The Bone Snatcher Page #3

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- Somebody better get on the field radio

and let the mine know

that we need some help.

- Calling Eland Mine,

this is Echo Zero Three,

are you reading, over?

Calling Eland Mine.

(static)

Anyone out there?

(static)

This is Echo Zero Three,

is anybody reading this?

(static)

The damn thing's broken.

I'm gonna try an emergency beacon.

(plane zooming past)

(mystical music)

(plane zooming)

- It's about damn time.

- Hey!

Hey come back!

Come back!

- He's seen us.

- Don't panic, china.

They'll send a rescue truck for us

in a couple of days, okay?

- Yeah?

How do you know?

- We might look like clowns,

but believe it or not, we

actually know what we're doing.

- All right, but we're

out here for two days.

This is an emergency.

- Why?

We've got supplies.

They send a truck, we get a tan.

It's better than working.

(ominous music)

- Magda, what have you got in here?

- Shop said I was a fool,

thought I'd never use it.

K-rations.

Tastes like crud, but

it's better than nothing.

- Are you gonna wear that?

- Yep, it's gonna be cold tonight.

(ominous music)

(engine revving)

(ominous music)

(electricity sparking)

- I'm gonna find a rock.

- Mikki, go with Magda.

Who suddenly made you the boss?

- It's either Mikki or me.

Nobody does anything

by themselves anymore.

We already have three dead bodies.

(ominous music)

- Jesus, it stinks in here!

Titus.

Your watch, buddy.

(mystical music)

- Seen anything?

- Nah.

(ominous music)

(machine beeping)

(machine beeping)

- Kurt.

Kurt?

(ominous music)

Sh*t!

Karl!

Karl!

It's got Kurt!

Karl!

Come here!

(ominous music)

(gun firing)

- What is that?

- It's okay.

(gun firing)

Get him up off the ground.

Get him in the truck!

- Magda!

- They're everywhere!

(gun firing)

- Karl, get out of there!

- Pull him.

Help me get him back to the truck.

(gun firing)

- Oh my God!

- Move it!

(gun firing)

They're still coming!

(gun firing)

- Enough shooting.

Plan B.

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

- Karl, what the hell are you doing?

- Torch them!

- I've got to reload.

- I'm not gonna end up

like Kurt and the others.

- There's a thousand liters of fuel, Karl.

You're gonna take us all with you.

- Oh God!

- I walk through the valley...

- Pray hard, sweetheart.

- Sometimes praying just isn't enough.

(music intensifies)

- No, wait.

Look!

They're turning away.

(grunting)

See anything?

- Nothing.

(groaning in pain)

- That should steady him.

He's losing a lot of blood.

He's in shock.

We've got to get him to a hospital soon.

(machine beeping)

What else have you got

in that first-aid kit?

- I'm gonna go pour out more fuel.

(ominous music)

(fuel slushing)

- Move.

Now!

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

- No!

- What the hell are you doing?

- It's turning away.

Let it go!

(both grunting)

- Enough.

If you two want to behave like a**holes,

that's fine by me.

But right now, if we don't

work together, we're finished.

If I see any more of this crap...

(gun c*cks)

Are we clear?

- Well, shooting it wasn't working.

- So what are you gonna do?

Reason it to death?

Buy us some time.

There's a system at work here, Karl.

Methodology.

- You tell that to Kurt and Titus.

We've got to get him help, fast.

- The prospector truck has a radio.

- That'll take a good two days.

At first light, we move out.

- You want to carry him 40

kliks across the desert?

You think that's gonna help?

- What else can we do?

- She will tear you apart.

Leave Titus with me.

I can medicate him and pray.

- Oh, enough mumbo-jumbo.

I say we all go.

We don't have a choice.

- Who's we, Karl?

I have a choice.

I'm staying.

There's enough fuel in

this thing to wipe out

anything that might decide to come back.

Leave Titus with me.

His chances are better if he stays here.

- That's one hell of a choice, babe.

You were ready to roast us all back there.

You leave that whisky alone

and you start bloody thinking clearly!

- The Sandmother.

She is searching for her children.

- Take it easy, man.

Not now, Titus.

- Karl.

That thing.

If it is searching...

- I've never seen anything like it before.

Maybe he's right.

- It's changing and

it's like it's evolving

right in front of our eyes.

(mystical music)

- The Sandmother.

She takes what belongs to her.

Then she drains the life from their bones.

She breaks people apart.

(mystical music)

(groaning)

- Come on.

- Where is it?

- I'm getting a reading

from somewhere there.

(machine beeping)

- That's great.

That thing of yours is useless.

Can't even find the water

that we're supposed to find.

- It doesn't just find water.

It also analyses if it's safe or not by

determining its acidity.

Right now I'm getting a reading for acid

that's right off the scale.

- From what?

(machine beeping)

- Ants.

Formic acid.

Ants have formic acid.

It's what they use to kill their prey.

It's one of the most

powerful acids there is.

- Ants!

Whoa, look.

- What the hell is that?

(wind howling)

- Sandstorm.

Take cover.

- Where?

- Move it!

(wind howling)

(groaning)

- Are we all okay?

- Where's the fuel?

- The jerrycan.

- It's almost empty.

Charlie.

It's f***ed.

- So, my friend, are we.

(ominous music)

- How much further?

- We could go right past it.

- He's right.

Let's stop here for the night

and carry on in the morning.

- The prospector's

truck can't be far.

We should rest for the night.

- Well, this is about as bad place as any.

(ominous music)

- This gasoline should keep it away.

That's the end of it.

- You know, this petrol

will evaporate soon.

- Yeah.

(ominous music)

What's that sound?

- It's the sound of the desert.

- What?

- It's when the grains of

sand roll against each other.

They create this vibrating moan.

- What causes the grains of

sand to roll against each other?

- Normally the wind.

- There is no wind.

(ominous music)

(scratching noise)

- My God!

Magda!

It got Magda.

- What the f*** is that?

- Ants.

(ominous music)

Listen.

- Vehicle

Two Eight Foxtrot Tango.

Anybody reading this?

Calling--

- Radio.

- Calling

Charlie Foxtrot Tango.

- That's the prospector's truck.

It must be just over that dune, come on!

(ominous music)

Lucky the radio still works.

Hey, Johan will be here soon.

- Take a look at this.

(ominous music)

Karl.

Give me your flashlight.

- What is it?

- I don't know for damn sure, but

it looks like some kind of nursery.

- A nursery?

For what?

- The queen.

- What?

- That creature.

Esikhulu.

It's ants.

The ants on Titus they were

solid, man, like flesh.

That's it!

They just want the bones.

It gives them structure like a skeleton.

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