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.

There's nothing between us.

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!

I was trying to reach her.

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 #

# But every time I go there #

# My friends

turn into primal maniacs #

# So pick up your knives #

# Forget your Bibles #

# 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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