Breakdown Lane Page #3

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your own question.

Hey Max,

- yeah?

- Have you lost anybody?

You know.

- Not yet, but I'm worried.

- Sure.

- I hope.

- Are you married?

- I have a wife and son.

They're safe for now.

My neighbor has a bomb

shelter they're holding up in.

- How come you're not with them?

- Then who'd be here with you?

- Oh really?

- This thing came on us so fast.

I was already here

when it started.

And now unless I can find

an army tank lying around

in the office,

I'm cut off from them.

- Sucks.

- It's enough to

know that they're safe.

- A bomb shelter, huh?

That's convenient.

- It's ironic how I always

made fun of him for it.

But now...

- Yeah.

- The world has changed.

A lot.

- Hey Max, I just

thought of something.

- What's that?

- When my battery dies

I'm gonna lose you.

- Don't think about that now.

We'll figure something out.

- Oh yeah.

- Hey Kirby, everything okay?

- There's something out there.

- Like what?

- I don't know, it looks

like it's in the road.

I'm gonna go take a look.

- Kirby, stick to the plan.

Remember, don't

leave the life boat.

- Quit being such a p*ssy.

I was just, I was just

telling you where I'd be.

- Look, Kirby, I have

to lock things down here.

But do me favor, when you

get back, let me know, okay?

- Hello?

Max?

- Who's this?

- Marilyn Monroe.

- You doing okay?

I hadn't heard from

you for awhile,

so I wanted to check in

and make sure you're okay.

I was worried about you.

- Hi!

- Hey baby.

- Hey.

- Oh my god!

- Hey, f*** off!

- Well that wasn't very nice.

Just thought you

could use some help.

- Hey,

sorry.

I thought you were um,

one of them.

- Car trouble is it?

- Yeah, how'd you guess?

- What you need are a

couple of pack mules

to pull you along.

- You don't know where I can

get some pack mules, do ya?

- Like an old horse and buggy.

Simple as paint.

- How do you get 'em to move?

- That's the fun part.

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

- You know, I can't

really pay you for this.

- No need.

We survivors gotta

stick together.

- Sounds good to me.

- My place ain't far from here.

I reckon you could use

a shower and a hot meal.

- Wouldn't say no.

- Come on, pull!

Mindless sons-of-b*tches!

Come on!

- Hey Kirby, you there?

- I'm here.

- You were moving,

I've been calling for hours.

- Oh you were worried about me?

You're sweet, Max.

- Just so glad to

hear that you're okay.

So my driver found you?

He never radioed in.

- No.

- Then how?

- Let's just call it

horsepower, leave it at that.

- Well should I still

bother you with a tow?

Kirby?

- Huh? Oh, yeah.

I don't know much longer

this current situation's

gonna hold up.

- Git!

Come on, pull!

Pull, you mindless

sons-of-b*tches!

Pull!

Stop!

Stop, you sons-of-b*tches.

Git!

Watch that basket.

Get back!

Get back!

Well, here it is.

Home sweetest home.

- Ezekiel M. Harrison, PHD.

Oh, she's so pretty.

Sorry.

- Shower's down the hall.

Help yourself to whatever

you want from the fridge.

- Mm.

- Git!

Sons-of-b*tches!

Git,

git, git!

- Why do you feed them?

- Because they're hungry.

Must bring 'em some pleasure.

Some peace.

- Do you really think

they have feelings?

- Feelings?

Well, let's see.

Feel that?

Feel that?

I don't think she can feel that.

No?

How 'bout this?

Little disembowelment for ya.

Feel that?

Oh god.

Come a little bit closer.

Leave me be.

- I don't think you

should stay here.

- No?

And where would I go?

- You could come into

the city with me.

- And what is in the city?

- Survivors?

Answers?

- Nah.

Not me.

You should go.

- Listen, I can't just leave...

- no really.

Take what you want

from the house.

I just,

I gotta be alone now.

- Come on.

Well Max, really

f***ed this one up.

- What can I say?

Hey Kirbs...

You know I specialize in

helping you

unwind.

Where are you?

I miss you so much.

Can't wait.

It's been so long.

Now let me see you.

Just bear in mind,

in a few short hours,

I'll be licking you

all over.

- He was never any

good for you anyway.

But you already knew that.

- Dee?

Come on, Dee,

don't make me do this.

You'll get hurt, Dee.

Come on!

Oh!

This is Max.

- Max? Good news.

- What's that noise?

- I'm coming to get you.

- You are?

- Yep, then we're gonna

go get your family.

Sit tight.

In your face!

This stupid gun won't work.

Not yet.

You know things are bad

when a girl can't even get

attention from the vultures.

This is gonna suck, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You with me, Maxwell?

Don't worry, Max,

I'm coming.

- Come on, you motherfuckers!

Bring it!

You f***ing dick shooter!

F***ing finish me!

F*** it, I'll do it myself.

F*** you!

The f***'s wrong with you?

I see how it is.

Lil' miss hardcore, huh?

Please, come on!

You can't let me turn.

Please!

- Mervin?

- Jesus, don't shoot.

- Who are you?

- Hi, I'm Hillary from clerical.

I'm so...

It was quiet so I

thought I'd come down

and scavenge for supplies.

- There more of you?

- Yeah, there's several of

us holding up on the roof.

- We need to get off this roof.

- And go where?

We're in the safest

place we could be.

- No we're not.

- Where we gonna go?!

There are hordes of

these things out here.

- Who left you in charge anyway?

- No one.

But I know we stand a

damn sight better chance

if we stick together.

All right?

You know this.

- Max?

- Wait.

I know that voice.

My god, are you okay?

How did you get here?

- I'm alive.

- That's all that matters,

right?

- Told you I'd

come back for you.

- Yeah, you did, didn't you?

- They're coming.

- Quick, take positions!

- Everyone grab a weapon!

- Hey,

you'll do better with these.

You know how to

use one of those?

- No.

- Nothing to it.

Take that end point

it at the bad guy

and squeeze the trigger.

- You know what's crazy?

We've been fighting

these guys off

the last couple of nights.

And each time they come back,

there's twice as many.

- May not be smart,

but they are persistent.

- I got one!

- Yeah, but you need to

shoot them in the head.

- Oh.

You're good at this.

- Had a lot of time to

practice while I was waiting

for that tow truck

that never came.

- Sorry about that.

- Be right back.

- I got a head shot!

- That's great,

but we gotta move.

We need a way down.

That'll do.

- What, jump?

- Trash bags will

break your fall.

- F*** that, no.

Oh sh*t!

I'm okay.

- Okay, everybody off the edge.

You too, Max.

- Ladies first.

- Sh*t!

Hold up!

Max needs a minute.

- He's changing.

- No, no he's just,

- we... lady, we gotta go.

- No, I came too far for this.

Max, stay with me.

Listen, I can save him,

I just need something hot

and something metal.

Come on there's gotta

be something we can use,

just look around!

- There's nothing we can do.

We have to go!

- Max, look at me.

- Go,

Kirby.

- I'm out of here.

- Wait for us.

- I went through hell

and back to find you.

I'm not gonna leave you now.

- Go,

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