgive my friend. He's, uh, been through a lot.

We all have.

Nothing's perfect, but this is as close as it gets.

After a while, most people find they can actually sleep through the night.

Really? I can't imagine that.

We grow all our own fruits and vegetables.

The scraps and our waste all go into a biomass generator.

We're up to four hours of electricity a day.

Really? That's cool.

What's their story?

We had a little trouble a while back with a preacher we took in.

He drank his own Kool-Aid.

Decided the Zompocalypse was actually the Second Coming

and we needed to save the Z's, not kill them.

Calls 'em "The Resurrected." Real whack-job.

I'm not an expert on the Bible,

but I'm pretty sure there's nothing in there about zombies.

We had to kick him out, along with his followers.

I've seen this kind of thing before. Crazy spreads fast.

So why would you let them back in?

They all had family still here.

I knew once they were out a while, they'd get hungry or scared

and some would come back.

Like clockwork, these three turned up today.

Not true believers, huh?

Hard to believe on an empty stomach.

Speaking of which, let's get you people something to eat.

First meal is on me. The rest you trade for.

No meat of course. Hope you're vegetarian.

Oh, yeah.

We're headed to a CDC lab in California.

You're never gonna make it to California.

Yeah, that's what I've been told.

No, seriously.

The Z's are swarming out west. Millions of them.

Been hearing about it second and thirdhand.

Nothing left to eat in the city,

so they're pouring into open country, forming mega herds.

And rumor has it the whole west coast is a no-go zone.

Well, we still got to try.

The guy's a pain in the ass,

but he's our only chance for a cure.

Getting yourself killed won't cure anything.

I could use you here. I need experienced soldiers and a doctor.

That's a tempting offer, Joe.

But we got to keep going.

Clock's ticking on our guy.

In fact, I could use your help.

We could use an old-school ass kicker like you

out on the road.

I don't know.

I've seen so much hope come to nothing.

This is the first thing I've been a part of that might actually work.

These folks rely on me.

I know.

I get it.

I've got a spare room two or three of you can use.

The rest can grab a bunk in the community room.

Let me think about what you said.

We'll talk more tomorrow.

In the meantime, get some rest.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dude. Dude, slow down. They're not gonna take it from you.

So...

We got the lowdown on the sleeping situation.

There's a room that two or three of us can share, and there's a communal bunk.

Dibs on the room.

What? Be less risk of anyone figuring out who I am.

I think we should give it to those two.

What? No, no, no. We're not a...

Yeah, you guys take it. Yeah.

Is it that obvious?

Well...

If we're gonna do the time, we may as well do the crime.

- What are you doing? Are you serious? - Yes.

It's not exactly what I was, um...

It's perfect.

Roberta, um... - Yeah?

Uh... I mean, come on. This room, it's like,

you know, "Here's the bed!"

It's, um...

Cozy.

Yeah.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Hey, um, I don't have any...

We'll think of something.

I went to Catholic school.

Oh.

- Chair. - All right.

What, are you worried about the nuns?

Never know.

For indeed we have had good news preached to us,

just as the unbelievers.

But the word they heard did not profit them,

for their hearts were closed to the truth.

So then we shall open their eyes.

That fella seems pretty popular for a guy who just got kicked out of here.

It was a lot harder than we expected.

Thought we'd be better off back here.

Lucky for you the Major was willing to take you in again.

Yes, it was lucky for us all.

Hey, Luke. Glad to see you back, man.

I knew you were too smart to fall for that Jacob clown.

Yeah. It wasn't at all what I thought it was gonna be. Glad to be back.

I think I left some meds in my ammo bag.

Do you mind checking for me?

Yeah. Sure, hang on.

Hey, are you all right?

Listen to me, all of you, for I have good news.

The Major didn't believe in the word of Jacob. But he will.

All of you will be given another chance to hear his word

and join the Resurrection Church.

What are you doing? Get down from there.

He's got a weapon!

For as the Father raises the dead and gives them life,

so also the Son gives life to whom he will.

He's gonna turn.

Damn it.

Oh, God! Luke! Help me secure these doors! We have to contain them!

Are you sure you didn't go to Catholic school?

Uh-uh. Go away!

Hey! This is a very bad time to bother us.

Oh, terrible time.

Who's there?

Zombies?

It can't be.

Murphy!

Murphy!

Murphy, come on! Come on!

Come on! Let's go! Hurry!

I would give my left nut for that Z-whacker right now!

Come on, you guys! Let's go!

Oh, that was a bad one.

Where's Murphy?

The last we saw, he ran out some other door.

We need a leash for that guy.

Someone wedged that door open for the zombies.

What?

We can barely face these guys one at a time.

This outbreak spreads, they'll be coming at us 50 at a time.

What about Murphy and the others?

I don't know. We need weapons.

Joe. What the hell happened?

Jacob and his cult. The ones we let back in slit their throats.

- What? - Goddamn suicide zombies.

They sabotaged the doors.

Insane bastards.

Everything we've worked for, it's gone. All gone.

We need weapons.

The armory's full of Z's. We can't get in there.

Well, you got to have some hidden somewhere.

No. They're all in the cage. All of them?

How are we supposed to defend ourselves?

I thought we were zombie-proof!

Hey, Joe. You got to pull yourself together, man.

There's got to be a way out of here.

Garnett!

- Thank God you're okay. - Where's Murphy?

We got separated. Zombies everywhere.

10K? He's out there somewhere.

If anybody can make it, he can.

If only he had his gun.

You have to get to the emergency exit before we're completely overrun.

- Where is it? - Through those doors.

