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Unnatural.

I feel it.

- I feel it in my bones.

- Ha!

Unnatural or not.

She found herself a hunting bow and now

we all got targets on our asses!

F***!

Alright.

We got to turn the tables!

Alright?

We're going to get ourselves

some n*gger bait,

and we're gonna lure her to us

like a b*tch in heat.

We're gonna bring her to us.

In that case,

you're gonna need some guns.

Yeah, guns, some guns.

A lot of f***ing guns!

You know, the bartender, Coby,

who got killed with Jed,

his father's a second lieutenant in the Marines.

He's a crazy motherf***er.

- He's gonna want some pay back

- That man was in the Korean War.

He's older than dirt.

Yeah, but it makes no matter.

That guy's got a cashier of weapons

big enough to defend Fort Knox.

Aye?

Let's move.

Skeeter, you're gonna

have to sit this one out.

Belle!

Stop digging in that earth.

Get in here this instance.

What you got there?

Some dead animal?

Oh my God!

Are you sure you dog didn't go

strolling off the premises?

We got 4 hectares,

it's all fenced in.

Where's he gonna go?

And you haven't seen any

strangers wondering around at night?

No, but some son of a b*tch

has been stealing from my barn.

My new hunting bow

I got from Christmas,

arrows and everything.

Hunting bow, huh?

Mind I take a look?

Good god, oh mighty!

What'd you got in here,

a dead coyote?

My oh my!

Something dead has been living in here.

Lizzy, that's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard.

It can't be alive if it's dead.

Dispatch to Sheriff Holt, come in.

Go ahead, Jesse.

Officer Stanfield just called in.

He says he found Creed Traver's dead.

He says it looks like somebody

used him for target practice.

What do you mean?

He was all shot up with arrows.

Jesus Christ!

Tell Stanfield to wait there.

I'm on my way.

One more thing.

The result from the lab came in,

and you were right.

Jed's killer used the payphone.

His killer?

The prints from the bottle used to killed Jed,

matched the one on the payphone.

MISSING PERSON:

REWARD! PLEASE HELP!

NAME:
ZOE CARDEN

Please forget me

Zoe!

Oh.

Are you okay?

This is for Creed!

Angel, we got your boyyy!

Angel, we got your boyyy!

We're gonna open a can of them worms

on this n*gger!

That should get her f***ing attention,

huh, Trey?

F***!

- Sh*t...

- Oh mother of God!

Let's go!

Catch me!

Damn f***ing b*tch.

What the f*** is in my neck?

God damn it!

The hospital's that way.

F***ing other way.

She's in the f***ing truck, man.

Why don't you die, f***ing b*tch!

Oh.

Suck on this!

Whoa!

Yeah!

- F***ing aye, Trey.

- Oh, how'd you like that?

What the f***!

That did not f***ing happen.

What the f***?

I must have stabbed that b*tch

over 2 dozen times.

I could not shake her resolve.

- And that look in her eyes.

- Trey.

I've seen it before.

Soulless.

- West.

- Like a Grim Reaper.

Savage.

You guys. You got to get

me to the hospital.

I can't stay here.

I'm gonna die if I stay here.

It's as if her dead carcass is

being controlled like a puppet.

Then maybe we need

to be asking ourselves.

Who's pulling the strings?

Well, you know.

The only man I know in town

that can do something like that

is the old witch doctor.

- Witch doctor.

- I need a doctor!

Shut the f*** up, Cody!

When we get out of here,

I say we pay that old Indian a visit.

The cavalry's here.

Move out.

Welcome to the war, man.

I see you came dressed for the occasion.

Goat.

Roddy, I'm sorry about to your boy.

Clay served the best tequila on this side

of the Mexican border, we all loved him.

The b*tch sliced his throat from ear to ear,

butched him like cattle.

I want to know who and why

the f*** she did this to my boy.

Why?

Wrong place, wrong time.

Uh, who?

Well...

That's a tale for campfires

that will make you toe nails grow up.

Show me the party favors!

Men, let me introduce to you,

the M4 carbine assault rifle.

Endorsed by the same Grim Reaper himself.

This little baby has sent more terrorist to hell

than any other weapon on the planet.

That's what I'm talking about.

You yahoos want to tell me why

that b*tch went on a murderous rampage.

Why my boy is on a slab

in the morgue?

It must have been a damnable sin.

Let's just say she was a...

real life angel.

Deaf-mute.

But, her eyes...

... they spoke volumes.

Heavenly eyes.

Virgin to the evils men do.

Till that fateful day.

Jed went first, pumping into her

like a wild stallion.

I swear that he was going to

have a heart attack.

The fighting and the kicking

and the barbed wire,

didn't stop her.

None.

Oh, after Jed

come Creed and Cody went up.

Cody...

They must have broke her

because just when I had at her.

She just lay there quiet like

while I did my thing.

Hell, I think she even enjoyed it.

But all good things

must come to an end.

And that's when West pulled out

that bowie knife of his.

Gut into that n*gger lover to the hilt.

Says he buried her too.

Ain't that right, West?

I reckoned she didn't like her resting place,

'cos the next thing we know...

She's back from the dead.

And hell-bent on killing us all.

Guess that's what happens

when you drag an angel into hell.

It becomes a demon.

That's it, I'm getting

the f*** out of here.

Sit your ass down, Cody

You walk out that door, that air

is the least of your concerns.

I'm bleeding out like a

slaughtered pig here, Trey.

I can't let you go, brother.

That arrow hit an artery

you'd be dead by now.

From what I can tell,

the bleeding's slowed.

So, come sun up,

we'll fetch Dr. Myers.

Dr. Myers.

The veterinarian?

Come on.

F***!

- Skeeter?

- Sheriff.

Come on out here, boy.

Your brothers around?

You want to tell me

about the girl?

Was Jed involved?

Was Jed involved?

He hurt her bad.

They all did.

Is she alive?

Dammit, boy, answer me!

Is she alive or is she dead?

She ain't dead!

West killed her

but she didn't stay dead.

She murdered Jed and Creed,

and now, she's coming for us all.

Where are they?

You know what I think?

I think you boys gave that girl

a greater appreciation for the white meat.

Maybe she don't give a f***

for this n*gger anymore.

What are you looking at?

You want a piece of me?

Huh?

Motherf***er!

What the f*** you're doing?

N*gger and his b*tch are going to pay

for what they did to my boy.

The man had nothing to do with it.

Bullshit!

Blackies rolling into Acme

for one or two reasons:

To start trouble.

Or to spread the good Lord's gospel.

Well, I don't see a crucifix on his neck.

I say we shoot him in the knees.

Then, when she hears him scream.

Maybe, she'll understand

the urgency of the situation.

You might end up on her sh*t list.

F*** her!

Bring it on!

Cody's getting away.

Cody!

He's taking my car!

Crap!

He makes it to the hospital,

that's all sh*t roll.

Sorry, brother.

Oh.

Hell, no!

I'm not dying today.

I'm not dying today!

Well, that ain't the puppet master himself.

Goat, you stay here.

Make sure she doesn't

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