Muck Page #4

Get up!

- Get up, get up, get up!

- Back off.

- Come on, Billy, get up. Gotta get up.

- F*** off! Back the f*** off!

No! No!

- Billy, come on. Come on, Billy.

- Back up.

Billy, come on.

Come on, Billy, come on!

Ah, sh*t.

- Back up.

- You gotta get up.

Come on, Billy.

Come on, Billy, come on.

Come on, Billy.

Get up. Billy, get up.

Ah, f***! Mia!

Back up.

What do you want?!

What the f*** do you want?

Billy! Billy!

Get up!

I can't leave you here.

Get up!

I'm f***ing trying, all right?

F*** you! Leave her alone!

Please, no! Get up!

Billy. No! Billy!

Just f***ing run.

- Run. Just go.

- I'm sorry, Billy.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna be fine.

You piece of sh*t.

Famous last words.

F*** you.

Don't want your religion, no

I got problems of my own

Don't want your misgivings...

I'll give you one...

Oh, f***.

You gotta be shitting me.

F***.

Oh, that's good.

Oh, my god, Kylie.

Oh, f***.

Kylie.

- Noah?

- You're okay.

I don't know.

Everyone is dead.

- God, everyone?

- I think.

F***. Billy?

So sorry.

Baby?

Oh, f***.

I'll kill you!

Who did it?

Billy! Mia!

We used to be so close before

We'd watch the days go by...

Billy, you're going to be fine.

You're going off for help,

you're not coming back, boss.

I should go get some help.

I want to go with you.

I love you.

Be careful.

All right, guys,

I'm going to go get some help.

Motherf***er!

F***!

Die, motherf***er.

Kylie!

You ran away

Without a reason why

Now I divide the time

So unevenly it seems

Some days are bad

Some days are good

- But they're few and far between.

- Kylie.

F***.

Oh, my god.

Stop!

Get off of me!

- F***ing lost.

- Chill out, Chandi, all right?

We're not lost.

We're almost there.

Where's "there"?

Hey, slow down.

There's something... people.

What are you talking about?

- Oh, sh*t.

- I don't like this.

Yeah, that's probably not good.

- They're not moving.

- F***, you didn't drink enough.

- I wish they would stop spinning.

- I'm scared.

They're creeping me the f*** out.

- Troit, do something.

- Should I hit 'em?

No, don't hit them.

Honk at them.

We should try and see

what they want.

No, don't. Please, don't.

Let's turn around.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

I know what they want.

- Run them over.

- You can't f***ing run them over.

Okay, but I promise,

they're crazy f***ing killers, Chandi.

- No, they're not.

- I'm just saying.

Chandi, I f***ing told you.

- Why don't you hit them?!

- What are you doing?

- Floor it!

- Gun it!

Sh*t!

- Do something!

- It f***ing stalled!

Come on, come on!

- Damn it! Start!

- Oh, my god!

Sh*t.

Do something!

F***ing hell!

Get off my car, you a**holes!

God damn it!

You donkey f***ing bastard.

Get the f*** off!

You f***ing cock smoker!

Son of a whore!

Get off of me!

Oh, my god!

Whoa.

You f***ing fuckwads!

Get them off of me!

There's fucks who rape the girls,

but I don't get down that way.

Davidson troit, just shut up

or I'm going to kill you.

Well, you'll have to

take a number on that one.

F*** you, hillbilly.

Holy sh*t.

Hey.

Yeah, you better run, you fucks!

What the f*** was that?!

You'll have to narrow

that question down.

Oh... how...

what the f*** happened

to your car?!

Oh, f***.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my god.

Is she...

Mm-hmm.

Oh, god.

- Are you sure?

- Pretty sure.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

She's not.

And neither is my car.

- Oh, god.

- Jesus f***ing Christ.

We have to go.

- We're gonna make it, okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Lose those heels.

We're gonna have to run

the rest of the way.

- It's not much further.

- I'm not running anywhere.

Apparently my cousin

needs more than a ride.

There are things out there

and something flipped

your piece-of-sh*t car.

I am f***ing freaking out.

I... I need clothes.

We need help and the police.

And that poor girl is dead.

It's okay. It's going to be okay.

- How can you say that?

- Nothing is going to happen to you.

- Not on my watch. Promise.

- Those things...

What were those things?

Well, at least we know

those crazy Hicks can bleed.

I'm more concerned with whatever

the f***'s out there that scared them.

Did you hear that pitchfork land

after you threw it?

Exactly.

All right, now move that ass.

Let's go.

Just because your date

got crushed by a car

doesn't mean you can

smack my ass.

Hey, I just saved it.

I can smack it whenever I want.

I hate when you make sense.

Let's go.

Chandi, that's Noah.

Let's go.

Oh, sh*t.

Whoa.

Oh, my god.

Jesus, cuz,

is that your girlfriend?

Yeah.

What were you going to do,

rescue us by piggyback?

No, I had a car up until

about 15 minutes ago.

If you didn't drive

that piece of sh*t,

it probably wouldn't break down

all the time.

Hey, firstly, you didn't tell me

this was a f***ing rescue mission, Noah.

- And secondly, it didn't break down.

- Would you have come?

Yeah.

Yeah, I would have come.

But, dude, I would have

grabbed a knife or a gun,

a bow and arrow,

a f***ing sharp stick.

- Something!

- Want me to guess, troit?

What the f*** happened

to your car, huh?

Probably the same thing

that happened to her.

Do you think

this is a f***ing joke?!

No, I don't think this is

a f***ing joke at all!

You could have told me that I was

walking into a f***ing nightmare, Noah!

I would have jerked off first!

I'm... I'm sorry, okay?

But it wasn't this bad

when I called you!

Kylie wasn't dead when I left.

This isn't happening.

Is anyone else here?

Besides the creepers.

My friends were...

there's f***ing blood everywhere!

Look, cuz, I mean...

hey, if it makes you

feel any better,

my car got tossed onto the hot chick

I was hoping to bang tonight.

No, it doesn't

make me feel any better.

I f***ing loved her.

I was gonna marry her.

She was gonna be a doctor.

She was beautiful.

And now she's

under a f***ing curtain.

- Well...

- You should never try and help.

Oh, really? I'll remember that

the next time a f***ing creeper

is trying to rape you

with a pitchfork, Chandi.

Grow up.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I... I don't know what to do.

We need to get the hell out of here.

That's what we need to do.

- Shut up, Davidson.

- What, you want to stay here?

I hate it when he makes sense,

but he's right.

- Yeah.

- Do any of you guys have a phone?

He left it in the car.

- God.

- For f***'s sake.

I should have called the police.

Yeah.

Yeah, you should have, Noah.

Anybody but f***ing me.

F***.

- Oh, sh*t.

- God.

You know, your car

was a piece of sh*t anyway.

Yes, it was.

You think insurance

covers creepers?

Sh*t, you think

I had insurance, man?

Of course not.

Ahem. I'm happy to see

the family back together,

but I don't think they're the ones

that flipped your car.

I don't know what happened

to your car, but there is...

there's something in the marsh.

Well, I'm pretty sure

I killed one of them back there

and my car might have a killed

a couple of them.

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