Feast 3: The Happy Finish Page #2

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- I know what you're up to.

- Shut up.

I can use a shield.

Hey.

Where the hell are you going,

motherf***er?

Come on, little guy.

LIGHTNING:

Last stop, shitbag.

Don't taste so good.

- Double-crossing sleazebag.

- Listen. No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I wasn't trying to screw you.

- Shut up. They'll hear you.

Jesus.

God.

- Jesus.

All right, listen.

Listen, I... I...

Listen,

would you stop f***ing hitting me?

I'm not f***ing with you.

I didn't know how to tell you this.

I do not have enough cars.

Be quiet! Shh!

I don't have enough cars for

everyone, okay? But if we stay...

Be quiet! Shut up.

Listen. Listen. No, no, no.

We can do this, okay?

All we gotta do

is stick together, okay?

F*** your boss.

I can't stand that b*tch.

But you, you and me, if we stick

together, if we stick together...

Somebody!

Oh, no. Somebody.

Help!

Please, help me.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hurry up and open the safe, pipehead,

and let's get the f*** out of here.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

You will remember.

Visualize.

Okay, okay.

Visualize.

Okay.

Let's go.

My leg!

- What is this thing?

- This is my house.

And you're trespassing.

Meth lab. - We're buried.

We're safe down here.

Safe, my ass.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Come on, let's go!

Goddamn it.

Come on,

let's get the hell out of here!

What the f*** are you doing?

I'm glad that still works.

- Get out of there.

- Just a sec.

Help!

Die.

Help! Help!

F*** you.

Hey.

Wait a minute. Wait!

- Wait.

Wait for us.

Hey. Wait. Hey.

No!

Hey!

F***.

Begone, foul beasts. Begone.

Back, I say. Back, demon.

Back.

Get back.

Back. Back.

Back.

Begone.

I did it again.

Come out, everyone.

Don't be afraid.

- Who are you?

- Stand back and be amazed.

GREG:

Yes, I am he.

The Prophet.

I got the gift, faggots. Ha-ha.

I control the monsters.

I wish them to leave

and they leave.

You must go underground

through the sewers.

The way to the big city.

You want us to take these storm drains

all the way back to the big city?

- Don't talk to the Prophet that way.

- B*tch, I will f*** you up.

Hey, hey, hey, dipshit.

Listen, this guy just

saved our asses, okay?

If he says take the storm drain,

we better sure as sh*t

take the storm drain.

Be cool.

Let's play this thing out.

Come, we must act quickly.

I'll bring up the rear.

What the f*** was that, old man?

Shut the f*** up,

you dimwitted c*nt.

We can slow down.

I feel the monsters' presence

dissipating.

You saved our ass, Moses.

We're much obliged.

I can't see nothing down here.

You okay, sweetie?

We're not alone.

You hear that?

- No, I hear it too.

Hold up.

What?

It's your head.

Coming from your head.

- Get off me. Get off me.

- Ringing like a f***ing tea kettle.

You're gonna give us away.

I have it turned up

so I can hear better.

Is that better?

Holy f***ing sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

They're tracking us.

Language, please.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, yeah.

Watch it.

Which way do we go?

- I don't know.

Ask Jesus back there.

Hold on.

I gotta feel this one.

We're clear.

Come on, let's go.

Get out of my way.

What?

- Get out of my way.

Slide under. Go.

I got it.

F***. This is heavy.

Wait, wait, wait.

The Puker!

Blood makes it feel good.

Help her, goddamn it! Help her!

Get off her, motherf***er!

LIGHTNING:

No!

Those motherfuckers are dead!

Oh, yeah!

Who are you?

A few days ago,

I was my parents' son.

Two days ago,

I was just another victim.

Yesterday,

I was born again.

And today,

I'm a wasteland warrior.

How can I die

when I'm a registered

lethal weapon?

Badass motherf***er.

Karate.

Way to go, Merlin.

My gift only works on monsters.

Sure it does.

Well, maybe if you hadn't have

had me turn down my ears,

I could have at least heard them.

I've been tracking you guys

for a little while.

I had to make sure

you weren't infected.

I'm sorry for your loss.

She looked to be quite the fighter.

Save your sorry for someone else,

macho.

We're looking for the right way to go.

Will you help us?

Well, there's too many of us

to run topside.

They're picking off survivors

left and right.

It's not for that.

I've been using it to see.

Baking soda, peroxide and pop.

That manhole up there,

we ought to close it.

We don't want nobody

coming down here.

Good thinking.

- Yeah.

- I got it, Pops.

You must be a military man.

Oh, yeah. Marines?

Yup.

Intuition like that

only comes from battle experience.

F***, man!

Get up. Lift him up.

Hey.

Back, demon.

Foul beast, I command you.

Back. Back, I say.

Back. Back.

Let's go, man.

We'll catch up

with your little friends.

What was that?

I don't reckon we're alone here,

partner.

You in any shape to fight, son?

I just got my arm bitten off.

Yeah, well,

you better walk it off.

Because one of them suckers

are in here with us right now.

Come on, motherf***er!

I'm not gonna make it.

You gotta keep fighting, son.

I'm with you.

Look.

Oh...

Ow, that really hurt.

F***.

Oh, man.

Piece of sh*t.

What?

Oh, f***!

Take it easy. Come on, take it easy.

You're okay.

Yeah, speak for yourself.

- Sh*t.

We gotta stop that bleeding.

It's too f***ing dark in here.

I can't see.

Lean over, lean over.

I got an idea.

You ain't a smart hombre.

This is going to sting.

Just a little bit.

Mother of Mary. God.

I got a bullet from

a hunting trip here, son.

You're not doing

what I think you're doing.

Well, we gotta close that wound,

son.

Somehow we gotta

pour it in deep here.

Real deep.

That's a lot, dude.

Hey, listen,

this is battlefield surgery, son.

It's very delicate.

I mean, you're the f***ing patient,

I'm the goddamn doctor.

Just let me do my f***ing thing,

will you?

One more, that's all.

All right, now,

I need a match.

I got one, I got one.

- Did you learn this in the Marines?

- No.

- Rambo III.

- What?

Oh, my God!

Oh, f***!

Whoa, what the f***?

What the f***?

GREG:

LIGHTNING:

GREG, THEN LIGHTNING:

GREG, THEN LIGHTNING:

Greg, he's not a baby.

LIGHTNING:

He's not the baby.

GREG, THEN LIGHTNING:

LIGHTNING:

GREG:

LIGHTNING:

GREG, THEN LIGHTNING:

Greg, stop it.

LIGHTNING:

LIGHTNING:

We gotta keep moving, son.

I look like a goddamn

foosball player.

I know it looks bad right now, son.

Yeah, it looks real bad, all right?

Why don't you just chew off

my dick?

We'll call it a day.

Look,

you keep fighting until the end.

You suck it up and you fight.

Stay with me, f***ers.

Who knows what the f***

is out there.

I like your skin.

So soft.

- So colorful.

Get back!

- I like it.

- Get f***ing back!

Can I touch it?

I will f***ing break

your f***ing c*nt head!

- I wanna touch it.

- Get back!

There's your power.

There's your power.

You hear that?

What...?

What are you doing?

We go in hard, we go in fast,

we'll kill them all.

What? How?

I don't have any arms.

You only need legs to kick ass,

baby boy.

- Kill them f***ing baboons.

- Sh*t.

All right, come on, baby, come on.

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