Sean: That’s right. Just a little bit closer. Attaboy.
Sean: Down ya go, ya big Irish bastard!
Shiro: What the fuck are you doing?
Sean: Just settlin’ a score with an old friend, son.
Shiro: What, the freak?
Sean: Old Jimmy Doyle.
Sean: Used to go to my old pub. Never liked him.
Shiro: Well, stop it. You’ll draw more of them over!
Sean: Son, just about the only good thing about this apocalypse is if some green fella lumbers by that I never liked, I can put a bullet in his head. Ya not gonna take that away from me, are ya?
Shiro: If there’s only one, use a knife. We don’t get to still be breathing by acting stupid. Now, come in; we’re doing the burial soon.
Sean: If he ever turns, I want first dibs.
Lorna: Joyce was…
Peter: It’s alright, hon.
Lorna: Yeah, I’ve got it, I’ve got it…
Lorna: Joyce was… a friend. She was always kind-hearted. She loved the kids. She and Gilbert sometimes used to watch them Saturday nights when Peter and me went to a restaurant. They always watched Jonah and the Golden Bunny with Milo.
Lorna: Gilbert was great. He used to tell the kids stories about when he was a kid. God, if half of them are true, I’d hate to have been his mother. I remember him telling Milo about how in the war, when he was a kid, him and his friends found an unexploded bomb in a field near his house. So, what did they do?
Lorna: They played with it!
Lorna: Joyce used to shudder when he told his stories. She’d say she was surprised he ever lived long enough to marry her. She was lovely, Joyce. Every now and then, she and I would sit down and we’d talk for hours – about absolutely nothing. We just liked to talk. Peter used to get home and find us, and he’d ask what we’d been talking about. And we’d both say “I don’t know!”
Lorna: She’ll be missed. They both will. This whole situation is horrible and just came out of nowhere. It’s not fair that such a lovely couple like Joyce and Gilbert had their lives snatched away like that. In the blink of an eye. It’s not fair that anyone should.
Lorna: So, goodbye Joyce. Goodbye Gilbert. I hope it’s better for you wherever you are now.
Peter: You did well, babe. That was lovely.
Henry: Aimi, you wanna say a few words about Ollie?
Aimi: Yeah, let me just-
Sean: Hang on a second.
Sean: I’d just like to say a few words about Joyce. I know she wasn’t my biggest fan; caught me passed out outside the front of her house once, after a heavy night at The Acorn. Shouted at me something rotten. And poor old Gil was looking on from the doorway like he didn’t know whether to take her side or feel sorry for me.
Sean: But she was a good lass. Always liked her. A town needs people like her; people who spread love and are there when you need ‘em. I wish I’d been more like her. They don’t come any finer, if ya ask me.
Peter: That was surprisingly moving, Sean.
Sean: Well, she was a good lass.
Sean: Not to mention, if I was thirty years older…
Peter: And he’s back.
Aimi: You saved me. I owe you my life. Not only because you saved me from my mum after she turned, but… but because I don’t know what I would’ve done without you afterwards. I’d lost my mum; those things kept coming and coming; the whole world was falling to pieces around us. But there you were; this perfect guy, walking in almost as if you’d always been meant to.
Aimi: I love you, Ollie.
Georgie: Wow, look at the size of this place!
Peter: Yeah, Joyce and Gilbert did pretty well for themselves.
Peter: We can stay here tonight, stock up on supplies. Then we can get going in the morning.
Henry: Sounds good to me.
Milo: Why can’t we live here? There’s lots of room for everyone.
Peter: It’s not safe, son. Too many of those things around.
Milo: I don’t see any.
Peter: Not now, no, but give them time and they’ll be at our door.
Lorna: Alright, try not to scare him.
Milo: I’m not scared.
Peter: That’s my boy.
Henry: Do you think there’ll be much in?
Peter: Joyce and Gil always had loads; used to say a house should always be ready for guests.
Lorna: I always felt bad when they came over and we didn’t even have teabags. (Laughs)
Karen: You alright, Jai? You’re quiet today.
Jai: Oh, don’t worry. I’m fine, thank you.
Sean: Ya startled me, old man.
Jai: Sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Sean: What are ya doing up at this hour? I thought you turned in a couple of hours ago.
Jai: I haven’t been able to sleep, I’m afraid.
Sean: I know that feeling.
Jai: All this death, the burials today, it all makes me think of my family.
Sean: You had a family?
Jai: I did; my wife Suzanna and my daughter Jasmeet.
Sean: What happened?
