Edges of Darkness

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(thunder rumbling )

Man:
Horns...

cars...

people--

all the malignant noise

of a city gone.

I used to hate the noise.

But now I don't know.

There's nothing left.

Well, almost nothing.

What happened?

Where did it

all go wrong?

For that

I have no answers.

But I do have a story.

- ( snarls )

- ( screaming )

( gasps )

( gunshots )

( gunshot )

Come on.

Come on.

- ( snarling )

- ( loud chewing )

Man:
The gates of Cameo Place

keep the undead at bay.

Mostly.

"A few slip through

from time to time,

but our landlord is always

taking care of them."

- ( loud bang )

- ( snarling )

It looks like

his gun is jammed.

Maybe not.

Get away from the window.

( typing )

Dean, he needs our help.

What are we--

Dean, we've got to help him.

What can he do?

He's beyond any help.

Only a bullet

can save him.

Woman:
68 years old,

and this is how he goes?

- Nasty little things.

- ( continues typing )

Pure evil on earth.

That's exactly why we need

to stay put till help arrives.

Who's gonna run

the generator, Dean?

Who knows? I'm not volunteering.

Get away from the window.

I bet as soon as

the stupid thing loses power,

you'll be out there trying

to get more gas again.

Yeah, but only to have these on

to drown out all the noise.

Why are you so cold sometimes?

Years of rejection.

I am dying of boredom!

God!

Go ahead, ignore me.

Ignore me, Dean,

like you always do.

I'll just sit here.

Fine.

One of these days...

You know,

never mind.

Bye.

"With Mr. Charles dead

and gone,

unable to thin the number of ghouls

that slip through our gates,

who knows how long it will take before

they're clawing down our front door?"

Woman:

Oh, God, what was that?

Woman #2:

Looks like my landlord's arm.

Thank you.

It's my only good deed

for the day, bucko.

My only one.

- Why the f*** isn't this locked?

- I was waiting for you.

I heard gunshots.

- Gunshots?

- Yeah, a few minutes ago.

I told you about keeping

this door locked.

Look, I'm sorry.

Well?

There's motherfucking arm bones

in the yard.

Arm bones?!

I'm so sick of these

motherfucking zombies!

Got motherfucking arm bones

in the yard.

( sighs ) It's a motherfucking

plague, that's what it is.

F***ing biblical sh*t.

I do not need this.

Please, did you get it?

What?

F***, woman, are you crazy? Would you

close those motherfucking curtains?

- Damn!

- All right.

They're closed.

Now tell me--

God damn!

Zombie apocalypse, woman's got

the f***ing curtains open.

Sh*t! Didn't I tell you

to board that sh*t up?

Damn.

What if those things

tried to get in?

Look, we're on the second floor.

Unless they learn to sprout wings

and fly, I think we're safe.

What were you doing

out there anyway, champ?

- My dad, he--

- Yeah, the guy in the street,

worthless.

Maybe you shouldn't talk sh*t

about things you don't f***ing know.

Come on, Marcus.

Let's get out of here.

We're going to get your father.

Go ahead, go.

Go!

Mom.

We need him.

( loud chewing )

He's dead.

What you need is to live.

What you need is

to take care of this little man

and you ain't

gonna do it out there.

( sighs )

It's okay.

- ( sighs )

- Baby,

baby,

please talk to me.

I got it.

It's in the trunk

of the car.

Better not be f***ing

with me, okay? I'm real hungry.

Yeah, and I'm starving

like a motherf***er,

but those things out there are

crawling over the motherfucking car.

You want that sh*t? You stick your head

out there in broad daylight and get it.

I'll get it

when the sun goes back down.

- ( squealing )

- Hey hey hey hey hey!

You know how I feel

about that noise. Sh*t.

Yeah, that's what

I'm talking about.

It's bad out there, ain't it?

Hey, we been through worse.

I'm scared.

But we'll get through it, okay?

We always do.

Come here, mama.

Let me love you up.

That's some corny--

( generator whirring )

I'm trapped in here

with this self-engrossed boy-child.

I can't live like this.

Not anymore.

There's gotta be some

survivors out there.

Yeah.

If he goes out tomorrow

to get gas,

I'll leave.

And then he'll come back

and he'll realize

what a jerk he's been.

Or he won't, and probably

in his dumpy little brain,

he'll think that I'm the jerk.

Then he'll villanize me

in one of his unreadable stories.

( snoring )

( happy tune playing )

Woman:

Help, help me!

Oh, no.

You got-- you got the--

oh, Lord, Jesus Christ!

( screams )

Woman:
Help me!

F***!

Look, there's no way

you could have known.

Yeah yeah.

Guess we really are

the last ones, huh?

You want some?

No.

Sorry, we're out

of fried chicken.

Woman:

Tough kid.

Mother:

You have no idea.

- Has he cried yet?

- No.

Woman:
I had one.

I miscarried before Marcus.

What?

Are we girlfriends now?

No, I just thought--

I was just trying--

Besides, I didn't miscarry.

I killed her.

First, give me

the Albatron mixture.

Yes, good.

Soon, my dear,

I shall have super strength,

astounding wit

and a full head

of glorious hair,

the whole world will see

at the lnternational Expo

for Revolutionary Science.

- I shall be Scientist of the Century.

- ( giggles )

I will go with you.

When is the Expo?

Sometime in March.

Woman on TV:

That's pretty soon, my dear.

Man:
Soon enough for you, Heidi.

Record the process.

( gagging )

Woman:

Oh, gross! Disgusting.

Oh, gross!

That's gross.

( clears throat )

It's done.

It is done.

Nothing's beyond my mental grasp.

Heidi:

Just one thing.

What is it?

You're bald!

( laughing )

- What?

- You're bald! You're bald.

You're bald!

You're bald!

- ( laughing )

- Dana.

This movie's awesome.

( electricity powers down )

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on, please!

Dana:
We've got plenty of kerosene

here for everything.

It'll be kind of romantic,

don't you think?

Romantic?

If you could block out

the moans of the living dead

just outside,

bumping into the walls

at all hours

knowing that at any second

that rotten death can come

crashing through the door,

the moonlight on their

decrepit bodies,

blood the color of molasses

in the blue light,

their foul stench that creeps

into your nose

and onto your taste buds,

hideous claws ripping

the flesh from your ribs,

and you can't wake up

from the nightmare--

Thanks, Dean. I wasn't planning on

going to sleep again tonight anyway.

- God, jerk.

- The mail--

Iet's see what's in there.

Let's see.

Junk junk.

Ooh, coupons,

I guess and bills, a bill.

Small package from

"Takoru Technologies

Worldwide."

- Bill, check--

- Takoru Tech?

That's my new processor.

It is.

What the hell?

You've had it this whole time?

Well, what do you think, Dean?

Bills and junk mail aren't the most

important thing on my mind these days.

Yeah, but you knew I was waiting

for this, Dana.

Not really. Anyway,

it was sitting right here, Dean.

Maybe if you didn't spend so much

time on that stupid computer of yours,

you'd be a little more aware

of your surroundings.

- It's a hobby, that's all.

- No, it's not. It's more than that.

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