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(upbeat rock music)

♪ I don't wanna know

♪ How the story goes

♪ No I don't wanna know, no

♪ I'm too young to drink

♪ I'm too drunk to think

♪ They think that I won't make it alone ♪

♪ But I can do it on my own

♪ Despite their senseless sayings ♪

♪ Now I don't want to read their Sunday papers ♪

♪ And I don't want to see their funny faces ♪

♪ I don't wanna know

♪ How the story goes

♪ No I don't wanna know, no

♪ No, 'cause I don't wanna know ♪

♪ How the story goes

♪ I don't wanna hear

♪ You bitches in my ear

♪ No

♪ No I don't want to hear you

♪ I don't wanna hear it now

♪ No, no, no ,no ,no, no, no, no ,no ,no, no ♪

(meteor rock humming ominously)

(soft rock music)

- I mean, I still can't believe it, you know.

It's Harvard.

- I mean, just promise me

you won't turn into some privileged snob.

- Oh, well, if I do,

I give you full permission to kidnap and rehabilitate me.

- Well, rehab is a long, torturous process.

I mean, you'll be exposed to music, like...

♪ Oh, no, no one can save us now ♪

♪ Oh, no, no one can save us now ♪

♪ Don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna be saved ♪

♪ Oh, no, nothing can save (doorbell rings)

♪ Me now - Ash!

♪ oh no, oh no

- No!

- Downstairs.

- You did not say they were coming.

- They're my friends and it's my birthday.

- They're Kevin's friends.

- Kevin's my boyfriend.

Iris, please!

Come on. Not today.

- I just thought we have a tradition, you know,

milkshakes, our birthday hike, the blackthorn.

- Dude, we're not 14 anymore.

Things, they have to evolve

and I swear they're really not that bad.

Just give 'em a chance.

(Iris groans)

(friends giggling)

(foreboding music)

- Ash.

Ash?

Ash?

- Maybe we're early.

Oh my God, this is so awkward.

What the fuck? Hello?

(foreboding music continues)

(zombie yells) (Destiny and Lindsay scream)

- Oh my gosh.

- [Both] What the fuck! (Luke laughs)

- Hi, Destiny. Hi Lindsay.

- Where's your fucking sister?

- Downstairs.

(upbeat rock music)

- You're the bitch!

- Hey!

- Urgh! Ashley, your brother needs to chill.

- Yeah.

- Ugh! I swear.

He just has to be the center of attention all the time.

- Hey, I thought you said this was a party.

Like, no one is here.

- Oh, well, I'm on babysitting duty

until my folks get back from their second honeymoon.

It's kind of crazy, but, I don't know,

I just figured we'd do something more low key.

- Well, Kevin just showed up with his brother.

He brought a keg.

- I told him a cake.

(hip hop music)

- Okay. - Great.

Over here. Hello. - Hello.

- Happy birthday, babe. Hi.

- Fucking knackers. - You look pretty pretty.

- Thank you.

I try. - Oh, I got you something.

- Ooh, gimme.

- Ah. - Hmm. What's this?

- Living Death.

- New on the market?

- Yeah. So we're hoping you'll share.

- Guys, come on. We talked about this.

Not in my house.

My little brother is here.

And if my parents found out, they'd literally kill me.

- Okay. Okay.

All good points, but hear me out.

- Okay.

- How are you gonna enjoy tonight's festivities

without a little buzz?

- Mm hmm.

(Ty laughs)

What?

Guys spill, what?

(people cheering)

(upbeat rock music)

- [Announcer] The Festival of the Living Dead

is back for it's 55th year.

Join us this weekend to celebrate life

and commemorate those who died in the tragedy of '68.

We've got a killer lineup of over 50 acts,

including headliner Shaftbuster,

Pinky Swear, and Godesszilla.

And don't forget the burn. (flames hissing)

Live it up at the Festival of the Living Dead 2023.

- Festival of the Living Dead!

Oh my gosh.

Are you serious?

Guys, No. Aren't these like a grand apiece?

- So?

- Your boy over here paid big bucks for these?

- Wait, oh my God, isn't Goddesszilla playing this year?

- Who? - Goddesszilla?

- Goddesszilla!

That's like Iris and I's favorite band of all time.

They're post-punk.

I mean, I never thought I would see them live, ever,

but, oh my gosh!

Mmm. Thank you.

Seriously, this is the coolest gift ever, but...

I can't go.

I promised my dad I'd watch Luke.

- What?

- Wait, seriously?

- Yeah.

- Can we at least do a keg chug before the rest of us do?

- Yeah. Just, just take it downstairs.

- Cool.

(upbeat music)

- Huh? - Sick.

(upbeat music continues)

(Ty and Kevin grunting)

Okay.

Oh my God.

Oh.

- You know your girlfriend is a downer.

She doesn't even party.

- Bro. Shut up, all right?

She's chill.

(intriguing music)

(intriguing music continues)

(bottle rattles)

Oh damn!

(ominous music)

(phone buzzes)

- Alright, we're here at Festival of the Livings Dead.

55 years.

Start our challenge. You know you want it. (inhales)

- [Announcer] Snorting meteors for the win.

(people cheering)

- This is lame.

(soft music)

- You should go to the Festival of the Living Dead.

- I can't. I have to- - I'll watch Luke.

Your dad will never know.

- Yeah, but I can't just-

- What kind of friend would I be

if I let you reject free tickets to see Goddesszilla alive?

- Iris.

Oh my God. Are you sure?

- I know you'd do the same for me. So.

- Yeah, I would do anything for you.

Oh my gosh.

(rifle cocking) (Ash gasps)

(menacing music)

- Don't worry, folks.

I'll protect you from any of the wandering demons

in this house. - Oh my God.

- I won't let 'em get you.

- [Ash] Kevin, what the hell? Put that down.

- Relax.

Can't even figure out his own locker combination,

let alone how to shoot a gun.

- Oh, yeah?

- Thank you.

- Once I save your lives from the Succubus,

then you'll be thanking me.

(menacing music)

- Kevin, no!

