Primal Page #3
build a stretcher.
We can make one
out of a camp bed.
Here.
I'll be outside, baby.
What can I do?
I've known you for two years,
still got no idea.
What's up your ass?
I don't know.
Maybe that my whole f***ing
thesis has gone to sh*t
because of your girlfriend.
She didn't get sick
just to spite you.
Well,
I didn't tell her
to go swimming with leeches,
did I?
And I did?
She's your girlfriend.
Why don't you try
a tighter leash?
And we're going through
that tunnel.
What?
Shaves half a day's hiking
off.
Jesus, Dace.
I can't. I told you.
We have to, An.
I'll help you through it.
Mel?
You shouldn't be out here,
Smelly.
Mel?
Ah!
Rah!
Kris, come behind me!
Mel!
Mel!
What the f***?
What's wrong with her?
I don't know, some sort of
episode or something.
Episode?
Did you see her teeth?
Nasty f***ing teeth.
F***ing leeches?
F***.
Where's the first aid kit?
It's in the car.
I'll get it.
F***.
F***.
Dace, get back!
What's wrong with her?
What's wrong with her?
Don't know, Chad.
Oh...
How bad is it?
It's really messy.
It needs to be stitched.
I've got a sewing kit
in the car.
You're not f***ing
sewing me up.
It's okay.
I can make do.
Good, because
I'm not going back to the car.
That painting's
not a story.
It's a warning.
See if there's anything there
that'll help.
She hardly felt this log,
and I wasn't holding back.
Yeah, I noticed.
Whatever's wrong with her,
she's still Mel.
Uh!
Okay, what do we do?
Well, we can't stay here.
She's gonna come back
for us.
We've got to run.
No,
we've got to stay here.
She's afraid of the fire.
Got to use that
to our advantage.
How?
Dace?
The way I see it,
we got two options.
And they are?
We either trap her,
or we kill her.
- Whoa, whoa, Dace.
- This is Mel!
I know killing sh*t is kind of
like your default position...
This is bad.
She needs our help,
you prick,
and you want to kill her.
- I kind of like Mel.
- Shut up!
He's right.
What?
He didn't say
we're gonna kill her.
He said they're our options,
right?
Yeah.
Right.
Well,
we're not killing her.
Okay.
So we trap her.
Okay.
Chad, you're the bait.
You stay here.
The moment you see her,
get to the edge of the trap.
Stay there.
Do I get one of those?
No, you're the bait.
You don't get jack,
so try not to get killed.
I'm gonna be up in the tree
with the ropes.
The moment she sets foot
onto the trap,
I'm gonna jump down
and spring it,
using my body weight to...
haul her up.
You guys go into
different parts of the bush,
flush her out.
How do we do that?
Wave your torch.
Make some noise.
When she sees you guys
have got flame and Chad doesn't,
she's gonna go for Chad,
all right?
And if she doesn't?
Well, you make sure you keep
the flame between you and her,
you'll be fine.
Come on, guys,
let's do it.
F***ing hell.
Dace?
Shut up.
Mel?
Melly?
Mel?
Mel?
Mel?
F***ing nature.
What's the f***ing point?
What'd it ever do for me?
F***ing nothing,
that's what.
F***ing rocks and moss
and grass.
F*** you, Mr. Branch.
Mel?
Mel?
She's over here!
Mel?
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,
sh*t, sh*t.
Run!
F*** this!
Ahh...
Chad!
F***!
She's coming!
Give us a hand.
That was intense.
Now what?
Dace?
You got nothing.
No plan?
We've got
Chad's saber-toothed girlfriend
stuck in a tree,
and that's it?
Chuck me the ropes.
Jesus f***ing Christ,
are you serious?
That's it?
Chuck me the f***ing ropes.
All right,
this is great!
Quarter of a billion alpha males
in the world,
and we get the dog sh*t one.
Shut up, Warren.
No, I don't think
I f***ing will.
of your negativity.
Everything's a f***ing joke
to you.
Well, this is
a f***ing joke.
You want a plan.
Here's the plan.
The moment she gets down...
F***!
F*** me!
Grab it!
Ah!
F***!
Good.
Now let's get her tied up.
You've been
a bad, bad girl.
Warren!
F***!
No!
There.
Warren...
Dace!
Dace!
- Dace!
- Dace!
Get out of the water!
The leeches!
Oh, God!
There's nothing.
There's nothing.
Warren?
No! No!
Oh, no, no!
This is bullshit.
What is?
This is!
Jesus Christ, when are we gonna
call a spade a spade?
We've got to work out
what's wrong with her.
I don't care
what's wrong with her.
The only thing I care about
is what we do now.
We can't help her
if we don't know.
Help her?
Help her?
Wake up
and smell the viscera, Chad!
Oh, Jesus.
Hey!
Get out of here!
Go on, get!
Get out of here!
We have to kill her.
I'm gonna pretend
you didn't just say that.
F***ing get your head right,
Chad.
No, I'm not buying
any of your psycho
survivalist bullshit.
She f***ing killed Warren.
She's sick.
She's eating him.
She needs help.
She's f***ing eating him!
Enough.
Go on!
Get out of it!
She needs help.
You need help.
She needs to be dead.
He's right.
She's gonna kill all of us.
We don't have a choice.
You people are f***ed up.
I don't want to die,
Chad.
And Mel does?
It's us or her,
d*ckhead.
You on board with this?
Yeah.
This is so f***ing wrong.
That's not Mel anymore,
Chad.
I'm not giving up on her.
How do we do it?
What weapons do we have?
None.
Knives, bottles,
anything?
No, useless.
This is sharp.
No, we won't get anywhere
with that.
Well, what then?
Um, f***,
we need the machete.
Machete?
Oi.
Where'd you put it?
It's in
the back of the car.
Well, how are we gonna
get it?
We'll take torches.
We go over there.
And one of us goes in
and gets it,
and the others
stand guard.
I don't want to go.
I don't want to go.
Kris, come on.
We need you.
Count me out.
Come on, Simon.
We need all hands on deck.
What?
What?
You called me Simon.
Chad.
F***. Whatever.
Ah, f***.
Forget him, okay?
Three's enough.
Okay.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.
Let's take these.
Okay.
We get over there
as quickly as we can.
Kris, you go in
and get it.
Anja, don't forget
the pudding.
Dace?
Ah?
I hate Christmas.
Everyone hates Christmas.
But Mum busted a gut
over this.
F***.
They got him.
The f***ing leeches
got him.
It's not the leeches.
It's the water.
What are we gonna do?
Get him the f*** away
from me.
Settle down.
I'm serious.
Why would you
paint your house orange?
F***.
It's doing my head in.
Jesus!
What are we going to do?
We have to kill him.
Yeah.
Yeah,
we have to kill him.
Nice about-face.
You've seen
how strong Mel is.
We don't stand a chance
against this prick.
We have to, Anja,
now.
What's the problem,
Anja?
You were
all for killing Mel.
He was all for killing Mel,
for Christ's sake.
You know,
we got to do this.
Quickly,
before he turns.
Who's going to do it?
We draw straws.
I mean it.
We draw straws.
Who's first?
F***.
Here.
Grab a knife.
Come on. Quick.
Take one.
Package over there.
Just grab it.
Meet me in the cafe.
Better out than in,
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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