The Bay Page #8

- They all look...

- What the hell is that?

Stephanie:

Oh, my God.

Alex:

Oh, God.

- Alex, Alex...

- Holy sh*t.

- Stephanie:
I wanna get out of here.

- Oh, my God.

- Look at this.

- Do not get any closer.

- I want to get out of here...

- Where are we gonna go?

I don't wanna be out here with

a dead body and Andrew here...

- Aw, Jesus.

- Stop.

- No, just...

- Get away from... don't touch her.

Yes, of course.

A toxic soup of chemicals

could produce

certain mutations.

What's also concerning

is the level

of chicken excrement

in the bay.

I mean, if the numbers

you gave me are correct,

the amount of steroids

in that amount of manure,

um, could be

accelerating growth

by 50, 60 times.

That's both in size

and quantity.

This stuff has so much

chemical steroid in it,

it will take a little birdie,

turn it into a fullgrown birdie

in 42 days, what Mother Nature

would take six months.

They think it's feeding off the

nutrients from the chicken runoff.

We've noticed

a five-to-one

female-to-male ratio

among these fish here.

We could easily be looking

at a new form evolve.

- Ow! Son of a b*tch!

- (screaming)

Must be some kind

of mutated version.

Isopods shouldn't even

be in the brackish water.

I would like

to give Buzz

a big round of applause

for getting these

misters going.

(clapping, cheering)

Are people drinking

this water?

Some went in my mouth.

(coughs)

How's it gonna get through

a filtration system?

What about the larvae?

The desalination plant

in Claridge...

(voices overlapping) A new

form evolve... Steroids...

So much chemical steroid...

Mutated version...

They found a

two-and-a-half-foot one

trying to burrow its way

into a submarine...

Jane? Jane.

Get me...

Will you get me

the White House?

Stephanie:
Oh, my God.

- Alex:
Oh, my God.

- Careful, please.

Oh, you're kidding me.

Holy sh*t.

- Oh, my God.

- What the f***?

- (doors slam)

- Stephanie:
Oh, my God.

Alex:

Where the hell are we?

Donna's voice:
Apparently, a lot

of people came up to Main Street.

And they were

just waiting for an EMS

or an ambulance

or someone to come by.

- Alex, I wanna go.

- Where do you want to go?

They were just

waiting and hoping.

Are we gonna get back on the boat in

the middle of the night without any gas?

Stephanie:

I wanna call the police.

Alex:
You just told me that

there's no cell phone service.

- You just told me that.

- Can we go someplace where we have service

- so we can call the police?

- Look, look.

This place is open.

- Will you look inside...

- Let's just go in here and regroup.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, sh*t.

Um, here.

Let's set this stuff down.

- Where?

- How is Andrew?

He's fine.

He's sleeping.

Stephanie:
Well, this

couldn't be creepier.

- Can we make sure there are no more dead people in here?

- Yes.

I'll make sure

they're not.

Okay.

No, this is good.

This is good.

Let's stay here.

I'm gonna see if

I can find a landline.

Maybe I can get

one to work.

Okay.

I'm gonna go out

and see if I see anyone

on the street at all.

Cops, something.

- Stockman:
We'll find 'em.

- Sheriff:
Find 'em?

Stockman:

We'll find 'em.

Nothing's happened.

We just... we just...

have some deputies

off radio.

You know, if I find these guys

are playing a joke on me...

Well, they're fired.

Sheriff:

I've never had this happen.

Sheriff:
I'm gonna make the next

town meeting, I can tell you that.

- We're gonna have to get some...

- Come on, Lee.

- (beeping)

- That's the last thing we need right now.

- What's that?

- Put your seatbelt on.

Oh, Jesus.

You're riding

in a police car.

Yeah, I'm worried

about my seat belt.

That's what I'm

worried about, right?

Stockman:

Whose car?

Sheriff:

I think that's Jimson's car.

- I can't be for sure.

- Is that him in the car?

I don't know.

- Whose house is this?

- What the hell is he doing, Lee?

- Now, wait a minute.

- I had to kill 'em.

That's Jim.

- What's wrong with him?

- What's wrong with him?

He looks like

he's done something.

- Is he drunk?

- He's got his gun out.

- Go away!

- What's the matter, Jim?

Come here, buddy!

Come here!

Stockman:
Something's

wrong with his face.

- Oh, God, he's got...

- Oh, Christ.

- Go away!

- Jim?

- Go away!

- Come on, Jim.

- Just chill out, buddy!

- Just go!

Come on!

Come on and get

in the back of the car.

Get in the back

of the car, Jim.

I'll take you

to the hospital.

- Come on, we'll take you somewhere.

- Just go!

Come on, bud.

Don't let me lose you, Jim.

Come on, now.

We're all gonna die.

- We're all gonna die.

- Oh, God.

- I don't wanna die like this.

- It's okay, buddy.

- I'm coming to get you!

- No, Lee. Lee, stay.

- No, no, no, no.

- Let him go, Lee.

No, no, no. We gotta

get him somewhere.

- You stay here.

- Lee, for God's sake.

- Jim.

- They're eating my flesh.

- Let's go somewhere. Come on.

- We're all gonna die.

- Come on. Hey, what's that?

- We shouldn't have to die like this.

Huh?

No, you're not gonna die.

Nobody's gonna die.

Get in the car.

You don't have

to die like this, sir.

I can't touch you,

but get in the car.

Jim, now, wait a minute.

No, Deputy!

Put that gun down!

Bill, just hang on

for a second.

I'm gonna go

and get Alex.

Okay?

Don't go anywhere.

Alex. Alex?

I got Bill

on the Skype.

- Bill, can you hear me?

- Yeah, what's going on?

Okay, we came

to Claridge

- And, um... - Where are you,

at an antique store or something?

There are these...

there are dead bodies

- everywhere, Bill.

- What?

- And...

- Bill, the entire town is covered

- in dead f***ing bodies.

- Oh, yeah. Okay.

That's a good one.

All right.

- Bill, please!

- What, are you guys serious?

Yeah, we are entirely

f***ing serious here, Bill.

Oh, okay.

Call the cops, guys.

No, we called the cops.

We can't get through to them.

We can't get through

to my parents.

Our cell phones aren't working.

We can't get service.

We need for

you to do something.

Okay, all right.

Where are you?

Claridge.

- Claridge?

- Claridge.

- Call somebody, anybody.

- All right, hey.

Just get us

some help here, please.

Tell me, what

happened to you?

We don't know

what happened.

I mean, what is that

on your neck?

What's on my neck?

- Oh, my God, Alex.

- What is it?

Alex:

Oh, holy sh*t.

My name is

Dr. Jack Abrams.

I am a physician

at the Atlantic Hospital

in Maryland.

I'm making this video

in the hope that

I will be able to watch it

at some point in the future,

and I'm gonna show the world

what happened here.

Uh, coming out

into the hall now...

I locked myself

in the ICU for...

The CDC stopped

taking my phone calls.

Contacted FEMA.

Help hasn't arrived.

I think I now know

what is killing people.

We were looking

for some kind of virus,

some kind of viral outbreak.

And when we called CDC,

they needed to send

a f***ing army down here to put

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