(intense rock music)

(rifle clicking)

- Damn! Cool moves, babe.

- This isn't funny.

Kevin, this shit is real.

My grandfather shot actual living corpses with it,

so you can't just point it at people.

- You know you're really sexy when you're all serious.

- Stop. You're ignorant.

- Look, I wasn't gonna shoot your brother.

- Luke what are you even doing down here?

You promised to stay in your freaking room.

- I ran out of chips.

- You ran out of chips, huh?

Mm.

(chip packet rustles) Go!

- Gee. don't have to be such a bitch about it.

(friends laugh)

- Don't be mad, okay? Come on.

- I'm not mad. It's fine.

- And I did look pretty hot.

Like if there was undead assholes running around,

I'd smoke those motherfuckers.

- Hey, speaking of the undead.

- Yeah?

- I'm going to the festival.

- What? (upbeat music)

(everyone cheering)

- Let's go! Let's go!

(door creaking)

(objects thudding)

(door creaks open)

- What are you doing?

- What? I don't want you playing with it while I'm not here.

- Okay. Not everyone's as dumb as your idiot boyfriend.

And I don't need a babysitter.

- Iris isn't babysitting.

She's just watching the house and er, chilling.

- So why can't I come with you?

- Seriously?

You'll have fun.

Just be good and watch your blood sugar. Okay?

(upbeat music) (car hoots)

Byeee!

♪ You drive me crazy while you doing that ♪

♪ You drive me crazy 'cause I want you bad ♪

♪ You drive me crazy

(all cheering)

- So glad you're coming.

- Okay it has no carbs, no sugar, no fat

and then you just add a tablespoon of cinnamon.

And it gives you all the nutrients you need.

You don't even need to eat anymore. You just drink that.

- We're going to the Festival of the Living Dead fuckers!

(all cheering)

- Go on baby! - Come on!

- (gasps) Oh shit.

- Okay. Well, there goes the rest of our day.

- Nah!

(upbeat music)

- Where are you going?

- I know a back entrance. All right.

Don't worry about it.

My boy, Tommy, he's gonna let us in the staff entrance.

No lines, no hassle.

We do it every year.

- Cool. - Hmm.

(foreboding music)

(car rumbling)

(foreboding music continues)

- That's the shit. (laughs)

- [Destiny] Stop. Please.

- You want me to drive?

- Nah. No, no.

Nah, I'm all right. Don't worry.

Hey, do you actually,

do you have any more of those Living Deaths?

They're practically just caffeine.

- Yeah, sure.

Here.

- Thanks baby.

Ash!

(foreboding music)

Come here.

- No. - Baby.

Come on. Come here.

(foreboding music continues)

- Watch out!

(all screaming)

(body thuds)

(metal crunches)

(glass shatters)

(ominous music)

(Ash groans)

(Lindsay screaming)

- [Lindsay] It's fucking broken!

(Ash grunts)

- [Ty] Fuck!

- Kevin? - Shit.

Kevin, Kevin!

(Kevin coughs)

- [Ty] No fucking way.

(Kevin retching)

- [Lindsay] My fucking leg.

What the fuck! (screams)

- I don't have any fucking service.

- How the hell did this even happen?

- There, there, there was a guy

literally right in the middle of the road.

I mean, I swerved to try and avoid him.

- You sure you were not just tripping?

- No, no, no. I saw him.

I think I saw him. I just, I don't know.

My mind right now. I don't fucking know.

- Okay. Well, look, we, we can't just stay here.

We need to get help.

Festival's only a few miles away.

- Okay, well, Lindsay can't fucking walk.

(Lindsay groaning)

- Okay. Destiny will stay with her, okay?

Either somebody drives by and helps us,

which I do not see happening.

Or we go out and we get help. Okay?

There's gotta be medical staff at the festival or something.

What?

(Lindsay continues wailing)

You got a better idea?

Because I'm listening.

- Wait, wait, wait. Guys, guys, listen, all right.

We have to treat this so seriously.

- Okay?

- Okay. - Yeah.

- I mean, I was drinking. I could lose my license.

- Are you serious right now?

- Yeah.

- That's what you fucking care about?

- No, no. Listen, listen!

He's right.

If Harvard finds out about this,

then he could lose his scholarship, okay?

So we're gonna have to say you were driving.

- Are you fucking kidding me right now.

- Baby? Please.

Okay, listen, okay. You're sober.

Alright? It's a totally different thing for you.

- I'm not fucking sober.

You just fed me a fucking pill.

- No, no. I told you.

Those are basically just caffeine. Alright?

It'll be out of your system before they test you.

- Why don't we talk about this later?

Because you know what?

We almost died and our friends are hurt.

- I know.

I was the one driving, remember?

Look, I'm sorry. Alright.

I, I'm just trying to plan for the future.

- You do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care.

We need to fucking help our friends right now.

(Lindsay continues wailing)

- Hey, look, look at me.

- Lindsay.

- We're gonna go to the festival.

We're gonna find help. Okay?

So I need you to stay here with your sister.

- You're fucking leaving.

- I can't leave your sister here by herself.

You have to stay and you're concussed, okay?

Just, just let us do this.

- Hurry!

- Be right back, I promise.

(Lindsay and Destiny crying)

- Where the fuck are you going?

- We're gonna come back.

We're gonna come back. - Fuck! You guys!

- Let's go. Let's go! (foreboding music)

(Lindsay screaming)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(crows cawing)

(Lindsay groaning)

- Here, take these.

- No! Fucking no.

Pass me my phone.

- Really?

- Yes.

Yes.

When CJ SoCool poses pictures of his gunshot wounds,

he went viral.

He went fucking viral.

So just...

Hi everyone. Hi.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

I know. I look like fucking shit.

I look like fucking shit right now, but just, um,

story time.

I almost died.

I almost just died.

And if any you saw me last night,

you know, your girl was attending Festival of Living dead.

(Lindsay crying and babbling indistinctly)

And I got fucking hurt!

It fucking hurts! It fucking hurts!

I am fucking dying over here.

Fucking, oh shit.

