Z Nation

Previously on Z Nation.

Those are zombie bites.

Eight of them.

If we can get him to the lab in California,

they can use his blood and make more of the vaccine.

Shoot him!

You're that sharp shooter that saved my ass, aren't you?

So what's your name, kid?

Ten Thousand.

Does it mean anything?

How many zombies I'm going to kill.

One thousand fifty-nine.

One thousand sixty!

Nice shot, kid!

Amish zombies.

Really?

Really?

They tried to quarantine themselves

from the rest of society.

Keep the Zs from spreading the infection.

That was before we knew Romero had it right.

We were all carrying the virus.

Didn't matter who you were or how you died.

Night of the Living Dead. Great movie, sucky reality.

You know what I don't get, If the Zs didn't spread the virus,

how did we all get infected?

Best guess I heard, it was spread by birds.

Some kind of parasite piggybacked on the bird flu.

Stays dormant 'till you die.

You know

take it from somebody who knows first hand.

Other than the fact that they find brains delicious,

when it comes to zombies nobody knows nothin'.

My turn.

Have we just met?

Thank you.

Hey, hurry up.

I want to get past DC before dark.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm tellin' ya, there ain't nothin' there.

No thoughts, no memories.

No soul.

Nothin'.

Well they're not dead.

They want something.

Yeah. Brains.

You can't want something if you're not conscious,

if you don't have a soul.

When my pa was wounded,

he told me to tie him up before he turned.

Made me promise to show him mercy when he died.

Kill the brain, you know?

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't hurt my pa,

no matter what he'd become.

I stared into his eyes for the longest time, just

looking for some sign he was still in there.

Did you see anything?

What did you do?

I killed it.

Damn, kid.

You had to put down your own dad?

Didn't kill him.

Killed it.

But if it's not alive, how did you kill it?

Piked it.

Right here. My first kill.

I always wish he knew, you know,

somehow knew that I kept my promise.

Humans! Six o'clock!

I see them.

Is that more of your cannibal friends?

No. Something else.

Up ahead!

Where's he going?

Hey! Kid!

What do you think?

Plow right through?

No, I don't want to wreck the truck again.

Let's pike them and be on our way.

Oh what, are we having a little mercy party?

Hey, let's do this quietly.

There might be more of them nearby.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Something's wrong.

Yeah, she's right. Look at their feet.

Hold it right there!

All right, now drop your weapons

or die

right where you stand.

Put down the weapons

or eat brains.

God, I love that kid.

Now, we just want the vehicle.

All right?

So give us the truck

and we'll let you live to die another day.

Give them the truck!

Don't give them a goddamn thing!

Do the math Garnett.

We have other priorities.

Get them the damn truck.

Listen to your friend there.

Nobody wants to die.

But we're taking that truck.

Say the word, Garnett.

Let them have it.

The truck.

Let them have the truck.

Smart move.

All right guys, let's go!

And leave the junker!

They're not gonna get very far.

Murphy.

Beautiful.

Sergeant Raymond Valdez.

Delta Force. Deceased.

Lieutenant Mark Hammond.

Delta Force. Deceased.

Cause of death.

Unknown.

Alvin Bernard Murphy.

AKA Patient Zero.

Previously serving three years in federal prison

for postal fraud.

Compulsory volunteer, project Bite Mark.

Status.

Believed to be en route to Mt. Wilson CDC lab, California.

Sergeant Charles Garnett, National Guard.

Believed to be in possession of Patient Zero.

Current location, somewhere south of Philadelphia,

accompanied by an unknown number of civilians.

Come in, Citizen Z.

Mayday. Mayday.

This is Addison Carver with Delta-Xray-Delta.

Trying to contact Citizen Z.

Come in, Citizen Z. Addy Carver.

- Mayday. - Doesn't sound military.

Slightly east coast accent.

I wonder.

Level nine top secret clearance only.

That would be me.

Facebook, Friendster, Twitter, Tinder.

A regular trip down memory lane.

Someday this will be all that's left of us.

Addison Carver, AKA Addy.

Age twenty-six. Student.

Believed to be accompanying Patient Zero to Mount Wilson

regarding operation Bite Mark.

Last contact seven days ago.

Status,

single.

I mean, status unknown.

What a tomato.

What?

No offense babe, but you need a bath.

Do I?

Yeah.

Oh, okay. Yeah, when was the last time

you changed your underwear goat-boy?

What underwear?

Ewww!

Hey!

Y'all see that?

That's them, all right.

Bastards.

Looks like they're trying to rob some poor family this time.

Not if I have anything to say about it. Come on.

Would it matter at all if I said don't do this?

Drop your weapons on the ground

or the first shot takes your head off.

You heard the man. Drop your weapons.

Now.

What's this?

A robbery.

Drop your weapons.

Now.

I don't want to have to kill you.

Never get out of the boat.

Yo, can't this thing go any faster?

I'm gonna die of old age before we get to California.

You can always get out and push.

No, not me, sister. I'm special.

Talking to you makes me wonder

about this whole saving humanity thing.

Stop the car!

Oh, it's the family.

We got to get off this road.

Absolutley nothing new is going on

in this decimated world of ours.

It's the same desperation, the same devastation

everywhere you look.

And who the hell keeps posting all these cat videos?

We should have known piano playing kittens

was a harbinger of the Apocalypse.

Okay.

Quiet!

This is Sergeant Charles Garnett calling Northern Light.

Charles Garnett calling Northern Light. Come in, Northern Light.

Can you read me? Citizen Z, are you there? Over.