Primal Page #4
hey, Dad?
Come on, Anja.
Take a knife.
Take it!
Ow.
It's okay now, Dace.
You get some sleep.
Yeah.
It's really good to see you,
sis.
It's good to see you.
Do it!
Come on, Anja,
quit piss-farting around.
Just stick the prick.
Do it!
Quick!
- Shut up!
- Now!
- Do it!
- Shut up.
Just f***ing stick it in!
F***!
Jesus Christ, Anja!
I can't.
Take the f***ing knife
and f***ing kill him.
I can't.
You have to.
Come on.
We're running out of time.
Get f***ed!
Again.
Quick.
You f***ing do it!
You drew the short straw.
F*** you
and your f***ing straws.
What was that?
That wasn't Mel.
Well, what could it be?
Sh*t!
Sh*t. Sh*t.
Sh*t.
Chad, get Dace.
What?
Get a knife
and finish him.
You drew
the short straw.
Do it!
Now!
Now!
F***.
Useless.
We're gonna die.
No, there's still time.
We've got to get
that machete.
Then what?
Then we kill them both
before Dace is up and running.
And no more bullshit
from you.
That thing out there,
that's not Mel.
We're killing it.
I'm getting a torch.
We need to follow them.
We need to know
where they're going.
Who's going to the car?
I will.
Now?
There's Dace.
Where's Mel?
Mel, I know
you're in there.
That's good.
Keep her attention.
I'll try to get Dace.
I know you're in there,
baby.
You're everything to me.
I'm not gonna abandon you,
but you've got to fight this,
sweetheart.
I know you can do it.
You're the strongest person
I've ever known.
But you got to fight.
You got to find your way
out of the darkness, baby.
I know you can do it.
Here, baby.
It's Pookie.
He's missing you.
He's missing you.
I'm going
to put down the torch.
I'm putting it down,
baby.
It's just you and me and Pookie,
Mel.
No.
It's just us.
Chad.
F***!
Where is it?
F***!
Where is it?
Sh*t! Sh*t!
Where is it?
Where is it?
Sh*t! F***!
What's the matter, Mel?
Afraid of the dark?
Come on, Mel.
It's only
a f***ing tunnel.
It's here.
It's here. It's here.
No!
Run, Kris!
Kris, run.
Let her go!
Come on.
We got to help her.
It's too late.
What was that back there
with that toy?
What do you want from me,
Anja?
I just want you to do
what we agreed to do.
I did what we agreed to do.
I lost two f***ing fingers.
You put down your torch!
You put down your torch!
That thing out there,
that's not Mel.
You don't reach that,
Chad.
She's an animal.
She's scared of fire,
for f***'s sake.
Kris?
If she's scared
of something,
that means there's still
something left.
The tunnel.
What?
They're scared of it.
What?
How do you know?
Because when I went in there,
she didn't follow me in.
Well, what?
So what about it?
So we go through
the tunnel.
At the very least,
it buys us some time.
If we're lucky,
we lose them altogether.
What about
your claustrophobia?
We'll try and get up there
without being seen.
There's two of them now.
It'll be that much easier
for them to pick one of us off,
which is why I'm not using this
unless we have to.
Keep moving.
It's not Mel anymore.
Keep moving.
Come on.
Chad, come on.
F***.
I'm sorry.
Come on, Chad.
It's not her anymore.
Chad.
Come on.
It's not her.
Come on, Chad.
We're nearly there.
Come on.
F***.
F*** you.
Kris.
It's me.
Kris?
Kris?
There's nothing there,
Kris.
There's nothing there.
It's just me.
It's Anja.
It's okay, sweetie.
It's okay.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, sweetie.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I've got you.
Got to keep moving.
It's okay.
Come on.
Kris! Kris!
Grab the machete, please!
Please!
Quick!
Cut me loose.
Please, Kris.
Please, Kris.
Please.
Kris.
Kris.
Help, please.
Kris.
Help me.
Come on.
Please.
Help me.
That's right!
F*** off!
F*** off,
you gutless turd!
splat!
C*nt.
# Sometimes
you got to get away #
# Blow the town
and flee the fray #
# Where night is night
and day is day #
# And just sit
on your ass #
# Perfect nights
are made like this #
# The firelight
and a woman's kiss #
# A freaky-assed mutant rabbit
on a stick #
# And the wide-open sky #
# We all know that's just
another tired old line #
# So he can bone... #
# Bone her blind #
# No, I ain't got a problem
with nature, no #
# I'm all for that #
# My friends
turn into primal maniacs #
# So pick up your knives #
# And swing your ax #
# 'Cause the Lord
ain't looking down this way #
# No, He ain't,
no, He ain't #
# The Lord ain't
looking down this way #
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