Where the fuck am I?

I need you guys to fucking find me.

Fucking stalk me you fucking stalkers.

(foreboding music)

- Oh shit! Thank god!

Hi. Hi.

Fuck. We need help.

The car's fucked. My sister's fucked.

Can you help us?

Yeah, okay. He's coming.

- [Lindsay] Are you fucking serious?

- What the fuck are you doing?

(Lindsay wailing) (ominous music)

(zombie grunting)

No, no, no!

(Lindsay and Destiny screaming)

(zombie growling)

(tense music)

(Lindsay and Destiny screaming)

- Where'd he go? - Where's he? Where's he?

(Lindsay and Destiny screaming)

(tense music increasing)

(zombie grunts)

(glass shattering)

(door creaking)

- What's up, Blaise?

- Yo. Where's the party at?

- You just missed them by like a few hours.

- Oh, perfect.

Cool. That's great.

- Yeah.

- Even better this way.

Iris of my eye.

- Before you know it, we're gonna be living different lives.

You know, you're gonna be a famous

but starving writer in New York.

- Hey.

- I'm gonna be kicking ass, doing gigs around the world.

- Granted.

(pipe bubbling)

(Iris exhales)

- And Ash will get her Harvard degree.

Marry Kevin.

- Ugh.

- And the point is,

how do you go from being so close to someone for years

to then just strangers?

- Well, it's not gonna happen.

- It's already happening.

- Not with us.

(gentle music)

I, I um...

I don't know if this is the best time to talk about this

with college and everything,

and or if there even is a good time to talk about this.

I was thinking maybe if you... (phone chimes)

Look at this.

(ominous music)

(guy retching)

- I'm recording.

- Why are you all standing around?

Get some help.

Help! Help!

Where the fuck have you guys been.

I don't, I don't know if he took something.

He's been bleeding. He's been throwing up.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay. Help is here.

(ominous music)

(people screaming)

- I mean, you gotta hand it them.

Marketing's on like a whole other level.

You don't see other events doing stuff like that.

- It's kind of a low blow though, right?

I mean, it was an event meant to commemorate

the survival of the living dead plague.

And they're just making zombie porn.

I mean, people died.

- I mean, yeah, I guess,

but I'd still literally light myself on fire just to go.

- That's nothing compared to what Ash did.

- Lost her virginity.

- Well, her dignity.

But, that too.

(both chuckle)

(foreboding music)

- [Kevin] Find help here.

I think my nose is broken.

- Walk it off big guy.

Hey, I'm Ty.

- [Kevin] Ty, Let's head to the medical station.

They'll know what to do.

(foreboding music continues)

(body thuds) - Ow. Fuck!

what is with everyone?

- Looks like we missed one hell of a party.

- Oh my gosh. She's huge.

Why do they even burn her?

- Well, it's getting rid of the status quo or some shit.

I don't know. It looks sick when it burns though.

- Guys, I still can't get through to anyone.

- [Kevin] Yeah. I've got no service either.

Yo, Ty. You got any?

Ty?

(foreboding music continues)

(upbeat music playing softly)

- Wait, what were you going to say?

- (coughs) I er...

(object thuds) (Iris gasps)

Oh! - Shit.

- That was a good catch.

- Thank you. - Oh my God.

- Luke, come here.

- Yo, that was dope.

How'd you aim it like that?

- It's easy. Wanna try?

- Hell yeah, man.

- Okay. Gimme that.

Hand it to me.

- Or what?

- I will tell Ash on both of you.

- Whatever. She doesn't like me anyways.

- Well, that's not true, dude.

Of course she does.

- If you guys really wanted to go

to this zombie thing, you could.

- Oh, yeah, with my grocery delivery paycheck,

it would only take me five more years, give or take.

- If only there were food trucks and taco stalls.

Stalls that might have wanted an extra delivery of lettuce

If only there was someone who could deliver it.

Oh, wait?

- Just lettuce and good vibes.

Straight from get it to go in the middle of the forest.

- They're not gonna fall for that, dude.

- Why not? Who's going to know?

It's one more delivery person.

- Luke, in the adult world, people ask for IDs and stuff.

We can't just do what we want.

- Yeah. It's stupid. Who wants to see Godzilla anyways.

- Goddesszilla.

- Oh, my bad.

- And even if it were possible, I'm watching you, so.

- Please! Just take me with you.

You're a responsible adult.

You could probably babysit me anywhere.

- Can you tell him?

- I mean, kid has a point.

He's pretty small and portable.

- Are you really being manipulated

by a 10 year old right now?

No. It's, it's irresponsible.

It's immature.

And I told your sister no.

So.

I said, no. Forget it.

♪ Then I make a few jokes and you don't see the humor ♪

♪ I get real quiet and I feel like a loser ♪

♪ Feel like a loser

- You're so extra.

- It's my song, baby.

♪ Ooh

♪ I wish I was cooler, baby

♪ Ooh, yeah

♪ I feel like a loser

(foreboding music)

(vehicle beeping)

- We're running out of juice.

- We're almost there.

There's probably a gas station

between here and the festival.

Just gas up then.

- Hey, that's weird.

- Probably just an accident or something.

There was a back road back there though.

We could probably bypass all this.

(foreboding music continues)

(truck rumbling)

Yeah. Here we go.

Oh, staff entrance. That's fitting.

- There should be a first aid inside, right?

- Probably. Yeah.

(sinister music)

(door clicks open)

(upbeat music on radio)

- Hello?

(bell dings)

Hello? Is anyone there?

(silence)

- Maybe through there, behind the glass.

(ominous music)

Hey, watch out.

- [Ty] Shit is that blood?

(person screaming)

- Do you guys hear that?

(sinister music continues)

- What the hell happened here?

(Ty whistles)

- I don't know,

it looks like someone had a psychotic episode.

- Happens to the best of us.

(person whimpering) (dramatic music)

- Oh my gosh. Hey, hey.

Are you okay?

- They're everywhere.

I don't know where they came from.

They're in me.

I can feel it.

- People who, who?

Hey. Hey. Who?

