(thunder rumbling )
Man: Horns...
cars...
people--
all the malignant noise
of a city gone.
I used to hate the noise.
But now I don't know.
There's nothing left.
Well, almost nothing.
What happened?
Where did it
all go wrong?
For that
I have no answers.
But I do have a story.
- ( snarls )
- ( screaming )
( gasps )
( gunshots )
( gunshot )
Come on.
Come on.
- ( snarling )
- ( loud chewing )
Man: The gates of Cameo Place
keep the undead at bay.
Mostly.
"A few slip through
from time to time,
but our landlord is always
taking care of them."
- ( loud bang )
- ( snarling )
It looks like
his gun is jammed.
Maybe not.
Get away from the window.
( typing )
Dean, he needs our help.
What are we--
Dean, we've got to help him.
What can he do?
He's beyond any help.
Only a bullet
can save him.
Woman: 68 years old,
and this is how he goes?
- Nasty little things.
- ( continues typing )
Pure evil on earth.
That's exactly why we need
to stay put till help arrives.
Who's gonna run
the generator, Dean?
Who knows? I'm not volunteering.
Get away from the window.
I bet as soon as
the stupid thing loses power,
you'll be out there trying
to get more gas again.
Yeah, but only to have these on
to drown out all the noise.
Why are you so cold sometimes?
Years of rejection.
I am dying of boredom!
God!
Go ahead, ignore me.
Ignore me, Dean,
like you always do.
I'll just sit here.
Fine.
One of these days...
You know,
never mind.
Bye.
"With Mr. Charles dead
and gone,
unable to thin the number of ghouls
that slip through our gates,
who knows how long it will take before
they're clawing down our front door?"
Woman:
Oh, God, what was that?
Woman #2:
Looks like my landlord's arm.
Thank you.
It's my only good deed
for the day, bucko.
My only one.
- Why the fuck isn't this locked?
- I was waiting for you.
I heard gunshots.
- Gunshots?
- Yeah, a few minutes ago.
I told you about keeping
this door locked.
Look, I'm sorry.
Well?
There's motherfucking arm bones
in the yard.
Arm bones?!
I'm so sick of these
motherfucking zombies!
Got motherfucking arm bones
in the yard.
( sighs ) It's a motherfucking
plague, that's what it is.
Fucking biblical shit.
I do not need this.
Please, did you get it?
What?
Fuck, woman, are you crazy? Would you
close those motherfucking curtains?
- Damn!
- All right.
They're closed.
Now tell me--
God damn!
Zombie apocalypse, woman's got
the fucking curtains open.
Shit! Didn't I tell you
to board that shit up?
Damn.
What if those things
tried to get in?
Look, we're on the second floor.
Unless they learn to sprout wings
and fly, I think we're safe.
What were you doing
out there anyway, champ?
- My dad, he--
- Yeah, the guy in the street,
worthless.
Maybe you shouldn't talk shit
about things you don't fucking know.
Come on, Marcus.
Let's get out of here.
We're going to get your father.
Go ahead, go.
Go!
Mom.
We need him.
( loud chewing )
He's dead.
What you need is to live.
What you need is
to take care of this little man
and you ain't
gonna do it out there.
( sighs )
It's okay.
- ( sighs )
- Baby,
baby,
please talk to me.
I got it.
It's in the trunk
of the car.
Better not be fucking
with me, okay? I'm real hungry.
Yeah, and I'm starving
like a motherfucker,
but those things out there are
crawling over the motherfucking car.
You want that shit? You stick your head
out there in broad daylight and get it.
I'll get it
when the sun goes back down.
- ( squealing )
- Hey hey hey hey hey!
You know how I feel
about that noise. Shit.
Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about.
It's bad out there, ain't it?
Hey, we been through worse.
I'm scared.
But we'll get through it, okay?
We always do.
Come here, mama.
Let me love you up.
That's some corny--
( generator whirring )
I'm trapped in here
with this self-engrossed boy-child.
I can't live like this.
Not anymore.
There's gotta be some
survivors out there.
Yeah.
If he goes out tomorrow
to get gas,
I'll leave.
And then he'll come back
and he'll realize
what a jerk he's been.
Or he won't, and probably
in his dumpy little brain,
he'll think that I'm the jerk.
Then he'll villanize me
in one of his unreadable stories.
( snoring )
( happy tune playing )
Woman:
Help, help me!
Oh, no.
You got-- you got the--
oh, Lord, Jesus Christ!
( screams )
Woman: Help me!
Fuck!
