Goodbye World Page #7

a long f***ing time ago.

It was childish and stupid.

Is that all you want?

Really?

Yeah.

Okay.

Good night, then.

What are you doing?

Jailbreak.

Don't worry.

I'm not a snitch.

You have got to stop

acting like a child.

What? We're not allowed to have

any fun in the apocalypse?

Do you realize how dire our

situation is right now?

I'm trying to hold us

together for Hannah's sake.

A stellar job so far.

Aces, really.

You're embarrassing yourself.

And you're embarrassing me.

I want a divorce.

What? You've got nothing to say.

How do you want me to respond?

I'm dealing with real problems.

And our marriage isn't

a real problem?

Not compared to our survival, no.

Okay.

We got soldiers at our farm now.

Those guys?

Yeah, well, they offered protection

and enough people felt

like we needed it.

They eat our food, don't pitch in,

move up on some of the girls.

Mitch stood up to them

and they locked him in

the shed overnight.

Jesus.

The main one, Damon,

he's been talking about you,

and this solar-powered

castle up here.

People are starting to listen.

They don't like this

house full of outsiders.

We've been here for years.

They sent me up here to ask

nicely for the medicine.

Or else.

What medicine?

James...

That girl, Ariel, she's

staying with us now.

She told us about your storeroom.

I understand your request.

You should have helped me

out the first time I asked.

Things would be different now.

I say we hand over the medicine.

Can't there be some middle ground?

No. We cannot start giving

into their threats.

Can't we just give them half?

We are going to need that medicine.

The medicine is not

the f***ing issue.

The issue is they need help

kicking out those soldiers

before it gets worse down there.

They're armed. What do you

want to do, start a war?

We didn't start it.

Yeah, but we can't finish it.

Where are you going?

I need to think.

F***.

Son of a b*tch.

You guys, has anybody

seen Hannah's bear?

Hey, the phones are working again.

No, it's the security system.

Somebody's in the storage shed.

Now, when she told me

about all the good sh*t

you were hoarding up here, I

honestly thought she was lying.

I mean, I said the guy

was a selfish prick,

but that is just over the line.

Put the frying pan down, son.

Damon.

That's a filter for the well.

We're happy to share drinking

water with you guys.

Iodine crystals.

Bingo.

Are you cooking meth

down there, Donny?

You know what kind of

people that attracts?

Don't pretend you give a sh*t.

Hey, Damon, that's the b*tch

from the senator's sex video.

I'll be damned. It's her.

I told you.

Hey, Kyle.

Kyle, come.

Go on and tell her how you

used to jerk off to her.

Hmm.

Do you want to die?!

Damon.

Do not f***ing move!

Homebody pissed his f***ing pants.

Why don't you go on inside

and unlock the fridge.

Don't make me ask twice.

Just so you know, this particular

unit has a microprocessor

that keeps them as reliable cold

at negative 20 degrees Celsius.

Automatic evaporation

tempered thermopane glass

and an air-cooled

condensing unit.

Every day outside this fridge

will reduce their potency,

and therefore their street value.

Do me a favour.

Box up some of this nice food

when you bring the

fridge down tomorrow.

And I mean all of it.

I got something to say

that'll cheer everyone up.

I was going to shoot myself in

the head before I came here.

- Lev?

- No.

It's okay. It's funny,

because it turns out

I'm terrified of getting

shot in my head.

Why would you want to do that?

It seemed like the right

thing to do at the time.

But then I heard about the attacks.

And the power went out.

I don't know.

I just felt like killing myself

would be potentially redundant.

So I went outside and

walked around for a bit,

and when I came back home there

were FBI agents everywhere.

Why were there FBI agents

at your apartment, Lev?

Well, it turns out

I might be responsible

for this whole thing.

What whole thing?

This collapse-of-civilization

thing.

What did you do?

I said goodbye to everyone at once.

You sent the text.

And the virus that took

down the power grid.

No. See, here's the thing.

Last year I was hired

to write a kind of super

spam for Smartphones.

The idea was to be able to

hijack the target's address book

and send a single text

message to every contact.

Embedded with a virus that

we spent months planting

in the most popular apps.

Why would you agree to do that?

Because it's completely

interesting.

I mean, the goal was

to send a text message

to every phone on earth,

which could be cool.

Or not.

And I started to suspect not.

So I quit before I finished.

But then someone

hacked my computer,

and they must have been

watching when I said goodbye,

because they got that trigger code

that they were going to send.

And probably used it to detonate

that attack on the power grid.

I was just playing around.

I hacked into Lev's

computer as a joke,

just to see if I could do it.

You're Mr. E?

"Mystery."

Mr. E. Mystery.

Get it?

It's funny, right?

I didn't do anything, though.

You opened a very locked,

very secured door.

Some very bad people

walked through it.

Oops.

Oops?

Just let me...

Let me get this straight.

You two idiots destroyed the world?

Well, we don't know that for sure.

It could just be this country.

Are they coming for me?

I don't think they're

coming for any of us.

The government's big,

but it's finite.

They'll lock down

cities if they can,

protect our resources,

infrastructure.

But places like this,

we're on our own.

At least for a while.

You could turn me in, you know.

Find a place in the new government.

Get taken seriously again.

Even if you're not responsible

it won't go well for you.

So, what are you going to do?

I don't know.

That's a real dilemma.

Yeah.

We should do a speech test.

What is that?

Basically what it is is you say

both possible options out loud,

and whichever one sounds the

most authentic, you go with it.

Okay.

I'm going to turn you in at the

first possible opportunity.

How'd that feel?

I don't know, Lev.

Pretty authentic.

Hi.

Hey.

What are you doing

with an animal trap?

Just twiddling my thumbs

so they don't fall off.

We have to take this

off right away.

Okay, hold still.

Ah.

Sorry.

That's okay.

Oh, the spring is stuck.

Mm-hmm.

Do you have a screwdriver?

I got a knife in my pocket.

Why didn't you come up for help?

Just didn't really feel

like talking to anybody.

This should do it.

My God.

Thank you.

That is the type of

sh*t people invent.

I really don't understand

how it's possible

not to hate every single

f***ing one of us.

Before my father left us,

he taught me how to

set squirrel traps.

And sometimes we'd get lucky

and we'd get a rabbit.

And I was always the one

who had to kill it,

because my mom was never there,

and I wasn't going to make my

sisters do anything like that.

So I'd take a rock and

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