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- He was headed
for general population, sir.

- Your orders

were a lie!

Take off the mask.

- Orders, sir?

Sir!

- Mr. Clark will brief you.

- Sorry, sir. We're on lockdown.

Please unlock the doors.
- Of course.

- I need a scan and
search on Dr. Fisher.

- Copy that.

- I'm sorry.

- 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.

- Get away
from the vehicle.

Hands on your head.

Turn around.

Now take off your mask.

- Get him to Dr. Lars.

Please don't...

His blood is the cure.

He is the cure!

- Ah.

What the fuck, Jonray?

I think I shit myself!

- I thought it was locked.

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.

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.

- 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.

- Get my nephew.

- Jonray!

Jonray!

Jonray!

- Run, my ass.

- I needed that.

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!

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.

Yes.

you can improve on something
that is already perfect.

Thank you Papa.

Very good.

Shut up, you.

You're not getting outta
there, zombie dude.

You know,

I haven't seen a zombie with
just one white eye before.

What's up with that?

Fashion statement?

I gotcha.

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.

So...

You're what a cure looks like?

I think I'll stick to this!

- 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?

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.

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!

- Yeah! Fuck him up!

- Yes.

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!

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.

- Come on!

- Come on!

- Yes, yes, yes!

Jonray! You did it,
Jonray!

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.

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.

- 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!

- 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.

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.

Damn it.

Now I've got to wash them.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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?

- 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.

- 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!

Jonray!

- What do you want?

It can't be.

- Maybe he was a Kali master.

Like you.

In his life-life.

- 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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

This concludes this test

of the emergency zombie
broadcast system,

brought to you by Nordak.

Living solutions
for a dying world.

- 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?

Jonray!

- What's happening now?

- It's not there brother.

- Again?

- Let's see what he does.

- Stop.

- Who do you think you are?

You think you're human?

Well, you're not.

That'll never happen again.

Pick that shit up.

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?

Keep your hand up.

Up.

What are you?

I think that's enough for today.

Let's head back to the barn.

- Ah.

Just in time.

So you saw the van
that we're looking for?

What about the driver?

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Damn Crisanto what a smell.

What're you doing in here?

- 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.

- 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!

- 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.

- Hard!

- And Johnny, where is he?

- In front. Go get him.

- Johnny. Johnny?

- Dad?

- Johnny.

No.

No!

- Where is he?

Don't.

I just want Patient Z.

Please.

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.

- I found
something on Johnny.

- "Johnny"?

- He's my brother.

- 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?

- See, monster boy?

I knew she was alive.

- Stupid.

- Crisanto!

- Death takes me,
but I won't go alo...

- Crisanto!

Triangle.

Crossover.

Move forward

Again.

Pull hard!

Damn bro.

You've been practicing.

- Who else is gonna
keep you safe?

- 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

- 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.

- The
following is a test

of the emergency zombie
broadcast system.

It is only a test.

- 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.

- Three.

Two.

One.

- Johnny!

- Dad?

I'm okay, Dad.

- Oh, thank Jesus
Christ, Holy Father,

Lord you're alright.

- Dad?

Dad?

- 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.

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.

- 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.

Mr. Clark!

You have changed, Patient Z.

Impressive.

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.

- Z!

Z!

Z!

Come on!

- You can run, Patient Z!

But you will want
to come find me.

And you already know
exactly how to do that.

- Johnny!

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.

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.

Johnny!

- 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.