- Shrooms. She'll be fine.

- Okay. It's okay.

Just...

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

(object crashing)

What is that?

- Yeah. What is that noise?

- This place is creeping me out.

I'm gonna go outside, try to catch a signal.

(sinister music)

- Hey, we're wasting time here.

Nothing they had could have helped her anyway, right?

We have to go find somebody.

- We can't just leave her here. Look at her.

- She's just having a bad trip, right?

This is as good a place to wait it out as any.

Let's go.

Babe.

(intense rock music)

(zombie growling)

- All right. Good news.

I got a ahold of 911.

- For real? - Yes.

And the operator said an ambulance will be

with Destiny and Lindsay in 15 minutes.

It's sooner than we can get there.

So why don't we just chill out for a little bit.

- Guys, I don't know.

I mean, our friends are hurt.

- And there's nothing we can do about it from here, Cupcake.

- Okay? Like, I don't think a few songs will hurt.

(rock music)

- Oh my God.

(Ash laughing)

- That's more like it.

Maybe it's a good thing there's not a lot of people.

♪ I'm in a grapevine

- Oh we're in for a special treat.

Say, thank you, daddy.

- Where'd you get it?

- From our friend.

They clearly weren't doing her any good. (chuckles)

Now, say aah!

- Hey. - I dunno.

- Come on, you just almost died.

Just a little?

♪ I realize what I attract

- See? Not such a downer after all.

Let's get close to the stage, come on.

♪ Oh no, no can save me now

♪ Don't wanna, don't wanna be saved ♪

♪ Oh no nothing

(sinister music)

(truck rumbling)

(sinister music continues)

(ominous music)

- Oh fuck! - Shit.

(suspenseful music)

- Fuck!

Oh no! (gasping)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Iris gasping)

(door thuds)

Okay.

They're not in there.

If they were dead, they'd be there, right?

- Oh yeah. I think so.

- There's no service though.

So if they could walk,

then they would've gone to the festival by foot.

- Yeah, this road leads right there, so probably.

- Okay, so.

(truck revving)

We can catch up to them.

- Iris. Iris it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna find them. We're gonna find them.

I promise.

Be strong.

Fuck.

(rock music)

♪ Bored of my reflection

♪ Why does my mirror have to be so accurate ♪

♪ What doesn't make us stronger kills us ♪

♪ Even quicker than a bullet

♪ There's nothing really to do

♪ And no one really to see

♪ I guess I drowned all my witches ♪

♪ There's no one left to talk to and no one to turn to ♪

♪ I burned all my bridges

♪ Hey oh, no place to go

♪ No way to go on

♪ Such a bummer summer

♪ Hey oh, nowhere to go

♪ But one thing I know it's a bummer summer ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Bored of self reflection

♪ Why do my thoughts need to be so cutting ♪

♪ I used to be stronger now I hang onto pain ♪

♪ Like it's worth something

♪ There's nothing really to do

♪ No one really to see

♪ I guess I drowned all my witches ♪

♪ There's no one left to talk to ♪

♪ No one to turn to

♪ Guess I burned down my fucking bridges ♪

♪ Eh oh

(dramatic music)

- I think I'm having a bad, a bad trip.

- No, no, you're okay. You're okay.

- I'm just gonna go get some fresh air.

- Are you okay?

- I'll be back. I promise. - Okay.

Okay.

(sinister music)

(zombies growling)

(sinister music continues)

(sinister music continues)

(rock music)

♪ Oooh ooh ooh

♪ Oooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Eh oh, no place to go

♪ No way to go home

♪ Such a bummer summer

♪ Eh oh nowhere to go

♪ But one thing I know it's a bummer summer ♪

(zombies growling)

(people screaming)

♪ Such a bummer summer

♪ Such a bummer summer

(ominous music)

(tense music)

(zombies growling)

(tense music continues)

(people screaming)

(zombies growling)

(tense music continues)

- [Ash] Kevin!

(suspenseful music)

- Whoa do you see that?

- [Iris] Is that Destiny?

- Slow down.

Oh shit, that is Destiny.

- Destiny! What happened?

- Destiny.

- Destiny.

- Hey fucker.

(truck horn hooting)

What the fuck?

(suspenseful music continues)

- Destiny.

What happened?

Where are the others?

(Destiny gasps)

Hey, where is everybody?

- She couldn't walk. I had to leave her, she...

- Who? Who?

- She was screaming and screaming and I just, I ran.

- Who?

- He tried to kill me. (sobs)

- Okay. Okay.

Okay. You're safe now, all right?

I got you.

- We're all gonna die here.

(somber music)

(Destiny whimpers)

(tense music)

- You're okay, dude.

Just gonna be okay. Okay?

(Destiny sobbing)

- Okay. Okay.

Let's, let's get you, let's get you into the truck.

Okay?

(suspenseful music continues)

Come on. Come on.

- Are you? Are you okay?

You okay?

(Destiny whimpering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(starter turning over)

- Can we go, please?

- We're out of gas.

- So we're walking?

(Destiny whimpers)

Fuck.

(crowd yelling)

- Ash!

Ash!

- Kevin. - Ash!

- Kevin?

- Ash.

- Kevin.

- Ash? - Kevin!

- Ash. - Kevin.

(crowd screaming)

Kevin.

- [Ty] Let's get the fuck outta here. We gotta get out.

- Ash!

- Kevin. - Ash!

(bodies thudding) (people screaming)

(Ash gasping)

(person groaning)

(people screaming)

(zombie growling)

(people screaming)

(zombies growling)

(car revving)

(people screaming)

(zombies growling)

(tires screeching)

(cars revving)

(metal crunching)

(zombies growling)

(metal crunching)

(car revving)

(suspenseful music)

(person screaming)

(zombie growling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zombie growling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Ash gasps)

(zombie growling)

(gunshot banging)

- Iris! Iris!

- Ash!

Ash!

(tense music)

Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

(zombies growling) (person screaming)

(suspenseful music)

- Talk about going viral!

(gore squishing) (victim groaning)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zombie growling)

- [Radio] 10 0 2. Report to command immediately.

