Z Nation

Previously on Z Nation

I thought there was a mission that dictated

Our each and every action.

And that anything was justifiable in service of

The mission.

The centers for disease control is offering an enormous bounty

For Murphy's safe delivery.

What the hell is going on?

It's a damn Murphy free for all.

Where's Cassandra?

I mercied her.

I gave her life.

And you had no right to take that away.

She wasn't human.

Not since you bit her.

Not right now.

Flashlight. No batteries.

Half a bottle of aspirin.

Well I got no ammo.

Found this.

I got two batteries and four bullets.

I got two in my gun and two randoms in those.

You got gum?

For repair purposes only.

Remember fresh breath.

Oh.

Couple of bullets.

Road flares.

I got one empty clip.

You know what. See if these fit.

I know this looks shaky,

but we will find a way to get Murphy to California.

Well I'm hungry.

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

What are you looking at?

Murphy!

Wake up man.

What?

Help me find some lunch.

Nuts, fruit, edible tree bark.

Edible tree bark, huh?

How does Euell Gibbons do it?

Don't eat that tree.

Terrible aftertaste.

Let's roll! Come on, Murphy!

Well?

Two gallons, maybe three.

If we get ten miles a gallon

It'll get us halfway to Plainview.

Hey, where's Murphy?

He's right behind me.

Damnit Murphy!

How do you just lose Murphy?

What do you mean, he was just behind you? Really?!

Help! Help!

Doc! Warren! Your mission's fallen down the rabbit hole!

Vasquez! Your bounty's missing!

Help!

I'm gonna be really pissed if my last words

are "Murphy, where are you?"

We might as well be saying,

"Here we are, zombies. Come and get us."

Murphy better hope he's not around when I reach 9,999.

Easy, kid. We got to find him first.

Well I think it's somewhere around

Oh and don't eat the bark off them skinny trees.

Starts out tangy then goes south in a hurry.

Oh maybe it was over here.

At least you didn't flinch.

Better.

Good.

I was hoping we'd find him here napping.

That slippery bastard's gonna spend the rest of his day

in shackles if I have anything to say about it.

Your eyes follow me like a creepy painting.

That's weird for a Z. Zombies are more like

Uh...

Uh...

I can't really do it.

Didn't wanna kill him. This one was a handful.

Hiding in the dark to surprise

Kicking my Z-Catcher away.

Trying to remove my helmet.

Sometimes I do wish I was a doctor.

Consider myself more of a collector.

But letters after a name do not a genius make.

Those quacks at the CDC ignored me.

They should've listened to me.

What have we here?

Male zombie. Well preserved.

You're fresh for a zombie.

But fresh Zs are agitated and wild. They only want to feed.

But you are so mellow.

That's interesting.

I've yet to meet a Z that could speak. And I've met a lot of Zs.

Does your brain resemble his brain?

I'll have to remove your brain from your head to see.

No? Bad idea?

Wa... Speak to me, zombie. You can do it.

Water.

Synapses may be firing.

Wa... ter.

Water? You just asked me for water?

Yeah.

A zombie is asking me for water.

Which is the water?

Are you sure, bright eyes?

You just maxed out the zombie IQ test.

You're just severely dehydrated.

There you go.

Slowly.

More, please.

My first talking Z.

It's like meeting a unicorn that craps diamonds.

It's interesting.

Your flesh is deteriorating, but you are compos mentis.

A conscious, aware, thirsty zombie?

What are you?

My friends and I had car trouble when I accidentally stumbled

into your pit.

Wait here.

Can I help you with something?

More water.

I'm not as isolated as might appear.

My zombie safaris take me out of my zip code and on occasion

I catch interesting internet and radio chatter.

There's a man traveling among you.

He's the only human known to have survived a zombie bite.

His blood has the antibodies to create a vaccine.

It is imperative that he be transported alive

to the Centers for Disease Control Lab in California.

His name is Murphy.

Survivor of a zombie bite?

That'd make some kind of half-man, half-zombie.

That'd be a far fetched story.

A story that would require

irrefutable evidence.

You are Murphy.

Do a zombie's cuts get infected? The flesh is rotting.

- I'm not a zombie. - Had you feel pain?

Uh, yeah.

What is up with those cards?

I'm constantly observing and recording data all the time.

What the hell was that for?

Pain is a useful teacher.

Hey, listen. Is this thing really necessary?

I've heard tell of The Murphy.

The stories suggest you are the most dangerous man half-alive.

That's absurd. Listen,

my friends are gonna be looking for me.

Friends?

You mean the bounty hunters who were taking you to the CDC lab.

The CDC are idiots!

I thought we covered that.

These are all unopened.

After a while, they stopped reading my warnings.

They were probably in on it.

The people actually wanted to handle it.

People are sheep.

Stay away from the CDC.

I will admit that my interactions with the CDC

have left me less than impressed.

Thank you, Mr. Murphy.

It is refreshing to hear you say that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Total accident. - Damnit!

Be careful with that thing.

You can relax, Mr. Murphy.

Can I?

Yes.

Because I don't want the bounty.

I just want to know what it is to be you.

Imagine if the biggest ComicCon ever did it with the Smithsonian

Voila.

You're making a zombie museum?

It'll be much more than that when we open the

restaurants, the night clubs, and the gift shops.

And it won't be like one of those candy-ass ComicCons

where they ban real weapons.

You're banned from ComicCon?

I'm a zombie hunter. Of course I'm carrying.

Costume play? Cosplay? Not a real word.

Ridiculous. There is no play. I told them this was coming.

They'll listen to me now. Of course they're all dead.

Nice to have something for the kids.

White zombie. Have you seen this?

I missed that one.

I am not what you would call a hardcore fan of the genre.

Released in 1932.

It is the grandfather of the American zombie film.

Starring Bela Lugosi.

White Zombie introduced the notion that

shooting a zombie in the chest would not kill it.

And they were right.

I Walked with a Zombie.

From 1943. Taps into the Haitian voodoo roots of the mythology.

You see, Caribbean slaves

feared they would remain servants even in death.

I've had that nightmare.

The one that started it all for me.