Left For Dead Page #4

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Shh.

Shh.

Where's Blake?

My leg is causing me trouble.

I can't run or stand.

Why? Where are you going?

We still have to help Michelle push that baby out.

How long did it take

for my wife to bleed to death?

I asked you a question.

How long did it take for her to die?

Do you remember my wife?

I don't know.

Shh. Shh.

You'd better polish off that bald face I gave you.

Maybe we should save it for the next one, the next peak.

Michelle, honey, you ain't headed back to the valley,

okay?

Come on.

Quiet down. Quiet down.

Okay, hold on.

Bite down, bite down. Bite down hard.

Okay, come on, Michelle. Keep it going.

Are you ready? Let's start pushing. Start pushing.

Come on, push. Push hard, come on.

Blake, it's time. Get up the chute. Come on, get down at the chute.

No. You go down.

No. You go down. Women are more used to this.

Oh, yeah? Well, you're the one that broke the saddle, you stud. So get your ass down there.

You see anything yet?

He is coming.

Quiet down. Quiet down. Quiet down, okay?

He is coming.

- I can see him.

- I'm here.

- Quiet down.

- I can see his head.

I'm gonna need one more big push, okay? Yeah?

Let's go, okay?

One, two, three, go.

I'll get you nice and pretty for the next customer.

How can I make him quiet?

How can I make him quiet? Mobius will hear us.

Mobius will hear us.

Looks like you have a baby boy.

Here's Mom.

He kind of looks like you, Blake.

Blake...

take Michelle and the baby.

Take him.

Run out of here.

I can't raise him.

You have the time it takes me to spend nine slugs.

Okay?

No, Clem.

I don't want to do it.

I don't want to do it. I can't do it.

I can't do it.

There must be another way.

Please. You feel that?

It's my grip,

all right?

I'm holding you now.

This don't seem fair.

Yeah, it don't seem fair.

Was that one of hers?

Yeah.

It was her tenth shot.

Now your shooting arm

is just as ugly as mine.

Fair would be giving me one of your shooters.

They call this a Dixie roll.

Blake.

No. No!

You looking for this, hoss?

I never asked anyone for help,

but I asked then.

What good has God done for me, though?

- He gave you another chance.

- By stranding me in this camp that I can't leave,

with that whore still alive?

After all the corpses you put in the ground, no wonder you don't step in that church.

Everything was taken away from me,

you'll see.

So tell me,

what would you do if the same thing happened to you?

You wouldn't turn this whole world into one big graveyard?

Who do you think that is lying on the ground over there?

He's everything to me.

And I'm just putting one corpse in the ground for it... you.

God, I f***ing hate you!

I renounce you! I renounce Christ!

I give myself to Lucifer!

Go on.

There's nothing left to see.

No,

no,

no.

Oh, God.

You didn't believe me.

I told you.

I just wanted to leave with you.

Is there anything else I can do?

Yeah.

Take me to the doctor.

To a med?

But you're shot bad. I don't think you're gonna make it there.

Don't worry, baby.

The belly

is the most painful spot to take a shot,

but it takes days to die from it.

Vengeance.

It is enough to keep you going through anything...

through fear,

through pain,

through hell itself.

Because until you have vengeance,

it has you,

and it won't let you go.

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