Road of the Dead

Dispatch:
Sir, there's a lot of civilian and personnel on ground in the city. We can't do this.

General Sherman:
We can- and we are gonna do this. If this virus, or whatever it is spreads, we could lose the whole country. The entire world. They will be a fair sacrifice. Over.

[when confronted by a helicopter]

John Creasman:
I'm not stopping. You hear me? I'm not stopping!

Dispatch:
Target has been identified as John Creasman. A local mechanic. Has a prior history of disorderly conduct. Nothing special.

Commander:
He's a freaking nobody! He's obviously trying to reach the tunnel decks of the city. We can't let that happen. Nobody gets out of the quarantined area.

Checkpoint 9 Soldier:
Checkpoint 9 to base. We missed our transport... and are heading to the Hitachi River on foot. We'll be there in about 10 minutes!

General Sherman:
Good man. You make me proud. Carry on!

Unit 4 Soldier:
Unit 4 to base. Sector C was already overwhelmed. What do you want us to do? The freaking dead are still walking, goddamn it!

Commander:
Get a hold of yourself. We're... trained to handle anything.

[when an enemy clings to his hood]

John Creasman:
Get off my car, jackass.

Checkpoint Soldier:
Checkpoint to base. We're in trouble here. We need orders!

Dispatch:
Maintain current strategy.

Checkpoint Soldier:
We're about to be overrun. The current strategy is sh*t!

Phantom Eagle:
Phantom Eagle to base. Target in sight.

General Sherman:
God forgive us.

[when the bumper is fully is upgraded]

John Creasman:
Now I'm murder on wheels.

General Sherman:
Attention all troops. This is General Sherman, I am taking command of this operation. We're facing an enemy like we've never seen before. But keep your heads cool and we're gonna get through this. Now follow my orders carefully. All ground personal are to converge to a defensive line along the Hitachi River. Our backs to the water, we'll make a final stand, one single direction. We also have reports that some zombies have mutated. Be aware, they are very strong and should be avoided at all costs.

Outpost 7 Soldier:
Outpost 7 to base. We're facing a massive crowd of undead here. We're holding, but we might have to pull back if more show up.

Commander:
Maintain your position. They're dead and slow for Christ's sakes. Just kill 'em all!

Outpost 7 Soldier:
They're hard to kill, sir!

Dispatch:
Sir! We have reports that 12 of our forward posts were completely overrun in the last ten minutes!

Commander:
Where are the troops now?

Dispatch:
Scattered. Trying to regroup, sir.

Commander:
Damn it! Uh... have them fall back and... um... regroup northwest near the Brighton Bridge.

[when the windshield is upgraded]

John Creasman:
This is all that stands between me and hell.

Unit 16 Soldier:
Unit 16 to base. We're currently holed up in a shopping mall. Can we get a transport outta here?

General Sherman:
Unit 16. Your transport will be there in... five minutes. Just keep those people safe until then.

Commander:
Base to Checkpoint 4. Stop this prick, will ya?

Checkpoint 7 Soldier:
Checkpoint 7 to base. We have the highway target approaching, what are your orders?

General Sherman:
Let him through!

Checkpoint 7 Soldier:
Sir?

General Sherman:
Let him through. I have a surprise for him.

[when the body armor is fully upgraded]

John Creasman:
Damn helicopters will still shred me to pieces. This'll give me a chance.

[last lines]

Phantom Eagle:
Detonation confirmed.

General Sherman:
What's the status on the undead activity?

Phantom Eagle:
Radiations are still too high, sir. Status ETA, 10 seconds.

General Sherman:
Let's pray to whoever's still up there that we did the right thing.

Phantom Eagle:
No! Sir, we see a lot of undead movement. Sh*t! It didn't work. It didn't work!

General Sherman:
Then we failed, son.

Unit 11 Soldier:
Unit 11 to base. Brighton Bridge is completely overrun. We need a new fallback position, now!

Commander:
Uh... set up defense... at the... Chinatown Plaza.

Unit 11 Soldier:
Sir? We just came from there!

Commander:
Uh... Goddamn it! Just move north! Just move freaking north!

[after hitting a civilian]

John Creasman:
You bunch of yo-yos!