Look, there's no way
you could have known.
Yeah yeah.
Guess we really are
the last ones, huh?
You want some?
No.
Sorry, we're out
of fried chicken.
Woman:
Tough kid.
Mother:
You have no idea.
- Has he cried yet?
- No.
Woman: I had one.
I miscarried before Marcus.
What?
Are we girlfriends now?
No, I just thought--
I was just trying--
Besides, I didn't miscarry.
I killed her.
First, give me
the Albatron mixture.
Yes, good.
Soon, my dear,
I shall have super strength,
astounding wit
and a full head
of glorious hair,
the whole world will see
at the lnternational Expo
for Revolutionary Science.
- I shall be Scientist of the Century.
- ( giggles )
I will go with you.
When is the Expo?
Sometime in March.
Woman on TV:
That's pretty soon, my dear.
Man: Soon enough for you, Heidi.
Record the process.
( gagging )
Woman:
Oh, gross! Disgusting.
Oh, gross!
That's gross.
( clears throat )
It's done.
It is done.
Nothing's beyond my mental grasp.
Heidi:
Just one thing.
What is it?
You're bald!
( laughing )
- What?
- You're bald! You're bald.
You're bald!
You're bald!
- ( laughing )
- Dana.
This movie's awesome.
( electricity powers down )
Oh, come on.
Oh, come on, please!
Dana: We've got plenty of kerosene
here for everything.
It'll be kind of romantic,
don't you think?
Romantic?
If you could block out
the moans of the living dead
just outside,
bumping into the walls
at all hours
knowing that at any second
that rotten death can come
crashing through the door,
the moonlight on their
decrepit bodies,
blood the color of molasses
in the blue light,
their foul stench that creeps
into your nose
and onto your taste buds,
hideous claws ripping
the flesh from your ribs,
and you can't wake up
from the nightmare--
Thanks, Dean. I wasn't planning on
going to sleep again tonight anyway.
- God, jerk.
- The mail--
Iet's see what's in there.
Let's see.
Junk junk.
Ooh, coupons,
I guess and bills, a bill.
Small package from
"Takoru Technologies
Worldwide."
- Bill, check--
- Takoru Tech?
That's my new processor.
It is.
What the hell?
You've had it this whole time?
Well, what do you think, Dean?
Bills and junk mail aren't the most
important thing on my mind these days.
Yeah, but you knew I was waiting
for this, Dana.
Not really. Anyway,
it was sitting right here, Dean.
Maybe if you didn't spend so much
time on that stupid computer of yours,
you'd be a little more aware
of your surroundings.
- It's a hobby, that's all.
- No, it's not. It's more than that.
I can't compete.
Sometimes I wanna take that thing
and throw it out
into the pouring rain.
- Throw yourself in the rain.
- Dean.
Okay, I was kidding.
I only meant that you should
cool off. Don't get all huffy.
Well, it's too late for that.
All right, I'm sorry.
It's just that I've really
been waiting for this.
I'm sorry, really.
Yeah, you're sorry.
Take a look outside, Dean.
There are walking
dead people everywhere,
slowly closing in.
Oh, hey, wait.
Let me go outside
and check the mail for Dean.
In case you didn't know,
the mailman's dead.
Yeah, everyone's dead.
Bring your lamp.
I gotta get this thing in there.
- Why?
- Come on, you can help.
No power and it still has him.
- ( knock on door )
- Man: Open the fucking door.
Hurry up now.
Stanley.
- ( woman grunting )
- Lie down.
Who's your man?
- Where'd you find it?
- Frankie's.
Get your ass down!
Frankie's.
Looked like he was squirreling away
for a long winter.
- Where's Frankie?
- Fucking zombies must have got him.
I don't know.
I couldn't find him.
Can I unwrap it now?
Whoa, I don't think--
I mean, look, we still gotta clean it.
Smells like it shit itself.
Baby, can I have a taste?
Please, baby.
Please, just a little taste, please?
All right,
but just a taste.
Hey, remember what
I told you about noise?
( grunting )
Okay.
Hey, that's enough.
Hey hey!
- That's enough!
- I'm sorry.
- I'm just hungry.
- I know. Me too.
But if we gonna make this last,
we gotta be smart.
Get up here.
Please let me go.
Bitch, you must be crazy.
Get your ass up here.
Here, open this.
What, what is it?
- Just open it.
- Okay.
It's a hardware upgrade.
Latest in processor technology.
I was selected months ago
to try it out for free.
You mean like a sweepstakes prize
or something?
One out of a million.