- Yo, he's got a gun.

- [Kevin] Yeah, didn't do him a lot of good did it?

- [Radio] Copy.

Officer. Do you copy?

- What?

You want me to grab it?

- No shit.

What?

(zombie growling)

- She's gonna kill me.

- Are you scared?

Come on, bro. Go like that bitch up.

(suspenseful music) (zombie roaring)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

- [Radio] 10-02. - I can't.

Okay, I just can't, I'm sorry.

- Fucking coward.

- [Radio] To the festival of the Living Dead.

Put up a barricade. No one in or out.

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music)

(zombies growling)

Not so hard is it, Buttercup?

(tense music continues)

- Oh shit.

Ash! Get down.

Get him!

(zombie yelling) (shotgun blasting)

(sinister music)

- You left us. - Fuck!

- No, Ty said he...

What is he doing here? You said you were gonna watch him.

- I know. I fucked up.

- It's not her fault.

- You shut up.

Okay. Our parents are gonna fucking kill us.

I asked one thing of you.

- He just wanted to be with you on your birthday, all right.

Cut him some slack.

- Iris, you promised me?

- [Blaise] Hey guys, is that, Goddesszilla.

- Oh shit.

- [Blaise] They're running.

Why are they running?

- Here.

- Fuck, I can't load fast enough.

Where the fuck is the truck? - It's out of gas.

- Out of gas! - Yeah.

- Hurry!

(tense music)

- Run, run, run!

- I mean, but like, if you're into ironic deaths,

this is almost like Shakespearean.

- What?

- [Blaise] Getting killed by your favorite band, you know?

(tense music continues)

- Okay. Look.

Oh my God, open the goddamn door.

- Oh fuck!

- Okay.

(door banging)

- For fuck's sakes.

- Kevin!

(shotgun blasts)

(tense music continues)

Get inside!

- Get in. - Come on.

- [Kevin] Get inside. Come on!

(zombie growling)

(Ash grunts)

Ash!

- Ash!

(tense music continues)

- Get in. Get in. Get in. - Blaise take Luke.

- [Blaise] Yeah. I got him. I got him.

- Oh my God. You're alive. - Where the hell were you?

(Destiny shrieking)

One minute you were there

and the next, you were fucking gone.

- I looked for you. I tried to find you, okay?

- You tried to fucking find me?

- I tried. Okay.

- Thanks for opening the door.

Really fucking appreciate it.

- [Ty] Yeah. You're welcome.

- We didn't even know it was you, all right?

(Destiny shrieking) (door banging)

- Great. You brought company.

Any of you bitten?

- Don't touch me.

- Get off her.

- Hey, hey, hey. What is wrong with Destiny? All right.

Is she okay?

- Her sister's dead.

Remember Lindsay?

The one you abandoned with a broken fucking leg.

- No. No.

Ty, called them an ambulance.

- Forget about Lindsay. Okay?

In case you haven't noticed,

a couple thousand people are dead,

and at least three of them are at our door.

We need to get our shit together.

- It's 1968 all over again.

- Yeah. No shit.

- Enough!

You guys better get comfortable

because no one is going in or out until morning.

- Oh yeah. And then?

- We will be rescued.

- By who?

This whole place is quarantined.

There's a barricade on the highway.

- Ty, Ty, she's right. I mean, we heard the police radio.

They're not sending anyone.

- It's because they don't know that we're here yet. Okay?

Our dad can pull some strings.

- Oh your daddy's gonna come save you. That's cute.

- Look, just 'cause no one gives a shit about you.

- Ty, The longer we're here, the more infected there is.

- All right? By morning, we'll be surrounded.

- Look Ty's right, all right.

If we go out there, that's suicide.

- Okay. Just fucking let me think.

Okay, why don't we just wait it out a bit?

Think about this first.

- Wait it out?

Can you not think for yourself anymore?

- Hey she is thinking for herself. All right?

Just because she's not agreeing with you.

- Just shut the fuck up, Kevin,.

- You shut the fuck up, little rock star.

- Guys, please!

- Just shut the fuck up. - Guys!

- Daddy's boy. - What the fuck is that noise.

(footsteps thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zombie growling)

(floor creaking)

(dramatic music)

- Holy shit!

(zombie growling)

(Kevin grunting) (tense music)

- Two of you have a gun. Someone shoot him.

- Ash, shoot!

- [Ash] I can't fucking see.

I can't. I don't wanna shoot Kevin.

(metal clangs) (zombie grunts)

(Kevin yells)

- Fucking die! (zombie growls)

- Guys! Guys!

(tense music)

(gunshot bangs)

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music continues)

(flesh squelches) (Iris grunts)

- To the other room, now. Run.

(tense music continues)

Now, come on!

(zombie grunts)

- Tempered glass won't last forever

with all those fucking zombies.

Let's go. We need to barricade the window.

- You okay? - Yeah, I think so.

You should see the other guy.

(Luke gasping)

- Ash.

- Luke. Hey, hey, hey!

When was your last shot?

It's okay. Breathe.

- What is with him?

What is wrong with him?

- [Kevin] Ty, chill out!

- Last chance, bitch.

What the fuck is wrong with your brother?

- Put the gun down.

- I'm not playing games.

- Neither am I. Put the fucking gun down.

He's not bitten. He's a fucking diabetic.

- Okay. Can everybody just calm the fuck down?

Babe, please.

(Luke gasping)

- Well?

- Last shot was in the morning.

- Why didn't you fucking tell me anything? You could die.

- I know. I'm sorry.

I thought I had it with me.

It must have fallen out somewhere. I'm really sorry.

- Come here.

- Destiny.

Destiny. What's up, Destiny?

- Drink this. It'll help.

- There was, there was a, there was an ambulance, right?

There's an ambulance that we saw.

- We saw an ambulance on the way here.

It was on the other side of the festival.

- There should be insulin, right.

- Probably.

- What? No, you can't go out there.

You can't go.

- He's right. I said no one goes in or out.

- Well, listen.

My brother could die.

- Better him than all of us.

