Ravenous Page #4

penchantfor bourbon...

didn't leave him in the pink.

You take over.

Manifest... destiny.

Westward expansin.

You know, come April...

it'll all start again.

Thousands of gold-hungry

Americans...

will travel

over those mountains...

on their way to new lives...

passing right... through...

here.

We won't kill...

indiscriminately.

No... selectively.

Good God...

we don't want

to break up families.

People are not stupid, Ives.

Really?

You'll get caught.

Well, if it's just

the two of us...

jolly old Hart and I.

You see,

that's why we need others.

You, for one.

General Slauson.

Of course, we've no wish

to recruit everyone.

We've enough mouths to feed,

as it is.

We just need a home.

And this country...

is seeking to be whole.

Stretching out its arms...

and consuming all it can.

And we merely follow.

Not me.

You know, it's not courage

to resist me, Boyd.

It's courage to accept me.

I mean,

you're already one of us.

Well...

almost.

You hungerfor it.

You just won't

resign yourself to it.

It's not so difficult, really...

acquiescence.

It's easy, actually.

You just... give... in.

I can't.

Oh, well.

Then...

you die.

It's all right, it's notfatal.

Not if you take

the necessary precautions.

Stew a la Major Knox.

This willfix you up.

The old souse was a lot stronger

than he looked.

A couple of doses of this...

you'll be right as rain

and twice as strong.

Well...

Isn't this civilized?

Mmm.

You know...

Ben Franklin once said...

"Eat to live...

"don't live to eat."

Huh? Huh?

It's an easy decisin, Boyd.

You can eitherfamine orfeast.

Live or die.

Bravo.

Here, chickie, chickie, chickie.

Run away!

Run for your lives!

Havingfun?

Morning.

The general's coming,

remember?

Well, you're up.

Feeling better?

"Waste not, want not."

Ben Franklin.

How's the wound?

Oh, right as rain.

Yeah.

So it is.

I could use some fresh air.

Are you to be trusted?

Of course not.

Walnut, Boyd?

All my books are gone.

I'll miss them.

Plato, Aristotle.

For two millennia, struggling

with the nature of man...

the ideal society...

morality.

Boil it down...

it's the same issues...

we can't solve today...

happiness and how to achieve it.

Aristotle sought truth,

Colonel, not happiness.

Truth? Ha!

I led my whole life

according to what...

I thought was right and true,

and look where it got me...

Fort Spencer.

Come on, General.

You have to let me go now, sir.

You know I can't do that.

Why not?

We are not alone.

There's nowhere to go.

I'm still having nightmares.

Oh, no, no.

Reich, Cleaves, Knox.

No! I don't want to hear this!

- There's no turning back now!

- I know that, sir.

Don't you understand?

All you have to do is kill!

You have to kill to live!

You have to kill!

Uh-huh.

There we are.

Breakfast, lunch,

reinforcements.

I'm going to kill him.

Take the knife.

You have to do me a favor

before you go.

You have to kill me.

I can't live like this anymore.

Do it.

Quickly, please.

Aah!

Ives!

Aaaaah!

Uhh!

Gaaaah!

Aaaah!

Aah!

That was...

really...

sneaky.

You know...

if you die first...

I am definitely

going to eat you.

The question is...

if I die...

what are you going to do?

Bon apptit.

Eat...

or die.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Eat...

or...

Uhh.

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