Nightworld Page #6

Look around,

there's nobody here.

It's just me, you, her

and a creepy blind guy

who's missing a few marbles.

- [Brett] Shh.

- What?

- Do you hear that?

- I don't hear a thing.

- What is it?

Brett?

Brett, wait!

Brett, wait!

(footsteps crunching)

Brett.

Brett, where are you?

Brett, where are you?

I can't see him.

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

How did you get down here?

(woman weeping)

- Brett?

- Oh my god!

No!

No!

You're not real!

You're not real,

you can't be real!

No!

- It's me.

Your Anna.

- What?

No, It's impossible.

- [Zara] Where are you!

Brett, where are you?

I can't see him.

- Hey.

This is all your fault, man!

You put all this

sh*t in his head

and now my friend is

losing his damn mind.

- [Zara] He said

he heard someone.

We need to go after him.

- [Jacob] What we need

is to get out of here.

So hurry!

- Anna?

Anna?

Here, come, come with me.

Come on, come on.

(Anna gasping)

Come on.

- [Zara] Brett.

(soft ominous music)

- F*** me.

(Alex screaming)

(intense dramatic music)

- Come, come!

(keys clinking)

- Wait.

Wait!

I, I dropped the key.

- Sh*t!

Sh*t!

I got it!

(Jacob screaming)

(intense dramatic music)

- Zara!

- [Zara] Brett!

- Zara!

Do you have the key?

- [Zara] Here.

- Where are the others?

(door creaking)

(zombies growling)

(door creaks)

- [Brett] Oh, my god!

What happened?

(Zara groaning)

- Brett.

Is that?

- Yes.

- How is this, how

is this possible?

How is this possible?

- I don't know.

She found her way back.

Just, hold on.

(Zara gasping)

Anna?

- I'm scared.

- How?

How could you be

here?

- None of that matters anymore.

I made my way back to you.

I'm here. (laughs)

I'm here now.

I'm here now.

- Brett.

- We need to get

out of this place.

- But I can't.

- Brett.

This is not Anna.

- Shh.

- What are you talking about?

- Anna's dead, Brett.

She is dead.

- No, she's not.

She's right here.

She came back for me,

Zara, can't you see that?

- [Zara] Brett, please!

- I need you to do

something for me, baby.

I need you to open

that door for me.

- [Zara] No, don't.

- To free me.

To free my soul.

- Brett, don't.

Don't!

- I can't, I can't

do that, Anna.

Those things, those

things are going--

- Shh.

Yes, you can.

You can.

That's the only way.

We can be together forever.

You have to open the

door for me, baby.

- Why?

Why did you leave me?

(soft piano music)

Why did you give up on us, Anna?

- I did it for us, baby.

- I don't understand.

- I did it 'cause

I wanted to be together forever.

I never left.

I've always been with you.

I brought you here.

Everything you've ever

done since I've been gone

has been leading

up to this moment.

Don't you feel it?

- Brett, please.

- You know it's true, don't you?

- I,

I...

- Brett.

Where is the key?

Where is the key?

Now, open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door!

- Brett!

Stay away from him, b*tch!

(intense dramatic music)

- Give me the key, b*tch!

- F*** you!

(Zara groaning)

(bones cracking)

(gun cocking)

- You're never gonna hurt me.

It's me.

Your Anna.

You love me.

Not her.

(gun fires)

(Zara screaming)

(Zara groaning)

- Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, here.

(intense dramatic music)

(lights buzzing)

- [Zara] Brett.

- [Brett] What?

- It's too late.

The door--

- What?

- Is open.

- What?

(zombies growling)

(Zara screaming)

(gun firing)

Hey.

Hey!

Look at me!

You stay with me, Zara!

- I'm sorry.

- No!

It's okay. it

doesn't matter, okay.

You stay with me.

Hey, look at me!

Zara, stay with me, okay.

Look at me, right

here, all right?

All right?

- Okay.

- Okay, cool.

- I'm here.

- We're gonna be

there, all right?

We're gonna be there, all right?

- Ya.

Yes.

- It's gonna be good.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Look at me.

Right?

Keep looking at me.

(Zara groaning)

Okay, okay, good,

we're getting it.

Be careful.

Okay.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

Yeah.

Zara!

(Zara shrieking)

Zara, come on.

Zara!

Look at me.

Look at me!

Uh uh, no.

- Brett.

- Come on.

No.

(slow soft music)

(moves into intense

dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(Zara groans)

(soft piano music)

- Jacob?

I'm sorry, old friend.

- Who are you?

- My name is Isaac

Pritchard, Mr. Anderson.

Did anyone else make it out

of the building with you?

Is there anyone

else alive inside?

- Pritchard?

- Mr. Anderson, are

you the only one

who made it out of the building?

- They're dead.

They're all dead.

- Okay.

I need you to go with my

people now, Mr. Anderson.

Everything will be fine.

I promise you.

I'll explain everything

to you on the way.

- Where are you taking me?

- Somewhere safe.

You've done your part

now, Mr. Anderson.

We're going to take care of

everything now from here.

Please, just go with my men.

They'll see to you.

(soft tapping)

(slow eerie music)

(birds trilling)

(glass cracks)

(deep bass booms)

(slow piano music)

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