- Look. How would you even get out?

All right. We're kind of trapped here.

- I can go through the fucking window.

- The window that I'm barricading to keep everyone safe.

That window?

- Look if you go, the infected are gonna see you come out.

All right?

I mean, we're already dealing with enough

of these fuckers banging on our door. Okay?

We don't need more.

- Okay. We can't rationalize letting my fucking brother die.

- Okay, but we're not sure he's gonna die, right?

- He's just a kid. Okay?

We can't just sit here and do nothing

because we're fucking scared.

- Survival of the fittest, baby girl.

- You're a fucking idiot.

- Ty, fucking come on.

- [Ty] Just telling it like it is.

- Look, I'm handling this.

- You aren't handling shit.

- Baby, baby, listen, okay. Please.

Ty and I are just trying to keep you safe, all right?

You and everyone else here, okay?

We can't risk everybody's life for one kid.

- So the moment something goes wrong.

The rules of society go out the fucking window.

And what? Is it every man for his fucking self?

- Ash? This is not something.

- Wow.

- What?

- You're not scared of the infected.

You're fucking scared of him.

- Shut up.

- Why are you so desperate for his approval?

- What are you even talking about?

Don't go putting this on me,

just because you're not getting your way.

- I'm stopping a fucking coward.

(ominous music)

- We've been dating for what? Like three months.

You barely fucking know me.

- Yeah, I know enough.

- Yeah. Like what?

- We're done. - Okay.

- I don't give a shit what you and your brother say.

I'm getting that fucking insulin.

Anyone wanna fucking stop me?

(suspenseful music)

You wanna fucking stop me?

- No. Go ahead.

- That's what I fucking thought.

- Ash, don't go. I'm scared.

- Look at me.

You remember what grandma used to tell us?

How grandpa used to say, it's okay to be scared.

As long as you're doing the right thing.

You're gonna be okay.

You watch over him, okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Of course.

- Guess we're not seeing her again.

- I mean, I never even really liked her anyway.

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dog growling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(distant growling)

- Hey! - Shit!

You scared me.

What are you doing here?

- Helping.

It's my fault Luke is in this mess.

- No, it's my fault. He's just a kid.

I swear I'm the worst fucking sibling.

- Not worse than Ty.

You did the right thing. Breaking up with Kevin.

- Of course you'd say that.

Now we can be outcast together.

- Yay.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

- No. Let's talk about it.

So we're outcasts suddenly?

Not you, you're chosen.

But Blaise and I, it's what?

Just can't sit with us type shit?

- That's not what I said.

- Fuck you didn't.

- Okay. Iris can you please just drop it?

- Hmph.

Just like you dropped everything you actually stood for

the moment a football player gave you the time of day.

- I didn't drop shit.

And I could sit here and talk about it all day long.

But like I said, you wouldn't understand.

- Hmm. Why? 'Cause I'm not going to Harvard

or because I'm not on acid right now.

- Seriously, of all things to be judgmental about.

What happened to drugs, sex and rock and roll, buddy?

- You know that that's not what it's about.

It's about breaking the rules, having fun,

doing whatever the fuck you want.

When was the last time that applied to you?

- (sighs) You wouldn't understand?

- No, seriously.

Think if this were actually you.

If you weren't just doing some imitation of people

who don't give a shit about you for cheap validation,

I would support you.

But look at you, you're wearing their clothes,

popping their pills, abandoning your fucking brother.

I, I don't understand.

- Because you don't care

what other people fucking think, Iris.

Okay? You never have and you never will.

And it must be great.

But you know what? I do.

Do you realize how easy your senior year became

the moment I started dating Kevin.

I was finally doing high school the right way,

the way it's supposed to be done.

People saw me.

People wanted to be around me.

Do you know what that is like?

I didn't have to worry about how many likes

I was getting on a post,

or pretending to not like Valentine's Day

because I was one of the girls getting new grams

and asked to prom and getting balloons

on my fucking birthday because people fucking remembered.

So sure, fuck me for wanting to be liked

and occasionally stepping outside of my comfort zone,

which you should fucking try.

And last time I checked,

it wasn't a crime to want to fit in either.

(somber music continues)

- Right.

'Cause it's really working for you, huh?

- I mean, I treated her better than any other chick.

- I told you, man, she is a fucking drag.

- I mean, did I ghost her? No.

Did I cheat on her? No.

She makes a scene in front of everybody

and somehow I'm the bad guy.

- That's some narcissistic shit.

- Yeah.

(sinister music)

- Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on.

What if she lied?

- What?

- Left him here to kill us all?

- Nah, nah, nah. You're tripping.

- No, 'cause even if he is diabetic,

who's to say he's not infected too?

- Hey man. No, this is, this is too much.

- He's not infected. Look at yourselves.

(Ty gasping)

(Luke laughing)

- Look at him. Look at him!

- Would you guys fucking calm down. He's got diabetes.

He doesn't have any insulin. Relax.

- Ah! All right, listen up.

- Don't you touch him! - Shut up.

I'm saving our lives.

- Like hell you are!

(punch thuds) (Blaise grunts)

- Ty. What the hell?

(punches thud) (Ty and Blaise grunting)

(tense music continues)

(Destiny growling)

- Ty!

Ty! Shoot her!

(gunshots banging)

(intense music)

(Destiny growling)

(Kevin spits blood)

(gun thuds)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

(thunder rumbling)

- It's just that I just don't, I don't understand how this-

- Shh.

(zombies growling)

- What happened?

- Shit.

(zombies growling)

- Okay, how do we, how do we get in?

- I have a plan.

But you're gonna have to sneak around.

- What? Iris no! - Trust me.

I'm not gonna let Luke down again.

- Iris.

(chimes tinkle) (dramatic music)

(zombies growl)

(tense music)

(flare fizzles)

- Hey, fuck faces!

(zombies growling)

Follow me!

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

- We couldn't help the bitten.

- Oh my God.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

- Couldn't just leave unless we helped, but we couldn't.

How can we help them?

- How do I stop the bleeding?

