The Food of the Gods Page #4

Especially the children.

Oh, God, you're going

to make me cry.

Hey, Lorna, you surprise me.

I always thought

you were like me.

Anything for a buck.

Oh, no, you underestimate

yourself, baby.

Nobody could be

a whore like you.

You're number one.

I heard that argument

you had with Bensington.

Are you that much concerned?

No?

Well, why'd you

throw away your job?

I couldn't take the chance

the rats would get me

before I told Bensington exactly

what I thought of him.

You okay?

I think I'm going

to be sick again.

Get up. Come on.

It's all my fault.

Her pregnancy or

her being out here?

Both.

Well, it's too late to do

anything about either, isn't it?

Oh, God, help us.

I won't never sin again, never.

Only don't let no rats eat us.

Please, God.

- Is that enough?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Good.

Come on, baby.

Choke this thing, here.

There you go.

Take the shotgun, Brian.

You know something,

I'm supposed to be in Chicago,

day after tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

Think I'll make it?

I sure hope so.

Oh, Jesus, here they come.

Don't shoot.

What if it doesn't stop them?

We won!

Morgan, we won!

All right, let's get

out of here. Come on.

Okay.

You were right!

They can't swim!

Let's go.

If I was a fish, I'd have thought

it was too easy.

What's the matter?

Did you count how many rats there

were back there at the water?

- Just now?

- Yeah.

No, I didn't count them.

Yeah, well, if you had,

you'd find out

that there's only

half the bastards

we left back there

at that generator.

So what?

So, I think the rest

are up to something else.

Like what?

Like, we better

find out damn quick.

Where the hell are you going?

Come on, Morgan,

let's break this down.

Come on, let's get

the hell out of here.

Oh, God.

Brian!

Brian!

Morgan!

Morgan!

If you care for that girl

in there with your baby,

you better change your mind.

Once I leave here, none of

you are going to get out alive.

I couldn't take Rita back

out there with those rats.

There's no way.

You just didn't

see them like we did.

Now, you listen to me, you get

that pregnant girl of yours

out of here and into that car.

And don't give me any bullshit.

And the old lady goes, too.

Well, get them, god damn it!

Yeah, that's right, Jack.

You be sure and take

Mrs. Skinner with you.

You'll need her signature

for the rights, won't you?

What happened to your friend?

He run out on you?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, come on.

Hey, let go of me, you son of a b*tch

Hey, hey! No, stop it!

Please, stop it!

Stop, no!

No!

Oh, Lord!

Look! Look, look!

Get the shotgun!

Mr. Thomas.

Thomas!

Listen, everything's

going to be okay.

Better go in the bedroom with Rita.

She's not feeling too well.

Looks like

the white one's the leader.

Save your energy, Thomas.

They're out of shotgun range.

Hey, we scared them off.

Yeah, for a while anyway.

For a while? We can hold them

off forever, man.

Just cool it, will you?

Mr. Morgan!

Mr. Morgan, the well's run dry.

I been pumping and pumping

since the Lord knows when.

Yeah, well,

you can stop pumping.

Those rats have cut through

the pipe right to the well.

What do we do about water?

That's the least of our problems.

Those rats will be in here

long before

we ever get too thirsty.

Oh, my God.

Hey, Morgan, how do we know

we can't reach them

with our shotguns out there?

Boy, just another 20 feet closer,

we'd get them all.

Hey, you're

ruining those shells!

Yeah, I know. But that's all we

got left to save us.

Hey, look, Thomas, count

the shells we've got.

If we're lucky enough

to knock out one rat

with each shell,

there'd still be

enough of those bastards left to

hold a hell of a people barbecue.

Oh, you've got an answer

for everything, don't you?

Well, maybe we shouldn't

have listened to you,

maybe Bensington was right.

Yeah, you got a point there.

Well, nothing gets

to you, god damn it!

We could've been

the hell away from here

if it wasn't for you.

I'll tell you what. Bensington's

car is still out there.

You can take it if you want to.

I'm sure he won't mind.

I know all about

delivering babies.

Living on a farm,

you get to know those things.

Everything's

going to be all right.

- Lorna.

- Yeah.

Can you handle one of these.

Sure.

You ever shot one?

No.

Oh, terrific.

Well, it's ready to go.

Hold it tight against

your shoulder. It kicks, okay?

Yeah.

God, I know my husband isn't coming

back to me. I know it, I know it.

Was the finest man

in the whole world.

Is it possible that

Bensington was right?

We could have

driven through them?

Yeah, it's possible.

How can you be so cool?

Aren't you afraid?

Sure, but I'm more bothered

that those rats are out there

trying to outsmart me.

If I told you how I felt right now,

you'd think I was crazy.

Tell me.

I want you to make love to me.

It is crazy, isn't it?

At a time like this.

Listen,

the first thing we'll do

when we get back

to the mainland

is continue this

conversation, okay?

But that's just it, I don't think

we'll ever get back.

They're attacking again.

I need more shells.

How's it going?

I've been lying here,

thinking about what

it's going to be like

when those rats get inside.

Morgan says

we're gonna be fine.

Do you believe that?

You know, I used to think

about dying a lot.

I'd sort of lie there in bed,

at night, in the dark.

I guess I've always

had a terrible fear of it.

Rita, don't.

I used to fantasize

the most horrible death.

You know, the most frightening.

None of them come close

to being eaten by rats.

The funny thing is,

now that it's happening,

it really doesn't seem

to matter, except for my baby.

What do you think

our chances are?

Pretty good.

Like hell.

Have it your way.

Any minute now those rats

are going to bust in here,

and you're still fussing around

with some lousy jars.

Well, it's something to do.

Something to do?

That, my dear boy,

is what life is all about.

From the time you're born,

it's finding something to do

while you're waiting to die,

and you try like hell to prevent it.

I'm not afraid to die,

'cause it means

I'll be with my husband again.

I'm not afraid.

Not afraid.

Now, you get your ass

in gear and get over there,

and put that strip in that

gasoline jar and move it!

I think we ought to at least

talk about it. All of us.

Yeah, about what?

Bensington's car.

It's still out there, and

the rats haven't hurt it.

I'll tell you what,

we'll take a vote on it.

- Good. If we...

- After we come back.

From where?

Say, I'm not

going to leave Rita,

if that's what you're thinking.

Pick up those jars

of gasoline, Thomas!

You're going to kill us.

Now open the front door!

Oh, God.

God!

No!

Oh, no!

I think the baby

means it this time.

How did you know

there was a dam?

Mrs. Skinner told me.

Don't let the baby die

, please.

Can you see?

Can you see the head?

Push.

Is the head coming?

It's showing its head.

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