zombieland

I spent years on Earth and my old man does everything he can to get me to return to Hell. I finally return to Hell and my old man may or may not have brought me here to Everett. The earthquake and the tsunami were a bit overkill, Dad!

I swear I am going to get whiplash from his indecisiveness one of these days.

Last time I didn't follow the rules, my old man kicked me out of the house.

I have no intention of following the "military's" rules now. Look at me! I'm out past curfew.

Lucas?

Where are you? This isn't funny.

Looks like Christmas came early.

Woke up this morning, not the Devil anymore. I'm so relieved. No offense, Lucifer.

Either the Detective has arrived or I am no longer immortal.

Not cool. Not cool. Not. Cool!

Well, this isn't New York.

So, are we just going to ignore that the storms are getting worse?

Not the worst kidnapping I've had, but come on, I need to be in Paris in four hours.

Zombies, huh? Well it's a good thing I'm a decent shot.

Anyone care to tell me what the hell is going on?

Well, it looks like I'll be missing my conference.