(paramedic groans)

- Listen, take what you need and leave.

- Well, I can't just leave you here. (zombie roars)

(tense music)

(flesh squelching)

- Hey! Hey! Follow me!

(sinister music)

(zombie Destiny growling)

- Oh fuck!

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Destiny growling)

(gunshot bangs)

(glass shattering)

Well fucking jiminy!

(zombies growling)

(intense music)

(rain splattering)

(sinister music)

(Ty coughing)

(sinister music continues)

(sinister music continues)

(zombies growling)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(zombies growling)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zombies growling)

(Blaise grunts)

(solemn music)

You want to get outta here, buddy?

Let's go. Come on.

Oh fuck.

(tense music)

(zombies growling)

(tense music continues)

(sinister music)

(meteor rumbling ominously)

(zombies growling)

(sinister music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(owl hooting)

(flames crackling)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(Ash sniffles)

(object clatters)

(suspenseful music)

Don't shoot.

- Blaise! What the fuck!

- Ash. Oh, thank God.

- Dude. You scared the fucking shit out of me.

- I scared you?

I'm not the one fucking creeping up on people.

- What happened?

- Okay. It's infected blood.

Destiny and Kevin.

I'm sorry.

(ominous music)

(zombie growling)

(ominous music continues)

None of this is ours.

- I'm glad you guys are okay. - Ash! Ash!

(zombie growling)

(zombie sniffing)

Fuck!

(tense music)

(gunshots boom)

(zombies growling)

Dude!

- What? - Look, look.

- No fucking way.

- Tell me you've never played a single video game

without telling me you've never played a single video game.

- Okay, well let's go.

- Okay. Okay.

(suspenseful music)

Come on.

(Blaise grunts)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Ash exhales)

Ash you did it.

- Blaise, what if it's too late?

I can't lose him.

Not while he thinks I fucking hate him.

- He doesn't think that. Okay?

I promise.

(somber music)

Where's Iris?

Where's Iris?

(somber music continues)

- Sorry.

- What? No.

Fuck.

That's er....

That is.

(lighter clicking)

Come on.

(somber music continues)

Should we, should we say something?

- Honestly.

I haven't really been saying the right things lately.

- Well, I'll start.

When I first met Iris, I thought she was a bitch.

- Yeah.

- She turned and she smiled at me.

That fucking smile.

I've never met someone so badass.

And still so fucking chill about it too.

- I always thought the two of you would eventually end up

together, you know, like Ross and Rachel.

- Yeah.

(Blaise sniffles)

To risk a friendship like that,

you gotta really think about it.

You know?

(somber music continues)

Now it's too late.

Your turn.

- Um (clears throat)...

When Iris and I were in middle school,

we accidentally stumbled into a bush of blackthorn,

pricked the shit out of us.

And I remember I was so mad,

and Iris thought that there was something

beautiful about it.

She, she said that it was punk.

So that birthday, I, um...

I dressed it up and I pricked all my fingers and...

she loved it.

She fucking loved it.

For her birthday every year we would,

we would celebrate and we'd go there to that bush and...

this was the first year that I didn't go.

And I swear, Blaise, if I make it out of here alive,

I'm gonna go to that fucking bush.

(Ash sobs)

- Come here.

It's okay, Ash. Come here.

Come here.

It's okay.

- Ash?

- Oh my God, Luke, thank God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

- Are we gonna die?

- Of course not.

See, Blaise and I, we, we have a plan, okay?

- Yeah. We got a plan, dude.

- You wanna see something?

(keys jangling)

All right, we're gonna sleep here tonight.

In the morning, we're gonna get up.

We're gonna go to that parking lot.

We're gonna find the car and get the fuck out of here. Okay?

- Language.

- Sorry.

(dramatic music)

- [Luke] No. Get off of me.

Let me go.

Get off!

- You really want to do this?

My finger, might just slip.

(rock music)

♪ I'm unhealthy just like everyone else ♪

♪ They all tell me to look after myself ♪

♪ You'll die early if you carry on like this ♪

♪ I don't care at all 'cause I'm doing my best ♪

(zombies growling)

(rock music continues)

(zombies growling)

- Oh fuck.

(sinister music)

- How'd you find us?

- Followed the gunfire, genius.

- What do you fucking want?

- That little plan of yours.

We're not waiting till morning.

We're gonna find that vehicle and get outta here right now.

- Ty, you're infected.

- No shit.

But I'm not about to die here like some nobody.

If we make it outta here they'll help me.

- There's no fucking cure.

- They will find one!

Now you just worry about getting in that damn car. Okay?

Go!

(suspenseful music)

(zombies growling)

- Fuck! Fuck, we're surrounded.

Now what?

- Someone's gotta distract them.

- I'm the slowest. I'm the slowest, I'll go.

- No. I'll go.

- Ash, no!

- Listen, it's not a death sentence if I go, okay.

Look I'll hold them off of my gun, buy you guys more time.

I'll meet you back at the parking lot. Okay?

- But...

- I got him.

- Okay.

- Keys! Keys!

- What if you turn before I'm back,

you're just gonna fucking kill him?

- You better make it fast then.

- [Blaise] Fucking son of a bitch!

(tense music)

(gunshots blasting)

(zombies roaring)

(gunshots blasting)

(gun clicks)

- Oh shit.

(tense music continues)

(gunshot booms)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zombie munching) (flesh squelching)

(suspenseful music continues)

Kevin?

It's me Kevin.

Kevin, it's me.

Kevin, it's me.

It's me. It's Ash.

Will you stop.

Please don't make me do this. Stop it.

Please, please don't make me do this.

Kevin, please. I don't wanna do this.

Please stop.

Stop, fucking stop.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please, get away.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(gunshot booms)

(Ash sobs)

(ominous music)

(zombies growling)

(tense music)

(Iris panting)

(zombies growling)

(Iris screams)

(ominous music)

(flare fizzes)

(flames crackling) (intense music)

(intense music continues)

Iris?

