Infestation Page #3

What's wrong?

I think she's dead.

What, from the cocoon?

They, er, they didn't web her,

you know. They...

I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe it's because she was too weak.

Or she'd already died.

You still have those smokes?

Yeah. Yeah, I still got... Yeah.

Hell, yeah, I still got those smokes.

I picked the wrong time to quit.

I'm worried about her.

Yeah. Ugh!

We're done here.

Is that a gun?

I'll... I'll go talk to him.

I'm really sorry, Al,

but, er, the gun, erm...

You know, if you use it,

there's only gonna be more of them.

Yeah, well,

in case we run out of options,

I wanna know it's with me.

He's fine. He's fine.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

I think it's just, you know,

like a safety blanket, you know?

- Right.

- Yeah.

- Like Linus, but with a 12-gauge.

- Yeah.

- Chad! Susan!

- Shh!

It's me! It's Cindy!

- Your brother's family?

- No.

- Neighbours.

- Why are they here?

Why are they all gathered

in a clump together?

Susan? Susan!

It's me.

- Susan.

- Something carried them here?

Or dragged 'em.

Susan.

Come on. Wake up. Wake up, Susan.

Can you see me?

Don't just stand there. Do something.

Chad?

Al, don't.

No!

Chad. Chad, it's me!

Oh!

- You're killing him!

- No sh*t!

Chad.

- How bad?

- Oh, I've done worse shaving.

Oh! Oh, yeah, way worse.

- No more. No more.

- You sure?

I'm good. I'm solid.

- What the hell was that thing?

- Some kind of hybrid. Us and them.

Look, I understand them

wanting to eat us,

but how does that fit into their plan?

He was doing a job. Yeah.

Carrying little cocoons around.

Collecting them.

- I mean, that thing's screwed up.

- That "thing" was my brother.

I know. I'm sorry. He seemed nice.

Just shut up.

I've had enough of you people.

Even post-apocalypse,

I'm the drunk a**hole.

Hm-hmm.

Ow!

God! A little warning next time, please.

- That's gonna sting.

- Oh. I get it. That's funny.

Listen, we're gonna go check

the doors and windows,

make sure everything's locked up.

Come on, son.

Listen to me. This is really important.

I need you to do me a favour.

If I ever turn into one of those things

and you're holding a shotgun...

...don't... hurt me.

Just run away.

OK?

I used to want something like this to

happen, some kind of cataclysmic event.

It seemed really sexy

for it to come down to, like,

me and a dog and a woman

and a muscle car.

We'd find a cabin in the woods and do

our part to repopulate the planet.

At night we'd, like, tell our feral,

spiky-haired little children

stories of, er, of "the before times".

When I was young,

before I knew it wasn't a real job,

I used to wanna grow up

and be a motorcycle girl.

That's awesome.

Seriously, I could totally

see you doing that.

Uh-huh.

- I have a confession to make.

- OK.

You are on match. com?

- No.

- Oh. Neither am I.

I'm not a medical doctor.

I have my doctorate. Erm...

Well, I'm getting my doctorate.

In what?

Psychology.

Got it. Thanks for that.

The final piece of the puzzle that tells

me the type of girl you really are.

I stretched the truth

because I don't like to be questioned.

Why not?

OK, you're right. I'm sorry.

That was a question. I get it.

- Hold still.

- Wait.

OK, I gotta know

a few things about you first.

When's your birthday?

I mean, what sign are you?

Are you stalling right now?

- Stalling?

- Yeah.

Why the hell?

No. I just wanna know what time it is.

- Where's the...

- It's time to man up.

No. OK.

Alright. No, wait, no, wait.

I really wanted to tell you something.

I lost my mom recently, too.

I, er... I know it... it feels, er...

I just wish that there was something

more, you know, that I could have done.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm... really sorry.

You're lucky, Mary.

Oh, jeez. Oh!

I thought you heard me.

No. No, I was, erm... somewhere else.

- Cooper OK?

- Erm, yeah.

He passed out early on,

which was probably for the best.

- How you doing?

- Oh, fair to middlin'.

Na zdarovye.

We gotta get the world

back on its feet, Al.

Can't stand warm beer.

The way you took care of him,

you'd do the same for my son, right?

Of course. Why would you ask that?

Never stop being a parent.

Cooper.

Cooper.

My brother wasn't a bad man.

- I just want you to know that.

- Yeah.

Look, we all get that, you know?

I don't care what the others get.

I only care about you.

- Erm...

- Chad...

He looked out for me, you know?

Yeah.

I'm wondering who's gonna do that now.

Er...

Er...

I'm not... in the same head space...

...as you are, you know?

- Yeah, but I could change that.

- No. No.

No. I don't want you to, OK?

I know some really crazy sh*t

is going down, you know? Heavy stuff...

Ow! Ow!

Ow!

Ow! Ow!

- You OK?

- Yeah.

Hey, anyone else think

that plume of smoke could be their nest?

- Hm-hmm.

- Makes sense they'd have a home base.

Seems like some kind

of a focal point for them.

Sara, please stop

staring at the smoke.

If that plume is the nest,

my mom could be there.

Even if we went,

the chances that we would find your mom

and make it out alive, I mean...

If somebody you loved were there,

you'd go.

Well, someone who loves you

might not want you to go.

After your dad's, I'm not going

to Gibsonton. I'm going to the nest.

Oh!

Just be quiet. They'll pass by.

Go to hell.

What?

All of you can just go to hell.

What are you doing?

- Hey!

- F***. Cin... Cindy.

- Here I am! Right here!

- Cindy, please. Cindy.

- Shut your mouth!

- Come and get me!

- Come on.

- Down here! Take me away!

- Oh, God!

- Be quiet.

No! I'm in charge now!

- Here we are! Five of us!

- Cindy.

- God help me if you don't shut up.

- Hold on.

If you don't shut up,

they'll kill all of us.

Good! I want out of this nightmare!

For f***'s sake.

Al...

- She wouldn't shut up.

- Run!

Run!

Oh, sh*t.

No!

- Don't let go!

- I won't!

Hello?

Yo, Dad?

No sign of him?

No, no. He's, erm...

He's in the den.

He's webbed to his exercise bike.

- Don't you think you should go back...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I know. I'm... I'm prepping.

I'm working up to it, OK?

We shouldn't be sitting on these.

They're... They're for looks.

Whatever. It's fine.

Lucy!

- Come!

- Dad! Dad!

Dad, what are you doing? I just told you

that they're sensitive to sound.

Oh, well, I'm sorry. Lucy's gone.

OK, I'm sorry, too, alright? I just...

You can't call for her, OK?

- What if that was you out there?

- It's not me any more.

- No, just your little sister.

- Don't call her that. She's a dog.

- She can take care of herself.

- Like hell she can.

She's got a bow in her hair,

for Christ's sake.

You know, I can't believe this happened.

Just when you were beginning

to get your career off the ground.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go make a meal, OK?

I'm sure you're hungry, too.

Do you have any maps inside, Dad?

In my office.

In... I'm allowed? I can unlock it?

Dad, I'm...

I'm sure she's gonna turn up, OK?

Yeah.

Lucy.

Is that local? What are you doing?

I can't read a goddamn thing

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