Infected Page #4

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BUT SHE'S SO SICK,

YOU KNOW,

I REALLY CAN'T IMAGINE HER

JUST GOING FOR A STROLL.

- WHERE IS THAT STREAM?

- ABOUT 100 YARDS

OVER THAT RIDGE.

- GRANDMA!

OH, WE GOT TO FIND HER.

- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

- HOLY F***.

THAT'S HER BLANKET.

- GRANDMA ANNIE!

GRANDMA ANNIE!

- WELL, NOW WHAT?

I'M NOT TIRED.

- HOW ABOUT A LITTLE OF THIS?

[door opening]

[glass sliding,

liquid swishing]

[door closing]

- OH, SWEET.

- AND--

[door closing]

CHASERS.

[cans clanking]

- COOL.

WE SHOULD BUILD A FIRE.

- THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.

YOU SHOULD GO OU AND GATHER SOME FIREWOOD.

- I'M ON IT.

[bluesy rock music]

- 52 CARDS

PLACED ON TOP OF THE BOTTLE.

YOU BLOW.

I BLOW.

IF YOU KNOCK THEM OFF,

YOU GOT TO TAKE A SHOT.

[indistinct conversation]

- OH!

- OH, WOW.

- OH, MY GOD,

YOU HAVE TO DRINK.

I'M GOOD AT BLOWING.

WHAT CAN I SAY?

[eerie ambient music]

[twig snaps]

- HELLO?

ANDREW!

- [snarling monstrously]

[pulsing rock music]

[snarls bestially]

[ominous music]

- JEREMY!

- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

- JEREMY!

- JEREMY!

- I DON'T KNOW.

JEREMY!

- JEREMY!

WHERE'S YOUR GUN?

- GET IN THE HOUSE.

- GRANDMA!

- LOUIS.

- YEAH?

- DO YOU HEAR THIS?

- WHAT?

- NOTHING.

THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG.

- JEREMY!

ANDREW!

- ANDREW,

WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?

- WHERE'S JEREMY?

- WE WERE INSIDE THE CABIN

WHEN WE HEARD HIM SCREAMING.

BY THE TIME:

WE GOT OUTSIDE,

WE COULD HEAR SOMETHING

DRAGGING HIM AWAY.

- WHAT THE F***

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT--

- TAKE IT EASY, ED!

WHAT'D IT SOUND LIKE?

- WE DON'T KNOW.

WE JUST HEARD HIM SCREAMING

AND MOVING AROUND,

AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN,

WE HEARD THIS HORRIBLE SOUND.

- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT,

SOUND?

WHAT HAPPENED THEN?

- JUST SILENCE.

- ALL RIGHT,

SO FIRST GRANDMA, NOW JEREMY.

THERE'S SOMETHING OUT THERE.

- ED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

ED, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!

HEY, HEY, HEY! DON'T, DON'T.

DON'T GO OUT.

- LOOK, HE'S MY SON.

- DON'T GO OUT--

- MY SON!

- YOU DON'T KNOW

WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH!

[bells jingle]

GET YOUR CELL PHONE OUT.

CALL THE POLICE.

RIGHT NOW, DO IT!

- WE TRIED THAT.

- GOD DAMN IT!

[ominous droning music]

[mysterious shrill tone]

- [groaning painfully]

[screaming painfully]

[panting]

[ominous orchestral music]

- ED!

ED, WHERE ARE YOU?

- [whimpers]

- ED!

- [sniffles]

- ED.

ED.

ED, IT'S ME, LOUIS.

- [sighs morosely]

[breathing heavily]

- ED.

- THEY KILLED MY BOY, LOUIS.

KILLED MY SON.

THIS IS ALL:

THAT'S LEFT OF HIM.

- COME ON NOW, ED.

OH, MY GOD.

OH, MY GOD.

- DON'T TOUCH ME.

DON'T TOUCH ME!

[growls]

- [whispering]

WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON?

- [inhales sharply]

[sighs]

[panting]

[chain clinking]

[metal clatters]

[door creaks slowly]

[droning music]

[eerie spasmodic tone]

[junk clatters]

[eerie spasmodic tone,

junk clattering]

[monstrous roaring]

- [groans]

[driving rock music]

- [snarls]

[crunches]

- [screams]

[bones snap]

- [whimpers]

- [groans]

[gunshot]

[ominous droning music]

- [whispering]

F***ING STARVING.

OH, F***ING CEREAL.

CEREAL.

NEED SOMETHING REAL TO EAT.

LOUIS?

[door creaks]

[mysterious shrill music]

OH, MY GOD.

GRANDMA ANNIE?

- [gasping spasmodically]

[gasps sharply]

- GRANDMA?

- [whimpering]

- LOUIS.

LOUIS.

- HEY.

OH, GOD.

- IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU.

I HAVE TO TELL YOU

WHAT'S GOING ON.

THERE'S THIS--THIS VIRUS,

THIS DISEASE.

PEOPLE ARE ATTACKING PEOPLE.

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT WE SHOULD DO.

[melancholy orchestral music]

- SOME CRAZY SH*T'S GOING ON.

[panting]

WE GOT TO GO UP THE ROAD.

- OKAY.

- WE GOTTA GO UP THE ROAD

TO THE HOUSE.

- OKAY.

- OKAY?

- OKAY, YEAH.

- LET ME GET IN THE CAR.

I'LL SHOW YOU.

- ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO.

- WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

YEAH, SHE LOOKS LIKE

SHE'S SUFFERING,

AND I WANT TO TAKE HER

TO THE HOSPITAL.

- [coughs nasally]

- I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING

LIKE THIS BEFORE.

- WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

- JESUS CHRIST, LOUIS.

- THIS IS MY WIFE, ANGELA.

I JUST GOT ATTACKED...

both:
WHAT?

- BY SOMEBODY

OR SOME F***ING THING

OUT IN THE BARN,

AND I'M PRETTY SURE

IT'S DEAD.

- WHAT THE F***

IS GOING ON OVER HERE?

- I DON'T KNOW, SETH.

WHATEVER IT IS,

IT'S RIGHT OUT ON THE DOORSTEP.

EVERYBODY NEEDS:

TO KEEP THEIR HEAD TOGETHER

TILL WE CAN GET SOME POLICE.

THAT'S FOR SURE.

GRANDMA.

- [whimpers]

- YOU DON'T LOOK SO GOOD.

YOU KNOW, WE'VE BEEN LOOKING

EVERYWHERE FOR YOU.

- SHE NEEDS A HOSPITAL.

- YEAH.

YEAH, SHE SURE DOES.

ANGELA HAS A CAR.

COME ON.

- YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.

WE'RE GONNA GET YOU

TO A HOSPITAL:

ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

I PROMISE.

[eerie ambient music]

[gunshot]

- [groans]

[jibbers]

[roars]

[gunshot]

[pounding at door]

[gun c*cks]

- GO AHEAD.

LET HIM IN.

OPEN THE DOOR.

[rapid knocking]

KELLY.

OPEN THE DOOR.

LET HIM IN.

I'M GONNA F***ING BLOW

HIS HEAD OFF.

[knocking]

OPEN IT UP:

AND GET BACK.

- [squeals fearfully]

- HEY, MATT!

WHAT THE F***?

ALMOST SHOT YOU!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

GET IN HERE!

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

- HOLY F***ING SH*T.

- ANDREW, GET A CHAIR.

- OH, MY GOD.

- SIT DOWN!

WHAT IS IT?

I ALMOST SHOT YOU!

- [cries]

- WHAT THE F***

IS WRONG WITH YOU?

HOLY SH*T.

GOD ALMIGHTY.

- I WAS AT THE STATION.

I'M THERE,

AND I'M FINISHING THE SHIFT;

I'M ALMOST DONE.

AND F***ING

OUT OF NOWHERE,

OLD MAN TUMAN:

F***ING ATTACKS ME, MAN.

HE TAKES ME:

TO THE F***ING GROUND.

- YOU'RE GONNA F***ING BLEED

TO DEATH.

GO GET SOMETHING

FOR THAT F***ING THING.

- I'M DOWN--

YEAH, I'M DOWN, RIGHT?

I'VE BEEN WORKING FOR THE GUY,

F***ING WHAT, 11 YEARS?

HE'S GOT TO BE, LIKE,

[chuckles]

AND HE HIT ME--

HE HIM ME LIKE I AIN' NEVER BEEN HIT BEFORE, MAN,

EVER.

- THE F*** HAPPEN

TO YOUR LEG?

- [cries painfully]

SO HE FALLS ON TOP OF ME,

AND HE'S--

AND HE'S TRYING TO BITE ME.

HE TRIED TO CHEW

MY F***ING LEG OFF.

[groans]

SO I'M--I'M KICKING HIS FACE

AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN,

HARD, MAN.

I'M TELLING YOU.

I BROKE HIS FACE, LOUIS.

I DID.

NOTHING LEFT TO HIM

BEHIND THOSE EYES, MAN.

- F***.

- NOTHING.

- OKAY, THIS IS GONNA HURT.

- [screams]

[groaning]

I JUST F***ING--

I JUST SPRAYED GAS

IN HIS EYES,

AND I CRAWLED IN THE TRUCK,

AND I RAN, MAN.

I RAN, LOUIS.

- CALM DOWN.

NEVER HAD A HABIT.

- ANDREW, TRY THE COPS AGAIN.

- [whimpering]

- ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING

TO ME?

THIS IS BIGGER THAN US.

- [panicked screaming]

[whimpering]

[panting]

- HEY, CAN YOU HELP ME?

PLEASE, THERE'S BEEN

AN ACCIDENT.

CAN YOU HELP ME, PLEASE?

I'LL DO ANYTHING

YOU WANT.

ANYTHING.

[gunshot]

[gasps]

- HI, GRANDMA.

UM, DRINK SOME WATER.

OKAY, OKAY.

THERE YOU GO.

YOU FEEL BETTER:

A LITTLE BIT?

GOOD, GOOD.

LOOK, THIS IS A RAG.

IT'S COLD.

YOU WANT TO PUT I ON YOUR FACE?

OH, GOSH.

YOU HAVE SUCH A FEVER.

- [moaning]

- WE'RE GONNA GET YOU

TO A HOSPITAL.

ALL RIGHT, MORE WATER.

- [slurping]

- GOOD.

YOU'RE THIRSTY.

WE GOT TO KEEP YOUR FEVER DOWN,

I GUESS,

UNTIL WE GET TO THE HOSPITAL.

I LOVE YOU.

- [growling]

[yells viciously]

- [screaming]

- [growling]

- [muffled]

GRANDMA!

[screaming]

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