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- So, I can't pick you up tonight.

You're gonna have to take the bus.

So you got your bus pass and everything?

Got your keys?

- Yeah, I got it.

I got the address.

I'll see you.

What the fuck was that?

- Oh, God, is she okay?

- I think she's sick, don't touch her.

- Help me!

- What the hell happened to you?

You look terrible!

- I was--

- There's something wrong with your skin, your eyes.

I could barely even recognize you!

Don't touch me!

You're sick, I can tell!

Like the people they warned us about on the news.

How could you let this happen?

How could you do this to me?

God, this is so fucking typical of you!

Just when everything is going so well

you find a way to go and screw it all up again!

I wanted to start a family.

I wanted to marry you!

Oh, my God, what was I thinking?

I should have known better than to trust you

with even the most simplest thing!

Because if anyone can go and screw it up, it'll be you!

I ought to call the police.

You'll need to be quarantined.

Don't touch me!

Just stay away from me!

You don't exist to me!

You're not my girlfriend anymore, you're a monster!

- No!

- And while we're doing that let me

show you something really impre--

- People who mean the cause of Christ

and sing I surrender all.

Well, let God for an hour!

Why is this true?

- The subject is late 20's, female.

That's a good one.

That's definitely how she got infected.

Though I take it she was walking around a bit post mortem.

- They found her at a beauty salon.

She tried to attack the staff, but they stopped her.

- Judging from the dentation, a couple teeth missing.

I'd wager he's homeless.

I want to see what or who she's been eating.

Scalpel.

Nurse, I thought you said she was deceased!

- I said she hadn't moved for a few hours.

They must have only knocked her out!

- Well, get her under control!

Give her a sedative or something!

Scissors.

- She's not dead, she's still moving!

I don't know what to do!

- Oh, she's dead, alright.

No one gets like this and lives.

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you're dead.

Quit moving.

Give me a surer hand, I can't work like this!

We're gonna have to do the brain first.

This one doesn't want to come quietly.

I'm sorry this happened, I really am,

but there's nothing I can do about it now.

Your body's dead.

Your brain just doesn't seem to know it for some reason.

We need to get everyone on the same page here

so that you can get some rest.

Rest in peace.

- Gross, skank alert.

- No man, it's one of them sickies we heard about.

- Nasty!

- Hey, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Oh, yeah. (laughs)

- No, you idiot!

You're disgusting!

If we take her into quarantine we get a $500 dollar reward.

- Oh, yeah.

What if she bites us?

- Didn't bother you a minute ago.

- Oh, yeah.

Hey, little girl.

Where do you think you're going?

- Come on!

- Di, I'm home!

Sorry I'm late.

Did you get my text?

Di?

Baby?

I'm home!

I got us some beers.

Where are you?

Baby, just come on out, come on.

Let's just have a chill night.

Baby, Di, come on!

Let's just have a chill night and relax.

I'm sorry I'm late!

("Nobody Likes You When You're Dead" by Zombina)