hear the angels cry.

He seems lucky. I’ll help you find him, Mary Jane. I promise you.

I hope so. I tracked my here and I'm sure, judging by the surroundings, there's a crater nearby. We should start there. And Douglas, thank you.

Okay, we’ll go. So you’re a wife with a vengeance?

Exactly, and I will stop at nothing to get him back.

I’m Douglas Fir. It’s nice to meet you, Mary Jane.

Sciencey, 'ey? Bet you never thought I'd know the meaning of your name. Nice to meet you too. Now lets go.

Can I know your name?

You can call me Mary Jane.

I think the appropriate term is that you’re immune.

Looks like you're immune too then. Welcome aboard, now lets go and find my husband.

Your arm… you were bit. I can tell, and that’s how I remembered. 

I was bit over a month ago when I first got here, and nothing! No infection, no turning, no death. Nothing! I'm perfectly fine, so just leave it and lets focus on you.

So must you.

Excuse me?

She… she bit me.

Then she must be eliminated. And so must you.

M—Madison…

What?

I’m… I’m so sorry. A research facility, you say? I remember… something. No… No, I can’t. Shit! Can I ask what you mean by the undead? 

Don't worry about it, it'll come to you eventually. I mean zombies. People who are dead and have rose from the grave and are just walking around feasting on others. I've only survived this long because I've had to. You have to learn these things, surviving and shit... plus, I know karate. That helps sometimes. But judging by you, I don't think you'll last very long if they make an appearance and I've no doubt led most of the ones who weren't after Caleb here. Accidental, of course. 

Fine… I’ll try and get up. What are you doing here? Where are we?

We're outside a research facility, down south from the mountains. It's abandoned but from my surveying it doesn't seem like it's been for very long. And I'm here, because I'm searching for my husband. He was taken by the undead... they didn't even kill him, they just carried him off. 

Who… who are you?

Your worst nightmare dressed like a daydream if you don't fucking move.

Get up, darlin'. You don't want to be here when the undead arrive.

See, no, it’s the complete opposite in Australia. I suppose I have to buy loads of cardigans and jumpers now.

Well, I could recommend some places, I've been here for a few days now so I've had time to explore.

I have a feeling I’m never going to get used to the cold. this is my fourth hot chocolate.

I live in the cold England, so I'm used to this... and when I said 'cold', I mean like the Ice Age cold.

I used to think the same thing when I was a child.. Did you get rid of the spider? And uh, your brother? Hi, I’m Aulani. 

My brother's Mason Jordan! Like Michael Jordan, except without the Michael. To remember me it just think of Mace... and for Jordan... just think of the Kingdom! I like kingdoms. Anyway, back to what I was saying! My brother, who I share a room with, talks about you in his sleep and does stuff to his pillow... sometimes he'll hug it and then thrust into it while he's sleeping! I don't know why he's thrusting... maybe he's trying to perform CPR with his pelvis! Oh my god, he's dreaming about you possibly dying! That's not good... maybe he needs to be taught the proper CPR. I don't know who taught him to perform CPR by thrusting your pelvis. Maybe it was Hank, he thrusts all the time into my sister... she's close to death every night!