Germ Page #3

To check my vomit.

Because you think I ate him?

Fine! I'll take

your test.

Just get it over with!

Okay, Kim.

Just go ahead

and put it in your mouth,

bite down evenly.

All right.

That's it.

That's it?

You're not gonna arrest me?

Well, we do have

to hold you here

until we get the results back.

I want you to tell me now!

You think I ate him?

I want you to know now!

I don't think it's a match.

Jesus Christ!

Kim...

I'm really sorry

about all this,

but we had to be...

Is there anything else?

No.

Good.

Then kindly f*** off!

Come on, Chrissy, let's go.

Come on.

You know, Hardy Boys,

if it wasn't a bear attack,

and it wasn't me,

then what was it?

Kim!

God damn it.

Okay.

That's the other bad news.

What's that?

There were multiple

bite patterns

on the kid's body, all right?

There's more than one killer,

more accurately,

more than one eater.

You got to be kidding me.

(CLEARS THROAT) There's

one other thing.

His hypothalamus was

extremely enlarged.

So?

It's still growing.

Almost exponentially.

Even though he's dead?

Even though he's dead.

Look, you're the doc here,

but isn't that a bit unusual?

Of the body that

continue to grow

after death, but

the hypothalamus

is usually not one

of them, all right?

So, I've done a little digging

and I found something

interesting going on, all right?

Don't you need

permission for that?

Okay, you know the drill.

We move out in 20 towards

the impact crater.

If you see any of the locals,

get a check on conditions,

then check back with me.

Get any spikes in your meters,

and you pull back double quick.

Other than that, it's bag it and

tag it, and we can go home.

Damn, it's hot out.

Gonna be like hell today.

MAX:
Ugh. You pulled

this out of Chad's head?

(RADIO CHATTER)

I don't know what that means.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Okay.

I've never seen anything

like that, all right?

It's structure is,

frankly, alien.

Alien, like, foreign?

No, alien, like as in alien.

As in not from around

here, as in Earth.

What?

Okay.

There are hypotheses

about the possibility

of germs from space

landing on a planet, okay?

Galactic pan-spermia,

for example.

And nobody really

pays much attention to them,

they've largely

been discredited,

but technically,

hypothetically,

it is conceivable

that a non-terrestrial

micro-organism could,

in fact, survive re-entry,

land on a planet surface

where it could...

Find Chad.

What are the odds of that?

About the same

as that of a satellite

hitting South Mountain,

I would say.

You think the satellite

brought this in with it?

Ask the military, man,

it's their satellite.

I mean, okay, look.

In Chad's case, the cells are

hyper-replicating,

all right?

His hypothalamus is growing

and putting a tremendous amount

of pressure on the

rest of his brain.

What effect would that have?

It's hard to say.

I mean, I'm out

of my depth here, man.

I mean, the hypothalamus

governs body temperature,

thirst, hunger, aggression,

all kinds of stuff.

Look, until the

HAZMAT guys get here,

the best I can say

is maybe we just

keep our eyes peeled

for anybody with symptoms

and hope that it's not

readily transmittable.

What about the people

who ate him?

Do you think they're infected?

Your guess is as good as mine

when it comes to

alien bacteria, man.

(RADIO FUZZ)

Preacher's Mill Police?

Hey man, this is Mike.

I'm out at Silver Lake

and I've kind of got a problem.

MAX:
Oh, yeah? What's that?

Yeah, believe it or not, but there's a

pack of f***ing wild dogs out here.

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

What the f***?

(GROWLING)

(ROCK MUSIC) All right,

something works in this car.

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(BANGING) Holy...

JACK:
Mom!

(GROWLING)

JACK:
Mom!

Jack?

JACK:
Mom, get the gun!

Jack? Jack?

JACK:
Get the f***ing gun!

(GROWLING)

Mom, get the f***ing gun!

Shoot him!

Shoot him, God damn it!

(GUNSHOT, SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)

Get away!

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMING)

(WORKOUT MUSIC)

(SHUFFLING MUSIC)

(GROWLING)

What happened?

Karen?

(CRYING) Karen, what happened?

He's gone!

My boy!

What happened?

He's gone.

Who did this?

Karen, who did this?

What is him?

I don't know! He came

out of the woods.

And he was chasing Jack.

And he said get the gun.

And I got the gun.

And he killed him right

here with his bare hands.

And then he tried to eat him!

What?

He tried to eat him!

Karen, Karen, baby,

baby, slow down.

Shh.

Don't shush me!

I know what I saw!

And he tried to eat him!

It's okay, darlin.

It's okay, baby.

Stu!

Who are those people?

Hey!

Get the f*** off my land!

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

Get in the house!

Get in, now!

Sh*t, man.

They really went to town.

Saved me a beer, though.

Mike?

What's up?

Who's that?

Hmm?

Jesus.

Hey, man, are you all right?

(SCREAMING) Hey, whoa!

Whoa! Dude!

Hold it!

Get it off me!

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Step away from the car!

I said step away

from the car now!

(SCREAMING)

Stop or I'll shoot!

(GUNSHOTS)

Don't look outside.

Don't look outside.

(YELLING)

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Oh sh*t!

Goddamn.

(YELLING)

Mike?

Mike?

Mike, oh my God!

Mike!

Miss.

Oh, Jesus.

(DISTANT LAUGHTER)

Come on.

Come on!

Get in the car!

Lock the doors!

Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

I cut myself on the door.

Sh*t.

Use this.

Buckle up!

Who are those people?

What do they want?

Hold on.

What do they want?

Hold on!

(GROWLING)

Reload!

Come on, baby!

(SCREAMING, GLASS SHATTERING)

(SCREAMING)

Sweet Jesus!

Brooke!

Brooke!

Get back in the house now!

Dad?

STU:
Reload, baby!

Come on, baby.

What's going on? Who are these people?

Get up the stairs.

Was there a gun? No,

I don't think so.

(BANGING)

(GROWLING)

What is wrong

with these people?

I don't know,

but they're attacking!

Daddy, what are we gonna do?

Go to the window!

But what about you and Mom?

We'll be fine! The fall

would break our legs.

Now, you start runningand

don't you look back!

I need you to do this

for me and your Mom!

KAREN:
It'll be okay, baby.

It'll be okay.

Karen!

It's gonna be okay, ma'am.

I'm gonna take you to the doc,

and it's gonna be...

Ma'am?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I'm gonna take you to the doc

and he's gonna...

Ma'am, are you okay?

(GROANING)

(VOMITING)

(SCREECHING TIRES)

(YELLING, GLASS SHATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(COOPER) What the f***?

(YELLING)

Hey! Hey!

(SCREAMING)

Hey.

Hey, are you okay?

Hey, are you okay?

(SCREAMING)

Jesus!

Jesus!

Look, is that a deer?

(SCREAMING)

No! No!

Stop!

Oh, my God!

Mrs. Brewer!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

No! No! No!

(YELLING)

(RUPTURING)

(GROWLING)

(DISTANT YELLING)

(GASPING)

Is that the cavalry on the way?

(DISTANT YELLING)

No. There's people,

but they've...

gone crazy or something.

They've definitely done that.

Or something.

Where are the rest

of your people?

I don't know.

(YELLING)

This isn't gonna work

if you don't help.

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