(intense music continues)

(body thuds)

(zombie yells)

(intense music continues)

(Iris breathing heavily)

(zombies growling)

(ominous music)

(Iris breathing heavily)

(tense music)

(zombies grunt)

Iris!

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gunshots booming)

(gunshots booming)

- Ash, look out.

(zombie roaring)

(suspenseful music continues)

(zombies growling)

(Ash panting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(flesh squelches) (zombie grunts)

(suspenseful music)

- Iris!

- Ash! Ash!

- You're okay. - Let's go.

(flames crackling)

(ominous music)

Here.

(ominous music continues)

(zombies growling outside)

You came.

- Of course I did.

- I get it now.

- What do you mean? You get what?

- Why, why you chose them.

I tried making it back to the building,

but I didn't make it far. (poignant music)

Had to climb the stupid zombie just to get away from them.

Just looking down at the hoard beneath me

and I...

I thought...

This would all be easier if I just joined them.

You know?

Maybe I should just jump down.

Let them take me.

Be part of the inevitable.

- What stopped you?

- I heard the gunshots.

Knew you were still alive.

(poignant music continues)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything that I said to you.

Everything that I've done.

But hey...

We're not outcasts if we're together. Right?

I love you, Iris.

- I love you too.

(poignant music continues)

Where's Luke?

- He's with Blaise and Ty.

I told him that we'd meet him back at the parking lot.

(foreboding music)

Ty's infected.

(gun clicks)

- How many bullets do you have?

- Not one bullet.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, we're gonna need some weapons.

(flames crackling) (ominous music)

(people screaming)

(birds twittering)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(car beeping)

- Look there it is. There it is.

(suspenseful music)

Oh fuck!

Luke.

Luke. Be careful.

(suspenseful music continues)

Luke.

- Lindsay.

(suspenseful music continues)

Lindsay,

(dramatic music)

(zombie Lindsay roars)

- Luke!

(tense music)

(Blaise screams)

(zombie Lindsay roaring)

- Get her, Ty.

No! Ty!

Ty, get her!

No!

Ty! Ty! Ty!

You fucking coward.

(tense music continues)

Ty! Fuck you!

Ty!

- You!

- Listen to me. It's better him than us.

If we wasted any more time,

I would've turned and we'd both be dead.

- You don't know that!

- Trying to teach you a lesson here kid.

You understand? Do not try to be a hero.

Okay? It's every man for himself out here.

- Not every man, just you.

- Did you see anybody coming to save us? Huh?

Look outside. There's no police.

There's no SWAT. There's no national guard.

Look, you can say what you want about me, kid,

but I'm just trying to survive like everyone else.

And I don't see you jumping out to save your friend either.

So maybe we're a lot more alike than you think.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna use it on you.

(sinister music)

Unless you give me a reason to.

(tense music)

(zombie Lindsay growling) (Blaise screaming)

- Take your fucking paw off me.

I'm sorry.

(gunshot bangs)

Fuck! Oh!

- Blaise. Oh my God.

(Blaise exclaims)

Hold me.

- Hey, what happened?

Where's Luke.

- Ty fucking ditched us! - What!

- He has Luke.

He's got the car.

I don't know where the fuck he went?

- Guys, they're closer than we thought.

- [Blaise] These ones are slower,

but there's so fucking many of them.

(intense rock music)

(all grunting)

(intense rock music continues)

- Wait!

(car rumbling)

(button clicks)

(static hisses)

- [Announcer] To stop the spread of the infection,

the government has dispatched drones

to bomb the affected area.

- We gotta go back for Ash.

- You can't seriously be this dumb.

- Didn't you hear? They're bombing the festival.

- It won't matter for your sister. She's already dead.

But if you wanna go back for her, then be my guest.

- [Announcer] Spread of the infection.

The government has dispatched drones

to bomb the affected area.

(suspenseful music)

- What? You scared?

- It's okay to be scared

as long as you're doing the right thing.

- Yeah. Is that what your sister told you?

- My grandpa used to say it.

- Doubt he would last long in this.

- You'd be surprised.

(dramatic music) - Hey look at me-

(gunshot bangs)

(Iris grunts)

(Ash panting)

(drones humming)

(explosions booming)

- Oh my god, we need to run.

- Where, Ash?

This is it.

- Guys.

I hate to ruin this fucking excellent mood.

- Lindsay bit me.

- Where? - Show me.

- What I'm thinking is- - Show me.

- No, stop. I can feel it coming already. Okay?

This is happening. Whether we like it or not.

- Blaise, he's lying. - You guys can go.

Listen, if I can hold them up.

- No Blaise, you cannot do this.

- It will give you a chance to go kill that fuck, Ty.

- No, stop! No, stop!

You can't do this.

(intense music)

No, no, no, no, no.

- Iris, you have to go. - No, no, no, no.

No! No!

- Iris we have to go. - You have to go, Iris.

Iris you have to go.

- Iris, come on. - No!

- We have to go. (Iris screaming)

Iris we have to fucking go.

- All right, you fucking assholes.

All right you pieces of shit. Afraid of a little fire.

(Iris screaming)

(lighter clicks)

(Iris screaming)

I win motherfuckers.

(Blaise screaming)

- Iris come on.

(flames crackling)

(intense music continues)

(Iris sobbing)

- Get in.

- Luke!

(intense music continues)

(flames crackling)

(car rumbling)

(Iris sobbing)

(car rumbling)

(alternative rock music)

♪ So, what if I sleep all day

♪ Maybe I like the rain

♪ Maybe I live in my brain

♪ Maybe I don't know what to say ♪

♪ Maybe I need to complain

♪ Maybe I'm not so brave - Turn it up please.

It's Blaise's song.

♪ So, what if we're not the same ♪

♪ Maybe I'm over today

♪ Maybe that's okay ♪ So, I pack up my troubles ♪

♪ I might deal with them later

♪ Talk your ear off, feel like a complainer ♪

♪ Then I make a few jokes and you don't see the humor ♪

♪ I get real quiet and I feel like a loser ♪

♪ Feel like a loser

♪ Oooh ooh

♪ I wish I was cooler baby

♪ Oooh ooh

(music continues)