Congratulations.
- Ow!
- ( sizzles )
Okay, I'm ready.
Give it here.
Hold on. It says to use protection
when handling. Hold on.
Where are you going?
Just to let you know,
very soon you shall be quicker
and more powerful,
enabling you to function
like never before.
As soon as my slowpoke
wife returns.
Dana!
Put those on.
You're pathetic.
( sighs )
We gotta get that
generator going.
We gotta see what it does.
Okay, I'm gonna go pee.
- ( muffled screaming )
- I told you about the noise.
Now this is your last
friendly reminder, you understand?
Please please please,
don't hurt me.
If you gonna be a guest
in our house, you gonna be clean.
Please! ( crying )
( shower running )
Hey.
Don't.
We can't stay here.
- Yeah, no one's keeping you.
- That's not what I mean.
He's sick.
He needs medication daily.
You're in luck, girlfriend.
There's a drugstore a few blocks over.
It's not that hard
to get to.
It's rare.
The chances of them
having it are slim.
You obviously
have a suggestion.
Yeah, we have a stockpile.
Where?
It's in an apartment
across town.
Good luck with that.
Come on,
you know I'd never make it.
Maybe not.
- Dana.
- Yes, what is it?
I made up my mind
to go to find fuel
for the generator.
I'll check Mr. Charles' place too.
He probably has a ton
of supplies.
Canned food, water,
maybe even more gas.
His loss...
- our gain.
- Well, you know my answer to that.
Well, I'm going.
Well, I'm not.
I'm not going out there at night.
No, not at night.
Well, I'm not going
tomorrow either.
Fine, whatever.
It'll be a one-man mission.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
( scoffs )
( woman whimpering )
Put something on!
You find something that fits?
Stanley:
Find her something?
Found it.
No!
Bitch, you know I'm gonna suck
your motherfucking blood,
and trust me, there's more
painful ways to extract it.
( screams )
Eat.
No no no no.
We're civilized in this house.
Why?
Look, what we have here
is what an intelligent man
would call a symbiotic relation.
We need you to survive.
And without us,
you're fish food.
You're not gonna kill me?
That is not any kind
of question.
The question is
is how comfortable
are you gonna live?
You got me?
Mm-hmm.
She's eating.
- You smelled it?
- Sweetest blood I ever smelled.
Oh, God, I wanna suck her dry.
Yeah, me too.
- You know I love you, right?
- Yeah, back at you, babe.
- ( gulps )
- What's the matter?
I don't know.
It tastes funny.
Let me see that.
You always got something to say.
- ( winces )
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it's not that bad.
It don't taste like any human blood
I've ever tasted.
Do you even remember the last time
you had human blood?
I think so.
And it didn't taste like that.
I don't think we should
drink it.
It's fine.
Hey, maybe it's her diet.
You remember Bulgaria?
God, I can still taste the garlic.
Yeah, with all this going on,
Lord knows what she's been eating.
Still, it don't taste
as good as I thought it would.
It never does.
Woman:
Damon, don't go.
- Damon.
- ( loud chewing )
- Damon.
- ( low growling )
( slurping )
( gunshot )
( baby crying )
- ( baby growls )
- ( gunshot )
( keyboard clacking )
There's a map book
in the kitchen.
Mark the address.
Tomorrow you'll have
what you need.
You're welcome, Marcus.
( slithering )
( mechanical voice )
Pervert pervert
pervert!
( gasps )
She left?
Yeah.
You sent her home.
Mommy.
( humming )
You look rested.
Good. This is--
( sniffs )
- It's my...
- Shit, girl, don't say it.
I don't wanna know.
I'll get the wife, okay?
Just--
Just-- just chill, okay?
Stellie, Stellie!
Stellie, get your ass
over here.
Look, I need you
to draw the blood, okay?
- Think you can do that?
- Yeah. Yeah, I can handle that.
Look, I was tripping before,
okay?
But I'm cool now.
I promise.
What's the problem?
She's having girl trouble,
you know?
- She's having her period?
- Now why you have to go and say that?
You know how I feel
about that talk.
You are such a child. Get your ass
in there. I'll get something for that.
Calm down, girl.
I ain't gonna gut you.
I just need to pull
a little something-something.
So what's your name?
Why do you wanna know?
Seeing as how we're gonna
be spending some time together,
I thought that
we should introduce.
Suit yourself.
Natalie. My name is Natalie.
Well, hi, Natalie.
I'm Stellie.
You know,
you look as sweet
as you smell.
Thank you, I think.