Jai: They got them; the infected. It was the night the outbreak really took hold in my town. I was working at the surgery and we were treating people with the symptoms; headaches, drowsiness, feeling sick, you know. But we didn’t know what was really going on, or how bad it was going to get. I decided to work late that night because so many people were ill. I called my wife and told her I’d be late home. She told me no. She said to come home, see my daughter. She was only home from university for a week. She said I was too good to people, that I worked too hard.
Jai: When I got back, I knew something was very wrong. My street was in ruins. My neighbours were all either dead or dying. I got into my house and then-
Sean: Oh, fella.
Jai: They weren’t just turned. There was nothing… nothing left.
Sean: That’s terrible, pal. I’m deeply sorry to hear it.
Jai: Thank you.
Sean: You kept this quiet when I asked you before.
Jai: I suppose part of me didn’t want to face it, wanted to pretend that my wife and daughter hadn’t died such horrible, senseless deaths. But these burials today just brought it all back. I couldn’t escape it. Death is everywhere now, all around us. We drop our guard for a second and we’re dead.
Sean: World’s gone to hell in a hand basket.
Jai: But I sense that something troubles you too, friend.
Jai: Yes. What keeps you up at this hour, if you don’t mind me asking?
Sean: Well… well, if ya must know, it’s that fella from earlier. Ya know? The one Shiro lost his nut over me putting a bullet in.
Jai: Oh, yes. Your old drinking friend.
Sean: Yeah. Got me thinking. Just a few nights ago, I was in The Acorn-
Jai: The Acorn?
Sean: My local.
Jai: Oh, right.
Sean: Yeah. Just a few nights ago I was in there like I always was. Tomorrow we’re leaving, maybe forever, and I’ll never go there again. I know it ain’t much next to your story, but there it is.
Jai: I understand what you mean. It’s hard to think about how much has changed, so quickly.
Sean: It is, at that.
Sean: Fucking Jimmy Doyle. Who’d have thought that old eejit’d come wandering by?
Sean: Ya know what? Fuck it.
Sean: I’m going down there.
Jai: Down where?
Sean: The Acorn.
Sean: If I’m leaving this town for good, I’m having one last drink at my local first.
Jai: But you can’t go! It’s too dangerous!
Sean: Ain’t up for debate, lad.
Jai: I’ll have to tell the others.
Sean: You can tell the others if you want, fella. Let them risk their necks coming after me. But I’m going whether they like it or not, so you’re best off just letting me slip out of here alone. No risk to anyone, that way. And I can handle a few errant circus freaks.
Jai: Then I’m coming with you.
Sean: Don’t be stupid. Just stay here.
Jai: No. I’m not letting you go off on your own. I’m coming.
Jai: Like you said, it’s not up for debate.
Sean: Alright, fine. Come, then, if it suits you. Bring your gun, unless you wanna take Shiro’s wisdom to heart and just politely ask the buggers if they’ll fall down.
Sean: Let’s hope the old place is a bit quieter than last time I saw it.
Sean: Fucking undead central last time.
Jai: And you’re going back?!
Sean: Fuck it if it makes any sense. Most things don’t, if you look hard enough at ‘em.
Sean: There she is.
Sean: Looks like the circus left town.
Sean: The atmosphere used to be a bit better, I’ll grant ya.
Jai: It’s funny.
Sean: What is?
Jai: The world had to end before I went in a pub.
Sean: Heh. World ends and I’m still in one.
Sean: You want a drink, pal?
Jai: No, thank you.
Sean: I fancy a drop of the stronger stuff. Think Ed used to keep it down in the cellar.
Jai: Sean, are you okay?!
Sean: Nothing to worry about, lad. Old Ed here always was a bit gruff in his manners.
Sean: Well, here’s to… you got anything?
Jai: To our continued survival?
Sean: Aye, that’ll do.
Jai: Really makes you think.
Sean: What does?
Jai: When you see a man have to put down an old friend.
Sean: Well, not sure I’d go as far as a friend. Old Ed was a crafty bugger. Had to watch he didn’t short-change ya sometimes.
Jai: Still. What has the world come to?
Jai: It’s not just tonight. I can’t sleep any night. I remember their- their faces, how they looked when I found them, when those things had finished with them.
Sean: It’s a sad thing. No doubt about that.
Jai: I keep going over and over it in my head. I should have come home earlier. Maybe I should have seen the trouble coming and been there to protect my family. I keep thinking that if I’d just done something differently, they’d still be alive.
Sean: Ya can’t do what-ifs. Ya didn’t do anything wrong. If we spend all our lives punishing ourselves for every little thing we did that might’ve led to bad happening, well, then there’s nothing left to live for. There’s nothing you coulda done to change things. Nobody saw this coming.
Jai: Then why do you torture yourself?
