[Scream]
Jake: What?!
Kev: I’m out of weed.
[Hannah and Jake enter a room to find Kev lying on the floor with a huge bottle of cider in his hands. He is very drunk]
Hannah: Ke…oh god!
Kev: I’m not even down to the label and I’m off my tits!
Hannah: what is wrong with that boy?!
[Kev comes running out of the wood into a field screaming]
Kev: Ahhh! Shot them! Shot them in the face!
[Kev and Jake see a zombie walking down the street]
Kev: dam I’d roman facemask her all night long.
Jake: You’re sick. She’s dead!
Kev: any holes a goal. Pulse optional.
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