Mason Storm:
You give me this beard.
Andy Stewart:
Yeah. [both start laughing]
Andy Stewart:
Well, you tried. [Mason starts laughing and Andy looks at him]
Mason Storm:
You ever been to China town.
Andy Stewart:
Yeah, why?
Mason Storm:
These are just some needles and herbs for my recovery.
Andy Stewart:
Wow, how did you learn to write in Chinese.
Mason Storm:
Well, when I was kid. My father was a missionary. I spent the first 10 years of my life in China. There, I learned how to fight as you could imagine. I remember going to my martial arts teacher. [he imitiates the teacher]
Mason Storm:
He said, "Why you come to me" and I say, "Ah, to learn how to fight." And he's like, "Oh, so you wanna hurt people, but you wanna be great." I say, "Yeah, I wanna be great. "Then first learn how to heal people to be great, to hurt people is easy." [both looking at each other]
Blythe Remington:
Zombies are getting harder and harder to find, if we're gonna continue making a living doing this, we've gotta infect our own towns, start our own plagues, spread the virus.
Hunter Leah:
You're crazy.
Blythe Remington:
You don't know what crazy is. Crazy? Crazy is when you come home, and find that your wife has been bitten, and turned into one of these things. Crazy is when you turn around, and your ten year old daughter is behind you with the flesh of her mother still in her mouth, and you have to kill her, cuz you know if you don't, she's gonna kill you. Neither of you people know crazy. *I* know crazy.
Hunter Leah:
When have you done this, Blythe?
Blythe Remington:
Twice. Once in Lost Hills.
Hunter Leah:
and the other? [Blythe looks out the window where there's a massive horde of the undead]
Jackson:
Shit!
Girl:
After the revolt, half the ovens remain, and we are carried to them together. I catch fire, quickly. The first part of me rises, in dense smoke, that mingles with the smoke of others. Then there are the bones, which settle in ash, and these are swept up to be carried to the river. And last, bits of our dust, that simply float there, in air, around the working of the new group... These bits of dust are grey. We settle on their shoes, and on their faces, and in their lungs. And they become so used to us, that soon they don't cough, and they don't brush us away. At this point, they are just moving, breathing and moving, like anyone else, still alive in that place. And this is how the work... continues.