Jai: I can tell, Sean. Something happened to you. You torture yourself about it every day.
Sean: Don’t know what ya talking about, lad.
Jai: You do. What is it?
Sean: Fuck it.
Sean: I had- I had a wife, alright? And a kid.
Jai: What were their names?
Sean: MaryAnn and Patrick.
Jai: They’re nice names.
Sean: Look, it’s a long story. Ya don’t wanna hear it, old man.
Jai: I do.
Sean: Look, buddy, I ain’t a model man. In fact, when ya get to know me I ain’t much to know at all. I had a wife and a kid. I thought I was the luckiest fella in the world. I always thought God’d short-changed me in the looks department but I married a beautiful woman and I had a kid I was proud of. But…
Sean: It was the drinking. MaryAnn said to cut it down. Bless her; she gave me no shortage of chances. She said I was missing my son grow up, spending all my nights holed up in this place. Said I wasn’t paying attention to her like I used to. Said I was coming home at God knows what hour, drunk as any man’s ever been. One day she says to me, it’s the drink or her. Of course, I was irrational. Hit the roof. I thought she was being unreasonable, trying to clip a man’s wings, stop him having fun. Thought I had every right to come down here every night, take the edge off after I’d been working to put food on the table. Spent so much time arguing that I never just listened. Just argued ‘til the day she took Patrick and… and left. I got home from The Acorn one night and there was a note on the stairs. Says she’s taken Patrick to her mother’s. Says I’ve got a chance to sort myself out but that if I don’t, I’ll lose the both of them forever. At that point, any reasonable fella woulda sorted himself out. But I guess I’m not a reasonable fella.
Jai: I’m so sorry, Sean.
Sean: Don’t spend too much time feeling sorry for me, lad. I brought it on myself.
Jai: So, what happened to them?
Sean: Left. Don’t know where they went. Never saw them again. I kept convincing myself I was right, that she was being unreasonable. Used to sit in here and run her down, call her every name under the sun. Always wanted to believe it wasn’t my fault. To be honest with ya, some stupid, eejit part of me believes it even now.
Jai: How old was your son when you saw him last?
Sean: Ten. He’d be sixteen now.
Jai: Did you ever try to find them?
Sean: Kept telling myself I would. Kept saying this year’s the year. Gonna sort myself out, go find my family. But it didn’t happen. I felt ashamed of myself that each new year came round and I was just as wasted as the one before. In the end, I reckoned my family was better off without me, anyway.
Jai: I’m sorry to hear that.
Sean: You listen to me. Don’t you blame yourself for what happened to your family. You’re a fine man. Ya know that? I’d happily trust you with my life, any day of the week.
Jai: Thanks. That means a lot.
Sean: This situation is fucked up to the rafters, anyway. No fella knows if he’s safe or if he’s about to wake up with the grim reaper standing over him.
Jai: Sadly so. I just wish I’d been there to protect them, like a husband and father should.
Sean: So do I, pal. So do I.
Sean: MaryAnn and Patrick are probably dead by now anyway.
Jai: You don’t know that.
Sean: Ain’t got much reason to think otherwise, what with these freaks spilling out of every fold and crevice.
Jai: I’d like to think they’re still alive.
Sean: I appreciate it. You’re a rare good guy. Ain’t many like ya.
Sean: Ya know, part of me hates this place.
Jai: I don’t blame you.
Sean: To be honest with ya, that’s why I didn’t like Jimmy Doyle much either. We were drinking buddies for years. He had a wife and kid same as me. But when his old lady told him to come home, he did. Used to make fun of him, say he was whipped. But, ya know, his wife didn’t leave him and he got to see his kid grow up.
Jai: And now he’s dead as well.
Sean: Aye. Sad state of affairs. Tell ya the truth, that’s why I shot him. Put him out of his misery. I’d take death over lumbering about with a face like a leprechaun’s hat.
Sean: This place ain’t so cheery anymore, eh?
Jai: I don’t think you came back here for this place.
Sean: I think you might be right about that, old man. Let’s get outta this dump.
Sean: Oh, for God’s sake.
Jai: We’ll never outrun all of them. What are we going to do?
Sean: I’ve got an idea. Grab that barrel of the strong stuff, will ya?
Sean: FAT, JUICY BIT OF IRISH MEAT OVER HERE! COME AND GET IT, YA PACK OF FECKIN’ WANKERS!
Sean: That’ll teach ‘em!
Sean: Makes you wonder if Shiro would approve of this way of dealing with them, eh?
Jai: Listen, Sean; all’s not lost. You might see your family again one day.
Sean: I doubt that, my friend.
Sean: But thank you.