Dead Season Page #2
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tested nukes here.
And that's the down side,
because most of the stuff that grows here you can't eat it.
I mean don't even think about
eating the coconuts.
Get the problem?
See, that's the thing, we have
a limited ability to feed people.
Which is why we have to go through
this screening process,
before we bring in new members
of the community.
So what happens if they don't pass
the screening process?
We cross that bridge
when we get to it.
So how many are you now?
Ah, there's sixteen of us.
Jason. Now we were walker free
in this island,
since a few months ago
when a Dutch cruise ship
crashed right off the coast there.
Since then all kinds of things
have been washing to shore.
Booze, supplies, Walkers.
So we sweep the beach daily to salvage what we can.
Kill what we need to.
This is our life,
if you want to be part of it,
pitch in where you can.
Work hard, and ahh,
just don't be afraid to get your hands dirty.
Hey, how about a cold beer?
You've got cold beer?
Umm... Ah here we go. It's delicious.
Please, help yourself.
What is it? Jerky?
Cargo from the Dutch.
Bet it's been a while
since you've had some meat, huh?
Say more than a while.
Been a long time.
So, how did you two meet?
Wanna tell him?
I'm sure it's quite a story.
Where ever you came from,
it's a long ride.
Yeah. I used to babysit her.
So light bulbs are scarce,
so please be resourceful.
And, uh, no hot water.
It's broken at the moment,
but tomorrow morning
I'm gonna try and fix it.
Thanks
Yeah, try to get some rest,
busy day tomorrow.
Good night all.
- Goodnight... Timberlake.
Kurt.
What about him?
You tell me.
He's crazy. Watch him.
Sanz. Cigar Castro dude.
Whatever.
Ignore. Alex?
He's just a dumb kid.
Yeah but he's cute. Tommy?
Balding, tribal Tattoo.
Watch.
Here's the compound. This gate
is basically the only way in.
Keeps the Walkers out. This barricade
separates us from the rest of the island.
Conrad believes that your boat
is here on this beach.
Did you pass a pier, when you came in,
a lot of Walkers?
I don't know.
How about there's a brick saw mill,
did you go through there?
Yeah, we went right through it.
Alright, and then after that
did you go over a road?
Yeah.
If you curved this way,
your boat could be on this beach.
Anyone! Is anyone out there?
Please identify your location.
The military base... just outside London.
The Walkers are running.
I don't know why
but they die, they get up, and they-
Running... you serious?
Listen, we need a way
to evacuate immediately! Seriously!
Hello?
Todd. Take these two over
to North Beach, look for the boat.
Uh... Fine gimme a second.
Sure this is the right beach?
Yeah. - Bullshit, man!
Hey, I don't know what to tell y a.
This your idea of entertainment?
Like life before the internet.
- And TV.
Or life after the internet and TV.
Can the chatter. We do this because
it's important.
Our lives are important. Watch... See.
It's slow!
You keep active and move,
you're going to be alright.
Toss the bat.
Now, I don't care what it is.
Machete, Bat, wrench.
Use it to create separation.
I protect myself.
I can evade. I can leave!
Now. If you want to have a strike
evasion, use the technique,
step to the side...
Try to hit right between
the fourth and fifth vertebrate.
Snap the the neck in half.
That's a good day. Alright, who's up?
You! Lets go.
No thanks.
Alright. Why the f*** don't
you do that?
Nice job back there. Showed some skill I'm impressed.
Why because I'm a chick? Sorry to say, I don't fit the
normal female mold around here.
Look, for this to work, everyone has
to contribute and be effective at it.
These women are very effective
in their roles.
With the male to female ratio
being four to one, they're greatly valued.
What is this, some weird Mormon thing?
It's the exact opposite.
Look I'm going to ask you two,
to reserve your judgment
until you are more deeply integrated
into the community.
Colonel! - What's up?
It's Rachel. I think she's sick.
Is she sick, or is she in a mood?
I don't know sir.
Rachel. Rachel.
This is Elvis, he's your new doctor.
Hi Rachel.
She fainted. Prior to that
she was delusional.
You a real doctor?
Yeah, something like that.
I'm fine.
No sweetie... no you're not fine.
She doesn't eat.
What's your normal diet consist of?
The island diet is primarily meat.
And she doesn't want to eat meat.
It's just, you know, a phase.
A phase? - Yeah it's a phase,
You are going through.
Well maybe if you gave me some real
food then I'd eat.
Rachel, can I run a few tests on y a?
Let's put this down here.
Here we go... alright.
Can you look at me?
Look to your right. Look to your left.
Close your eyes, and open your eyes... good.
Squeeze my two fingers for
a five count, as hard as you can. Ready?
Go. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Good.
You play any sports or anything?
Yeah it's called stay in my room
all day and stare at the wall,
it's f***ing awesome.
Seriously, do you get out?
No.
Look, if I had my gear I could do
some other tests. As far as I can tell
she's healthy. Ok.
I mean physically,
but she does need to eat more.
Yeah.
How long has she been in this room?
Ten months.
Ten months? - Yeah!
Like has not left this room
in ten months?
Listen to me. She is not ready
for what's out there.
Come on, you got eyes.
Okay... she's confused,
she has cabin fever,
and she probably needs
somebody to talk to.
She's got me to talk to.
Someone else.
Okay, I mean when was the last time
she had a conversation
with another woman?
It's been awhile.
Everyday, it's something different
with her.
Could you just go in,
and just talk to her?
What am I supposed to say?
Whatever girls talk about.
Just... you know...
Let her in.
I'm Tweeter.
You're Rachel? How old are you?
Seventeen. What kind of name
is Tweeter?
What, that's my name.
Your parents named you "Tweeter"?
Well... No... it's...
Oh. So you made it up.
Look, I'm not here to talk about
me okay?
They said you needed
someone to talk to.
I just want to go outside!
He thinks I'll die,
or get raped or something.
- So... when you do go out...
No! I don't go outside.
He doesn't let me leave! Ever!
here your age?
Just you and those whores.
I had a sister though...
And a mom...
Do me a favor and tell my dad
it's girl stuff or something.
Yeah, OK.
Who the hell does he think he is?
Yeah, who the hell does he think
he is?
Seriously, we were fine without them.
Really? We've been living off of
gas station food.
Potato Chips... Canned Ham...
F*** there was a week I had
to survive off of dog biscuits.
Look, it's not that bad. We're safer.
Bigger numbers.
I mean, doesn't anything make you
happy?
Hey, I dunno, what makes you smile?
OF course stuff makes me happy.
Well tell me! I don't know
anything about you. I don't know your name...
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