It Stains the Sands Red Page #3

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Last time I saw him...

I took my can home with me.

I told him that...

He'd be able to hear me

whenever he wanted to.

All he had to do was listen.

I don't even have

a picture of him.

All I have is this

stupid tin can.

I wanna be at the airfield

before noon

so I need you to hustle.

I'm f***in' done with this sand.

We're almost there.

Come on, smalls.

It's this way.

Sh*t!

Smalls, we gotta hide you.

Oh my god.

Smalls, come on!

Come on, smalls, this way!

Go!

- Smalls!

Come here!

- There's nothing out here, man.

Convoy thought

they seen something.

Let's just check it out...

- Come here, smalls.

I need you to be quiet, okay?

Please be really quiet.

- Man it's hot out.

- It's not as hot

as that sister of yours.

- If you even dream

about my sister,

you better wake up

and apologize.

- Smalls, stay.

- Hey, hey, hey.

I thought I seen something.

Just relax, huh?

- That over there?

- I don't know.

- Just chill, chill.

- Hey!

- Stop right there!

- Don't - don't - don't shoot, okay?

- It's okay.

Please don't shoot.

- Ma'am,

have you been in contact

with any of the infected?

- No, my - my car,

it got stuck and I'm -

I'm just heading

to the airfield,

it's just right down the road.

- What were you doing

back there?

- I was using the

little girl's room.

What's it look like?

- It's not safe out here, ma'am.

You can ride with us.

- No, I'm good.

I'm good, actually.

My husband's

meeting me up there.

- Your husband?

- Yeah.

I'm sure you guys have

more important things to do.

Honestly, I'm good.

- Alright.

You be careful.

- Thanks.

- Let's go.

- Stay!

Stay! Stay!

- Infected, 12 o'clock!

- Jesus Christ, lady!

What the hell's wrong with you?!

- Please don't shoot!

Please don't shoot!

He's just... he's not gonna

hurt anyone, he's with me!

Please! Just...

No one needs to know!

- I guess that's the husband.

You know what?

You two...

You two have fun.

- Let's get the f*** out of here.

- Come on, serge!

- Get back to the Humvee,

come on, right now.

- Let's go!

- This is bullshit!

- Let's go right now,

that's an order!

- Let's go.

- You're lucky.

Crazy b*tch.

- Smalls, I told you to stay!

Why didn't you listen to me?!

You could have been killed!

Come on, let's go.

- Have a nice day, ma'am!

- You f***ers!

- Good shot.

- Okay, smalls, it's okay.

Come on, get up.

Don't be a baby.

Let's go, come on.

You've been shot before.

Let's do this.

Do not be a baby.

Let's go, smalls.

You got this.

Let's go.

Let's go!

You bit me!

What the f***, smalls?

Oh my god.

Do you realize

what you just did?

Do you?!

Oh my god!

Okay.

Look what you made me do!

I'll be lucky if I don't f***ing

bleed to death out here!

How could you f***ing

do this to me?!

I should just leave

you here to die!

Come on.

Come on, smalls.

Get up.

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

You got it, smalls.

What do you want me to do?!

Huh?

I can't carry you!

Oh, smalls!

Oh my god, I can see it!

The airfield!

Jesus, smalls.

Come on, we're almost there.

- Come on, smalls.

Come on.

It's not time for a rest yet.

We're almost there,

smalls, let's go!

Let's go!

Please, smalls!

Don't worry, I'm not gonna

leave you here like this.

Thank you.

Hello?

Jimmy?

Stop shooting!

- Yo, Molly!

Is that you?

- Yes, it's f***ing me!

- Jesus Christ!

You scared the sh*t outta me!

Where's Nick at?

F***!

- Jimmy's gonna hit that first.

It's 14 miles off the coast.

All they got there is

two villages and that's it.

And even if this has spread,

it doesn't matter.

I got the full firepower.

The way I figure it,

I go in there, hard,

full f***in' force.

Make it my own.

Jimmy's gonna be El Presidente.

We had our own problems, too.

Tommy drives up

in that convertible,

that was a poor

choice of vehicle.

Dumb f*** gets bit,

doesn't tell anybody.

Infects four of my guys.

I had to lock him up in there.

And this b*tch,

had a hell of a time

getting it off the ground.

Every time I go to start it,

it blows a gasket.

But I think we got it handled.

We good, Robbie?

Hey Robbie, we good?

- Robbie?

- What?!

- The f***ing plane!

Are we good?!

- Yeah, we'll know

in a second, boss.

- Guy's been doing speed

for two days.

He's a f***ing machine.

Whoo!

Is it Shirley?

No, it's f***in' Molly.

It's Molly, right?

F*** yeah!

Whoo!

F***, it's about time!

Grab your sh*t.

Viva la Mexico!

Come on, Ali.

Come on, pick up.

- Hi, you've reached Ali

and Blake.

Please leave a message

after the beep.

F***.

Come on, Ali.

- Hi, you've reached Ali

and Blake.

Please leave a message...

F***!

- Hi, you've reached Ali

and Blake.

Please leave a message

after the beep.

Hello?

- Chase!

Chase, is that you?

- Yeah, who is this?

- It's your mom.

- Ali?

- No, chase, it's...

It's your other mom.

Molly.

Where are you?

- In my bedroom.

- You're still at the house?

Put Ali on.

- I don't know where she is.

She said to lock the door

and hide under the bed.

- What?

How long have you been

hiding for?

- A long time.

- How long, chase?

- I don't know.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

You're so brave.

You know that?

Just don't leave

from your hiding place.

Don't leave from under your

bed no matter what, okay?

- Okay.

- I will come for you.

It's... I'm pretty far away.

- How long will it take you?

- I - I'm not sure.

Hopefully not too long.

- Why can't you come now?

- I'm sorry, chase, you're

just gonna have to trust me.

- You said that before.

Why can't you come now?

- I'm sorry, chase, you're

just gonna have to trust me.

Listen, I know that I haven't

been around a lot lately

but I'm coming back, okay?

- Just hurry, I'm scared.

- Okay, listen.

I'm leaving right now.

I'll be there soon.

I love you.

I'm coming. I promise.

Keys.

No key.

- Where's the keys.

Keys, keys, keys.

Come on.

Sh*t.

Okay.

F*** you!

Chase?

Chase?

Chase! Chase!

Chase?

Chase?

Chase!

Oh my god.

Chase.

It's okay, sweetie.

It's me.

It's your mom.

- Mommy?

- I'm here now.

I made it.

Let's get you out of here.

Give me your hand.

I'm so sorry.

- Why did you leave?

- I missed you so much.

I'm so sorry that I left.

I love you.

Okay. Okay.

We gotta go.

I got you.

- Mom?

- Yeah?

- Are you gonna

take care of me now?

- Yes.

Of course.

Oh my god.

Okay.

- No matter what happens,

you stay behind me.

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