Pulse 2: Afterlife Page #3

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Don't go.

I'm sorry.

Uh, I-I-I should be going.

I never knew before...

what they feel.

- So alone.

- They?

L-Look, ma'am,

I don't know what I can-

Oh, God.

- U-U-Uh, ma'am-

- Touch me.

No. Uh-

No, m-ma'am.

I-I-I'm a- I'm a-

You don't want to feel me?

Is that it?

Yes- I mean, no.

I-I-It's not that I don't.

I do. I-It's just-

You think it's catching?

It's not.

You don't get it from us.

You get it from them.

Maybe. I- I don't know.

I don't-A-A-All I know-

You know nothing.

You don't know what she took from me.

You don't know.

Oh- Oh, I'm so cold.

So cold.

Hold me.

Please just hold me.

I'm so cold.

Yeah.

You just-just hold me.

Please.

Oh, I'm so cold.

Please.

Please just hold me.

So, we're gonna go

on a little shopping trip.

Then I'm out of your hair

for good. How's that?

Everything of value

was looted days ago.

- Not what I'm looking for.

- Which is what, exactly?

Let's just say that I have a plan...

that can save the world...

or end it a whole lot sooner.

- Just tell me what you need me for.

- Wheels, man.

You're planning on saving

the world but can't find a car?

I don't drive. I never have.

It's my bit for the environment.

All right, then, knock yourself out.

No, dude, I'm not

going in there. You are.

I'll be sitting right here with

little, uh-What's your name?

- Chatty Cathy.

- No. That is not acceptable.

Get out.

Okay, tell me... exactly what it is

I'm looking for.

It's your basic multi-use

infrared microprocessor.

A few aisles down on the left,

as I recall.

Very important-you want IR-245-F.

IR-245-F. Okay.

- Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie-

- Giddyap.

Okay, honey.

It's gonna be okay.

You be good.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

IR-245-F!

Nothing else will do!

Daddy!

Daddy.

You gotta be kidding me.

Coming when?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

IR-245-F.

IR-245-F.

IR-245-F.

IR-245-F. IR-245-F.

IR-245-F. IR-245-F.

Where are you?

Oh, sh*t.

What? Come on. What-

"C."

"D." "E."

Goddamn it! Where?

All right, here-There! Right there!

Come on!

No!

Get away from me!

Get over, sweetheart.

Did you get it?

- Yeah.

- Come here.

Right on.

I saw my ex-wife last night.

- What a joy.

- My dead ex-wife.

So you want to know...

where she's been, why she's back...

and if it's really even her.

All right. Imagine you're out there

floating in some black, empty void.

Suddenly there's a way back

to this plane of existence...

a way back to life.

You'd grab onto it, wouldn't you?

Even if that life wasn't your own?

The problem is, in this little

passion play you're still not alive.

And that's gotta hurt.

That's gotta really suck...

to know that you made it

all the way back...

only to find out,

beyond a shadow of a doubt...

that you're still f***in' dead.

Here. Take it. Red's the one frequency

they can't penetrate.

Yeah, I kinda got that impression.

So what am I supposed

to do with this?

When the time comes,

you'll think of something.

- Dad.

- Stay in the car.

Stay in the car.

Be right back.

Excuse me?

I'd like to buy some gas.

Excuse me?

Sir?

I'm on pump four.

I'm just g-

I'm just stepping inside.

I'm just gonna-

I'm just gonna reach past you...

over your shoulder.

That's it. That's all.

I'll, uh-

I'll leave the cash on top of the pump,

if that's all right with you.

Pop the gas cap.

You know where it is, right?

Never mind.

I got it.

There.

I-I-I had no intention

of stealing your gas.

It's full service only.

Oh. Right.

Uh-

Hey, that works for me.

No problem.

Uh, premium's all I got left.

Fine. Uh, p-p-premium's-

premium's fine.

It's b- better than fine.

You have no idea how grateful I am.

I was, uh, practically on fumes.

Move over, squirt.

Do you happen to know anything

about any kind of relief center?

Emergency services,

anything like that?

There's a- a refugee camp

being set up along 306.

It's about 20 miles south

of Chillicothe.

It's where the cell signals

won't reach.

Thanks. I'll try

heading down that way.

Hey, did you hear that, squirt?

It's only four or five

hours' drive from here.

Not that it'll do you

a damn bit of good.

I'm hungry.

I'm sure they got food

and a place to sleep.

I bet they even have

other kids your age.

What about Mommy?

I'm sure that she would

want you to be okay...

before she'd ever want you

worrying about her.

That's just the way mommies are.

I know it's hard,

but... try to-

Hey. Hey!

Wait. Wait.

Oh, sh*t.

Damn it.

I'm sorry.

What do we do now?

Someone will come along to help us.

We just have to sit tight.

I haven't seen anybody else.

Have you?

Not for a long time.

Look, by tomorrow morning

we'll be back on the road.

We just have to find

this refugee camp.

It's- It's only a-

It's only a couple of hours away.

What's a refugee?

It's, um-

It's someone who, um-

Well, who likes to camp.

You know what?

We should try to

get some sleep, squirt.

I'm too scared to sleep.

Oh, come on.

Just like last summer.

King's Canyon?

When it rained so hard

on the tent...

you wanted to go sleep in the car.

It's just like that.

- Okay?

- Okay.

That's my girl.

What is it?

What do you see?

It's nothing.

I'm just, um-

You know, just-just thinking.

You know what?

I got an idea.

Here.

- Fix that up there.

- Okay.

- Up here.

- Hmm?

- There.

- There.

That's it.

- What are we doing?

- We are making a tent.

You're trying to

keep us safe, aren't you?

That's right.

- From Mommy?

- From...

whatever.

There.

How's that for a tent?

Marta said the last

thing she would ever do

was seal herself

up in her own tomb.

Yeah.

- Well, it's not like that.

- Why not?

Because it's not.

Ah-

Go on to sleep, all right?

Okay?

Good night, squirt.

Justine.

Justine.

Dad?

Dad.

Hmm?

What is it?

Go back to sleep, squirt.

Dad.

It's nothing, Justine.

It's just the wind.

Justine.

Mommy?

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Justine!

Justine, can you hear me?

Justine, get back here!

Justine, shout if you can hear me!

Justine!

Mommy?

Honey, can you hear me?

Justine!

No, don't! Don't!

Justine!

Th-That is not your mother, Justine!

Oh, Jesus! Come here!

Come on, Justine!

Mommy! I want my mommy!

I want my mommy!

I want my mommy!

Stay put!

No! Let me out!

Justine- Please, Justine!

Let me out! Let me out!

I hate you! I hate you!

Please, Justine!

Justine, please! Listen!

I hate you!

- It's your fault! You killed Mommy!

- That is not your mommy!

- Shut up! Please! Please! Justine!

- You killed Mommy!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- I hate you!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my- Oh, my God!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Justine, please! Please!

Oh, God. Oh, God, squirt.

I'm sorry.

Squirt, I didn't mean that.

I didn't mean that.

I didn't mean to do that.

Okay? I'm sorry.

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

Daddy's really sorry.

I will never-

If I went with her...

she wouldn't be so sad...

would she?

You killed her.

No, Justine.

Yes, you did.

Your fault.

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