There's a long hallway ending in a reinforced door.

It leads outside the perimeter.

Don't stop till you hit the woods, then you can double back around to your truck.

What about you?

I've got to stay and try to save as many as I can.

Ready?

- Indeed. - All right, let's go!

Die, you freakin' Z! Human! Human. Human.

Sorry. You look like one of them.

You don't look so good yourself, sweetheart.

Look, I need some help.

We'll stick together. Two of us might have a chance.

Why didn't you help?

Why didn't it attack you?

Are you part of this? No! No.

For God's sakes! Don't leave me!

Come, brothers and sisters! It is as I foretold!

Our Second Coming is here!

Behold the Resurrected!

It's time to take what is rightfully ours.

Bring me the blasphemers alive.

It's jammed! It won't open!

Turn around! Turn around!

Back up! The door's blocked!

Guys, we're not gonna make it.

We have to turn around!

Go back!

Charlie, I'm scared.

Push those Z's back!

I can't even turn around.

Push!

Hey, hey, hey! Addy, come here.

Stay with me, Addy.

Hey, hey. It's okay.

How do we get out of here?

I've been using the roofs to move. The cult freaks are in the compound. Armed.

Murphy? Haven't seen him.

We need weapons. Then we'll find Murphy. Let's go.

Greetings, brothers and sisters.

The Resurrection Church welcomes you.

Please raise your hands to the heavens,

or I will resurrect you where you stand.

Let them go. The Resurrected will take care of them.

The rest of you, come with us.

The last of the Resurrected have been secured.

And those who died today have the honor of entering into grace ahead of us.

Blessed is the path before them.

Blessed will their journey be.

Brothers and sisters, I know you have hate in your hearts right now,

and do not come willingly to this test of faith.

But today, each of you will become part of the New Resurrection Church.

First, however, you must choose how you will serve.

You may join the living flock and spend your days serving the Resurrected.

Or your souls taking the next step on their journey to eternal life.

The time has come for you to choose.

Join me and walk among the living, or follow this blasphemer

who thought he could oppose the righteous and now walks among the dead.

Now don't feel sorrow for the Major, brothers and sisters.

Although we stood against the man he was,

we take joy in his choice to join the Resurrected!

Blessed is the path before him!

What choice?

To live with you lunatics or die and become a zombie?

I don't know your name, brother.

But I welcome you to the Resurrection Church.

With us, you will know everlasting joy and peace.

There was peace here.

Joe Williams, the man you killed, gave you peace.

This was a good place. This was a safe place.

And it can be again!

It's not too late. Put down your weapons.

Let's live the way that people are supposed to.

Helping one another and working together.

It's not too late. Put down your weapons. Let us free.

We'll help you.

The Resurrected aren't any closer to God than you and I are.

I envy you, brother.

The time for you to walk among the Resurrected is near.

Charlie...

I'm gonna kill you, you psychotic bastard.

Don't you worry, sister. You won't be far behind your Charlie.

Shoot him. I can't get a shot.

I need to get on the roof. You get the truck.

Rejoice as both of you will walk before me on the road to everlasting life.

Listen, Jacob. Kill me, resurrect me, but spare the others.

Don't be afraid, brother.

I send you to a better place.

Blessed is the path before him!

I am the new resurrection and the life.

Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live.

Stop!

If you think the Resurrected are one step closer to heaven,

then prepare to meet your new God.

Come, brother. Step away from the Resurrected.

That's no place for a mortal human. Come join our flock. All are welcome.

Join your flock?

I am not one of the Resurrected.

I'm your messiah.

That's blasphemy, brother. We can all see you're one of the living.

Eight times I was bitten,

and did not turn!

Eight times I was infected by their bloody saliva.

And yet here I stand before you.

And I am here to tell you that he is a false prophet!

For I am the true incarnation of the Resurrected!

What the hell is he doing?

I have no idea.

Kill the blasphemer.

But the bites, Jacob.

He's a false prophet! I can prove it!

I can prove that my words are true.

Tell us, blasphemer.

How can you possibly prove this outrageous lie?

I'll show you.

Observe, ye of little faith.

Jesus.

No. Just Murphy.

Okay, that's enough of that.

The Resurrected will not attack me because they love and fear me.

Behold, my flock.

There's your proof, brothers and sisters!

Now let us go, Jacob,

before my flock resurrects all of you!

Jacob, what if he's speaking the truth?

He's no messiah. I'll prove it.

There's one last test for you to pass, blasphemer.

Damn it.

A bullet to the heart will reveal the truth!

No!

Charlie. Charlie.

You'll be okay. Go get... Go get Murphy.

I'm not leaving you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Then go.

Live.

No.

Don't.

Don't go.

Come on!

- Warren, we have to go. - No.

- We have to go now! - We can't let him turn!

- No! I have to give him mercy! - There's no time!

No! Let me go!

- No! Wait a minute! - There's no time.

No. No. Wait!

Wait! Come on. Come on. Come on.

We have to go, 10K!

Stop!

What is she doing?

Shh.

Charles Garnett, I give you mercy.

Let's go.

Someday, maybe we'll find out

the real reason the zombie apocalypse happened.

All this death and destruction. All the pain and heartache.

Who do we blame?

Maybe it was a government virus that escaped the lab.

Maybe it was voodoo.

Or maybe God just doesn't like us.

Some days, though, I wonder if we brought this on ourselves.

We had a chance to do this whole planet Earth thing right, and...

And we blew it.

We got the apocalypse we deserved.

But if we're lucky, someday, this will all be over.

I hope so.

And next time, I hope we get it right.