All right, guys, the only way
we're gonna make it out of this alive

is if we stick together.

- So--
- My friends call me "coach"!

- Coach.
- Jenny Lane!

Goddamn it.

Okay, the safe room 
is just a couple of rooms away.

When the doors open, just run like hell
and we should be fine.

All right, just let me get out
my little Desert Eagle.

Perfect.

Jenny Lane!

Okay, everyone get in!

(zombie snarls)

That is the scariest fucking thing
I have ever seen in my entire life.

Hey, look!
Lazer beams.

(screaming)

(muffled voice) Would you shut up?!
I'm trying to masturbate up here.

What'd he say?

He says he wants
some good ol' fashioned cola.

What?! Why?

He gon blow up the truck
and clear the way.

I would've just suggested
walking around it, but whatever.

(crazed laughter)

(screaming in pain)

Football!

Yeah!

Hey, jackass,
we got your coke.

You want me to just drop this
in the box or what?

Goddamn it! 
Just get away from here!

'Kay. Guys, we're walking around it!

Jenny Lane!

A mall...how original.

We can use that car to drive out in style!

It has no gas, you moron.

Yeah, but there's gas cans
scattered around

for just such an occassion!

Oh, well this should be easy--

(screaming)

That must be the feller 
who masturbates all day long.

(screaming, thuds)

Baby, I used to go here as kid!

And look, Ellis, it's Kiddy Land!

Do I look like some sort of queer to you?

(whump!)

Hey, I wonder what these things do.

(fireworks whistle)

Grabbin' pills.

Grabbin' puke?

Grabbin' heroin.
Uh, I mean adrenaline.

(gibberish)

[?]

Huh. I wonder why they
call this one Hard Rain.

(shrieking)

Damn, baby, there be like 
three witches over there.

Oh, that's okay.

Those five chargers in row
five minutes ago

made me realize how fucked we are anyways.

Hey, look!
Here comes another one.

Fuuuuuu!

Thank God this is almost over.

Yeah, looks like those planes
are here to rescue us.

(whoosh)

Look, they're droppin' us presents!

(distant explosions)

Why are they explodin'?

I hope mine's a football.

GAAAR!