Edges of Darkness Page #3

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use her to supplement.

Maybe breed 'em.

Breeding.

That's pretty smart.

Yeah, I thought it up.

Hopefully, he'll taste

a little better.

Well, what about us?

I trust you.

You sure about that?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Oh, yeah?

Stanley:
Tonight.

( door creaks )

Who the f*** are you

supposed to be?

- Shh!

- ( screams )

- You dead son of a--

- ( shushing )

Good.

I'm going to snap

your neck like a twig.

My cactus.

( gasps )

Whatever that was

cannot exist.

But those things outside do.

Everything's too real

to be a dream.

I could be dreaming.

Maybe this is all

one great nightmare...

that seems to be half a year,

but it's actually

one night of sleep.

No no, it's all too vivid,

too complex.

( heart beating )

( squelching )

( door closes )

We have power?

How do we have power?

We have no power, Dean.

It's the backup power.

I have a little left from earlier.

Oh.

I can't sleep.

I was thinking

about Mr. Charles.

What do you think he was thinking

when those things ripped his arms off

and nobody went

to help him?

He was probably thinking, "Oh, sh*t,

they f***ing ripped my arms off."

Do you remember

when we were married

and we said we'd love

each other

until the end of time?

Do you still love me?

Dean.

Dana, I told you that I get

caught up in my writing.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Aren't you tired?

I'm not. I'm bipolar.

- Go back to sleep.

- Okay.

Ouch!

( rat squeaks )

You are a vicious

little f***er.

Lord,

grant me the strength

to do what must be

and the knowledge to guide me

through these difficult waters.

There was someone

in the apartment.

The boy?

A warrior.

Did she possess the mark?

The tattoo on her wrist?

I don't know.

Robert is with her

in the apartment now.

Go back and find the boy.

Do what you have to do.

It should be me.

( speaks in tongues )

She's not the one.

Get her up.

( grunting )

Where are they?

What the hell is going on?

Where?

Who?

( winces )

( grunting )

( panting )

Priest:

You don't know.

She doesn't know.

Kill her.

- What do you want?

- Please, I'm a priest.

- What do you want?

- The boy.

Como say what?

The Antichrist.

( grunts )

( growls )

- ( snarls )

- ( bones crack )

This was supposed

to be our world.

( happy tune playing )

- Jesus, I'm sorry.

- ( music stops )

- Don't say that.

- No, it's okay.

No, I mean don't take

the Lord's name in vain.

Sorry.

I just meant I'm sorry

for what--

you know...

Well, you know

what they say.

You know about things

that don't kill you

and whatnot.

No.

Well, they say something.

I tried to talk

to him about it once,

but he wasn't having it.

I don't know how you cope.

I don't.

At least you had a family.

You don't have a family?

I've always been a loner.

A friend used to say that

was my lot in life,

whatever that means.

No, wait.

I won't bite.

Is that supposed

to be funny?

Please.

Just a little, okay?

He's completely absorbed

with his computer again.

It's like he's a slave

and that machine

is his master.

Who does he think's actually

gonna get a chance

to read anything

he writes anyway?

- Really?

He's completely forgotten

about us,

the way we used to be.

Morris,

you're probably

my best friend.

( moans )

That's disgusting.

God, Morris!

Jeez, ew ew!

Sorry. Morris, God!

I think I shall try to sleep.

Good night, Morris.

( coughs )

( spits )

( classical music playing )

Hey.

I wanna talk to you.

Where's everybody going?

Aren't we having fun?

Morris:

You were having fun.

We do not feel anymore.

This is death.

We just want to rest

and you want us to dance.

Do you not see

how selfish that is of you?

Your happiness is not ours.

So we must go.

I wanna go with you.

You should not be

with the undead.

What do you

wanna do today?

I want to go out.

- ( moaning )

- Maybe not.

Guess we'll have to think

of something else to do.

I'm beat.

Come on.

It's nothing a little fix

can't help.

Okay.

Okay, that's it.

Morning comes

and I'm almost finished.

Not bad for a night's work.

- ( knocking on door )

- Stanley:
Stellie!

Stellie, come on.

Open the damn door.

Stellie.

Stellie! Stellie.

Stellie, come on,

open the damn door.

Stellie, Stellie,

open the door, come on!

Stellie!

Stanley:
What the hell

are you doing out of your room?

Stellie, Stellie.

Stellie, baby.

Did you drink from her?

I'm glad you're back.

You see,

I don't think she's strong

enough to continue on.

Is she gonna die?

Of course she's gonna die.

But I don't think

that's the question

you should be asking.

What you should be asking is:

how are you gonna spend

the rest of the time you have left?

I'm gonna kick

your motherfucking--

You bloodsuckers

are all the same.

What happened?

She escaped.

Michael's dead.

She protects the boy.

Where?

A gated community

in Culver City.

We need to go now.

The boy must die.

( speaks in tongues )

I will not fail you.

I love what you've done

with the place.

She tried to lead you

to your death.

Yeah?

I'm not your enemy.

Yeah, but you messed

with my feng shui.

( bones crack )

Nigga, please.

Don't run.

I don't run.

Good.

- Are you gonna kill me now?

- No.

Kill you? No no. I like you.

And I need you.

You need me?

I need an unclean vessel

to bring my father to this mortal coil.

To bring your Armageddon

to completion.

Our what?

- I'll never be a part of--

- Wait, a part of what?

What the hell

are you talking about?

Armageddon, the zombies,

your plan to end the world.

End the world?

Why would I wanna do that?

I'm here to save it.

Have you ever looked around

at this world? Before, I mean.

Lying, cheating, murder,

terrorism, fast food--

we don't want it to end.

Then who?

No, he wouldn't do that.

Wouldn't he?

Ever hear

of the Great Flood?

A dude named Noah?

I hate to break it to you,

princess, he has.

Why don't you ask

your robed friends outside?

( snarling )

They're here to make sure

their Lord's plan comes to fruition.

To make real.

- They're coming.

- ( snarling )

Jesus, they're swarming.

Can't you do something?

Twitch your nose,

snap your fingers?

It doesn't work that way.

I'm a physical being.

Yeah, well,

let's get physical.

We're doing the right thing.

I'm just protecting

what's mine.

- When they get in--

- Don't worry about it.

- ( glass shatters )

- Fine.

( gunshots )

You are quite a warrior.

Has someone been in here?

Besides the zombies?

Your girl was

in my stuff.

That's my stuff, my stuff.

I didn't go through her personals.

Marcus:
True enough.

Heather:

How are you doing, bucko?

Marcus:

I've had better days.

All right.

Come on.

- ( gun clicking )

- A little help here.

- ( Marcus grunts )

- ( zombies thudding )

That's awesome.

Do you cook?

Not so fast.

( snarling )

Natalie:

You're weaker.

Another day,

you won't be able to move.

Another day after that,

you'll be dead.

Somebody's angry.

Now this is what a smart girl

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