Guess that sounded better
in my head.
Stellie.
What is it, Natalie?
Can I come out
of the room?
We'll see.
( gasping )
( zombie growling )
That's a nice machete.
How could something
that looks and smells so sweet
end up tasting so sour?
There's something wrong
with that girl.
This ain't right.
You going somewhere?
We need another.
Well, what about jungle fever
in apartment 16?
Look, I'm just saying.
I mean, you think we should replace her?
I really think we should
give it some time.
Look, this is not gonna work.
Not in the long run.
I need to go out there
and find another.
Hopefully a male.
We can feed off of him,
use her to supplement.
Maybe breed 'em.
Breeding.
That's pretty smart.
Yeah, I thought it up.
Hopefully, he'll taste
a little better.
Well, what about us?
I trust you.
You sure about that?
- Yes, I'm sure.
- Oh, yeah?
Stanley: Tonight.
( door creaks )
Who the fuck are you
supposed to be?
- Shh!
- ( screams )
- You dead son of a--
- ( shushing )
Good.
I'm going to snap
your neck like a twig.
My cactus.
( gasps )
Whatever that was
cannot exist.
But those things outside do.
Everything's too real
to be a dream.
I could be dreaming.
Maybe this is all
one great nightmare...
that seems to be half a year,
but it's actually
one night of sleep.
No no, it's all too vivid,
too complex.
( heart beating )
( squelching )
( door closes )
We have power?
How do we have power?
We have no power, Dean.
It's the backup power.
I have a little left from earlier.
Oh.
I can't sleep.
I was thinking
about Mr. Charles.
What do you think he was thinking
when those things ripped his arms off
and nobody went
to help him?
He was probably thinking, "Oh, shit,
they fucking ripped my arms off."
Do you remember
when we were married
and we said we'd love
each other
until the end of time?
Do you still love me?
Dean.
Dana, I told you that I get
caught up in my writing.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Aren't you tired?
I'm not. I'm bipolar.
- Go back to sleep.
- Okay.
Ouch!
( rat squeaks )
You are a vicious
little fucker.
Lord,
grant me the strength
to do what must be
and the knowledge to guide me
through these difficult waters.
There was someone
in the apartment.
The boy?
A warrior.
Did she possess the mark?
The tattoo on her wrist?
I don't know.
Robert is with her
in the apartment now.
Go back and find the boy.
Do what you have to do.
It should be me.
( speaks in tongues )
She's not the one.
Get her up.
( grunting )
Where are they?
What the hell is going on?
Where?
Who?
( winces )
( grunting )
( panting )
Priest:
You don't know.
She doesn't know.
Kill her.
- What do you want?
- Please, I'm a priest.
- What do you want?
- The boy.
Como say what?
The Antichrist.
( grunts )
( growls )
- ( snarls )
- ( bones crack )
This was supposed
to be our world.
( happy tune playing )
- Jesus, I'm sorry.
- ( music stops )
- Don't say that.
- No, it's okay.
No, I mean don't take
the Lord's name in vain.
Sorry.
I just meant I'm sorry
for what--
you know...
Well, you know
what they say.
You know about things
that don't kill you
and whatnot.
No.
Well, they say something.
I tried to talk
to him about it once,
but he wasn't having it.
I don't know how you cope.
I don't.
At least you had a family.
You don't have a family?
I've always been a loner.
A friend used to say that
was my lot in life,
whatever that means.
No, wait.
I won't bite.
Is that supposed
to be funny?
Please.
Just a little, okay?
He's completely absorbed
with his computer again.
It's like he's a slave
and that machine
is his master.
Who does he think's actually
gonna get a chance
to read anything
he writes anyway?
- Really?
He's completely forgotten
about us,
the way we used to be.
Morris,
you're probably
my best friend.
( moans )
That's disgusting.
God, Morris!
Jeez, ew ew!
Sorry. Morris, God!
I think I shall try to sleep.
Good night, Morris.
( coughs )
( spits )
( classical music playing )
Hey.
I wanna talk to you.
Where's everybody going?
Aren't we having fun?
Morris:
You were having fun.
We do not feel anymore.
This is death.
We just want to rest
and you want us to dance.
Do you not see
how selfish that is of you?
Your happiness is not ours.
So we must go.
I wanna go with you.
You should not be
with the undead.
What do you
wanna do today?
I want to go out.
- ( moaning )
- Maybe not.
Guess we'll have to think
of something else to do.
I'm beat.
Come on.
It's nothing a little fix
can't help.
