In the Grey Page #3

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I'll be all right.

I'm not going to sleep.

Oh, you motherf***er.

Where is my goddamn kid

when I need him?

F*** it.

F***.

Oh, Jesus, God.

Hey. Hey!

Oh, Jesus, God.

No, no, no, no.

F***!

Hernandez!

Sh*t!

They ate him.

Jesus Christ.

They ate him.

They weren't eating him.

They were killing him.

F***! F***! F***!

How did we not hear him?

How many did it

take to do that?

We could dig in, make some kind of a stand.

Not much cover, though.

Whoa, whoa,

what do you mean "stand"?

Like, fight those motherfucking giant things?

You out of your mind?

They'll get bold. And

start to come in for us.

Why would they? I mean, we're not harming them.

It's not for food.

We're a threat. We don't belong here.

That's it.

There's trees out there.

If we could get to that tree

line, they might back off.

If they see that we're

leaving, they might.

F*** that! What they

might do, bullshit.

What they might do? Are

you f***ing kidding me?

Hey. They pissed

all over this place.

They mean to tag it. We can't

wait them out, we'll starve.

There's a lot of bad space

between us and that forest,

but if we get there, then...

We can better defend ourselves.

Less exposed, I don't know.

Yeah, you don't know.

And nobody nominated

you sh*t, by the way.

It's getting to that

point in the evening, girls.

F***ing to each his own.

What the f*** you talking about.

Diaz? Come on, man.

You wouldn't last five

f***ing minutes out here.

I survived that.

This ain't sh*t.

I'd find a way through,

with or without you.

F*** it. I'm gonna take whatever I

can carry and head into those trees.

If you guys wanna join me,

I'd strip everything.

F***. All right,

let's f***ing do this.

Hey.

We should collect

all the wallets

for the families.

Wallets? Did I hear wallets?

I'll carry the wallets.

Henrick?

Do you mind carrying them?

Yeah, let's waste

a little more time.

Even though the weather's

about to kick our ass.

You grab them wallets.

F***ing idiots.

To Hernandez.

Grab as many as you can.

Grab as many as you can.

Waste as much

f***ing time as you can.

I'm gonna sit here with

my friend, Jack Daniel's,

and waste some time of my own.

Why don't you just

f***ing help us, man?

I'm helping you. I'm helping you.

I'm warming up, man.

You guys find any rubbers,

save them.

I don't know how long I'm gonna

be out here with you fairies.

Why don't you shut the f*** up?

Key to survival, fellas,

getting them wallets.

Getting them wallets.

Henrick.

Wait.

I feel like we

should say something.

I mean, all these bodies,

all these...

All these people that died, it doesn't

seem right to just walk away.

I don't know any

official prayers, so, I guess...

God bless these men.

They were,

some of them, our friends, and we

could be lying here with them.

So thank you for sparing

us and helping us.

Oh, and keep that up

if you can.

F***!

F***!

Don't worry about me,

motherfuckers!

You know, you wanna run off into

the trees, that's cool, too!

No, no, no, no. Ottway!

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

F***! Flannery!

Get Off him!

Flannery!

Flannery!

Get away from him!

Jesus.

Flannery! Flannery!

Get Off him!

No.

Do you wanna say anything?

Come on, let's keep moving. There's

nothing else we can do for him.

Those trees aren't

getting any f***ing closer.

We're gonna be out here

in the dark with those things.

We have no idea

if we're going toward

the den or away from it, do we?

Why didn't we just

stay with the plane?

Come on. They

would have surrounded us.

How the f*** do we know

they're not doing that right now?

F***ing genius.

We're still

better off in the trees.

Yeah, we're better off.

Go tell that kid, you f***.

Hey, what is that?

Run!

Go! Go!

Get into the trees!

Mother of Christ!

Go, go, go!

Jesus, they're right on us!

Don't stop moving!

Wait, wait,

wait! Wait!

Don't look back!

Run! Run!

They're flanking us!

Don't stop!

You see them?

You see them?

They're all around us.

We need a fire to

keep them off us. Hurry!

The Wood's wet.

Whole thing's wet.

Hurry, hurry!

Get that f***ing thing lit.

Come on, baby, come on.

Tell me that thing's not broke.

Damn this thing.

Just get it going, Ottway.

Light! Light!

That's it, that's it.

- It's going out.

- F***!

Jesus, come on!

Smother...

Don't smother it.

It worked.

We should start

perimeter fires.

Let's see these bastards

before they come for us.

What the f*** was that?

The alpha. They went at him.

He put it down.

Whatever that challenge was,

the alpha put it down.

How are we gonna

deal with this?

We kill them,

one at a time.

Tip the numbers. That's

what they're doing to us.

What the hell are these for?

I'll explain.

Friction tape, electrical tape.

Talget, you had some, yeah?

It's in there somewhere.

Shotgun shell.

Spear tip.

The tip has to drive into the

primer to set off the shell.

Secure them with these sticks,

a little bit of tape, simple.

You jab with it when

the wolf gets close.

Hit them hard.

Let it get real close.

It'll work.

It's like a bang stick.

The round discharges,

you pull it loose,

you still got something

sharp to create distance.

Unless you wanna

fist fight them.

There you go.

One shot a piece, guys.

Make them count. Burke.

Blacken the tips

in the fire, guys.

It makes them harder, stronger.

Really, boys?

This is what it's

come down to, huh?

This MacGyver bullshit?

Okay.

Good.

I appreciate a good laugh

as much as the next guy.

These things,

they see well at night?

Jesus, can we talk about

something else, please?

Talget, you're carrying all that booze.

Let's break it out.

I recommend

rationing what we have.

I recommend you kissing my ass.

What are you,

the booze police now?

You f***ing guys with your rules

and your orders and bullshit.

Where are we?

Look around.

This is F***ed City,

population five and dwindling.

Two days, three maybe, if we

really pull our sh*t together.

And who's in charge of that right now?

This f***ing guy?

The Great White hunter?

And his jerry-rigged

f***ing wolf sticks?

Why are you constantly breaking balls

and bitching about everything?

'Cause I wanna live, motherf***er.

You understand that?

I don't want some timber wolf

shitting me out on this mountain.

You're scared.

What?

You don't need all that nonsense,

all that chest-puff bullshit.

What's wrong with being scared?

I'm not scared.

You're not?

No.

I'm terrified.

I can tell.

And not an ounce of

shame in saying it.

I'm scared shitless.

That's because you're a punk.

I don't walk through this

world with fear in my heart.

You picked that up in the pen?

Somebody scribble that

on the day room wall?

You better take it easy,

motherf***er.

Talking tough means jack sh*t now.

You're not scared?

You're a fool.

Worse, you're a f***ing liar.

I should have checked your

chin at the f***ing plane.

Get up, come on,

get up, you big Irish f***.

You wanna knuckle up... Hey, Diaz,

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