Okay.
Okay, that's it.
Morning comes
and I'm almost finished.
Not bad for a night's work.
- ( knocking on door )
- Stanley: Stellie!
Stellie, come on.
Open the damn door.
Stellie.
Stellie! Stellie.
Stellie, come on,
open the damn door.
Stellie, Stellie,
open the door, come on!
Stellie!
Stanley: What the hell
are you doing out of your room?
Stellie, Stellie.
Stellie, baby.
Did you drink from her?
I'm glad you're back.
You see,
I don't think she's strong
enough to continue on.
Is she gonna die?
Of course she's gonna die.
But I don't think
that's the question
you should be asking.
What you should be asking is:
how are you gonna spend
the rest of the time you have left?
I'm gonna kick
your motherfucking--
You bloodsuckers
are all the same.
What happened?
She escaped.
Michael's dead.
She protects the boy.
Where?
A gated community
in Culver City.
We need to go now.
The boy must die.
( speaks in tongues )
I will not fail you.
I love what you've done
with the place.
She tried to lead you
to your death.
Yeah?
I'm not your enemy.
Yeah, but you messed
with my feng shui.
( bones crack )
Nigga, please.
Don't run.
I don't run.
Good.
- Are you gonna kill me now?
- No.
Kill you? No no. I like you.
And I need you.
You need me?
I need an unclean vessel
to bring my father to this mortal coil.
To bring your Armageddon
to completion.
Our what?
- I'll never be a part of--
- Wait, a part of what?
What the hell
are you talking about?
Armageddon, the zombies,
your plan to end the world.
End the world?
Why would I wanna do that?
I'm here to save it.
Have you ever looked around
at this world? Before, I mean.
Lying, cheating, murder,
terrorism, fast food--
we don't want it to end.
Then who?
No, he wouldn't do that.
Wouldn't he?
Ever hear
of the Great Flood?
A dude named Noah?
I hate to break it to you,
princess, he has.
Why don't you ask
your robed friends outside?
( snarling )
They're here to make sure
their Lord's plan comes to fruition.
To make real.
- They're coming.
- ( snarling )
Jesus, they're swarming.
Can't you do something?
Twitch your nose,
snap your fingers?
It doesn't work that way.
I'm a physical being.
Yeah, well,
let's get physical.
We're doing the right thing.
I'm just protecting
what's mine.
- When they get in--
- Don't worry about it.
- ( glass shatters )
- Fine.
( gunshots )
You are quite a warrior.
Has someone been in here?
Besides the zombies?
Your girl was
in my stuff.
That's my stuff, my stuff.
I didn't go through her personals.
Marcus: True enough.
Heather:
How are you doing, bucko?
Marcus:
I've had better days.
All right.
Come on.
- ( gun clicking )
- A little help here.
- ( Marcus grunts )
- ( zombies thudding )
That's awesome.
Do you cook?
Not so fast.
( snarling )
Natalie:
You're weaker.
Another day,
you won't be able to move.
Another day after that,
you'll be dead.
Somebody's angry.
Now this is what a smart girl
would call a symbiotic relationship.
Feed feed!
Feed!
That's it.
That's it.
( laughing )
That's it. Good boy.
Good boy.
That's it.
That's it. Good boy.
That's interesting.
( ragged breathing )
I'm so sorry, baby.
She's not looking too good.
Looks like you're gonna
have to pull double duty today.
Fuck you.
What did I tell you
about the language?
Hmm?
What are you?
Does it matter?
Would knowing matter?
Hmm?
Drink.
Drink or she will.
( coughing )
You can bleed yourself.
Why keep us alive?
A girl gets lonely
in an apocalypse.
Till tomorrow.
Father, bless this blade
and guide its path so that
the cleansing can continue.
( Heather grunts )
You can't stop it.
- ( grunting )
- ( squelching )
You did the right thing.
I guess we'll see.
Oh, come on!
You ain't got no life left.
Take mine.
You guys are awfully quiet
in there.
Oh, man!
( screaming )
( grunting )
No!
( feet squelching )
We're leaving.
Where?
I know a place--
sort of provincial-slash-Tudor.
Are you ready?
( gasps )
Dana, Dana, get up!
No!
Fuck you!
Machete.
( gasps )
( screams )
Little help!
Little help!
No! Help!
Stellie:
After everything
I still don't have no answers.
What happened?
Well, I guess in the end
it doesn't matter
how we get here.
What matters is
what we do while we're here.
And what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna kill me some
motherfucking zombies.
( zombie snarling )