The Forsaken Page #2

Shut up, Pen.

Kick it over, Teddy.

F***.

Again.

F***in' A. Ready?

You might want to keep that running

for a while. Let it charge up.

We'll do that.

Can I ask you guys,

were you in Tonopah last night?

We were in Kingman last night.

I thought I saw your car

in the motel there.

No, must have been another one

just like it.

Yeah, yeah. I guess so.

You got any money you could spare?

- Not really.

- You sure?

Don't be a b*tch. You heard him.

No harm in asking, right?

- The one riding shotgun's a hunter.

- I know.

Then why did you let him go?

How many times

do I have to tell you?

There's a time and a place...

for everything.

How's that steak?

It's good. Want some?

- You sure?

- Yeah.

If that was any rarer,

it'd still be grazing somewhere.

Do you eat like that

'cause you're tapped out?

Yeah, I'm tapped out. Lost my wallet,

credit cards, everything.

Got barely enough money

to get to my sister's wedding and back.

F***ing ordered cheese.

So what's your deal, man?

What do you do?

As little as possible.

Yeah, but you gotta make money.

You work?

I cruise.

I find something to do when I need to.

Kind of like a day-to-day thing.

What about the future?

I mean, what do you want to be doing,

say, I don't know, ten years from now?

I don't give a sh*t.

I could be dead tomorrow.

If everybody had your attitude,

we'd really be f***ed.

We are f***ed. Take a look

at the world we inherited.

We're a bunch of fast-food munching

MTV freaks humping the American dream.

You gonna finish that pie?

No. No, I guess I'm not.

The generation before us sold their

innocence for 200 satellite stations...

and it's been downhill ever since.

They had Mickey Mouse,

Easy Rider and the Beatles.

All right? We got South Park,

the Blair b*tch and Ricky Martin.

They had, "Be here now."

We got, "Sh*t happens."

If that doesn't put things into

perspective, I don't know what does.

We're just Microsoft Neanderthals

addicted to surfing Net land...

still shitting in our own nest.

And every time I think about giving

a rat's ass, I just picture Monica...

making millions

from sucking Bill's little red rooster.

And that just rockets me

right back into reality.

You are really depressing.

You know that, right?

Yes.

Here. My treat.

You pay. I'm gonna piss.

Look, miss.

This is a private tour bus.

I don't know what's wrong with you,

but if you wanna go somewhere...

you gotta get inside and buy yourself

a ticket for the regular bus.

You owe me for the coffee, honey.

- What's wrong with you?

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

- What is wrong with her?

I think she's stoned

and flat-ass broke too.

That's great.

Who's gonna pay me for this?

I will.

- I'll pay.

- If she's a friend...

you better get her some help

before the sheriff sees her around here.

It's okay.

I know what's wrong with you,

and I wanna help you.

- Easy, Nick. You're scaring her.

- I know what I'm doing, Sean.

- I'm serious. Take it easy.

- I said I know what I'm doing.

Hey, look at her. She's shaking.

- Get the car.

- Look, I can't get involved in this.

Get the f***ing car!

F***!

Well, I can let you have number six.

It's 45 bucks.

- Yeah, that's fine.

- In advance.

I'm tired of you dune racers

f***ing the place up...

so no funny business

or I'll boot your ass out.

- Understood?

- Yes, sir.

She was trying to get on that bus. Maybe

wherever it's going is where she's from.

Get my bags from the car

and as much ice as you can, all right?

What is the deal here, Nick? What do you

mean, you know what's wrong with her?

Just get my stuff,

and I'll tell you everything.

This is all the ice I could...

What the f*** are you doing?

Her blood's burning up.

I gotta cool her down.

- Maybe we should get her a doctor.

- I'm gonna be needing a lot more ice.

Get back to that restaurant

and get as much as they'll give you.

I'm not getting sh*t until you tell me

what the hell is going on.

- She's infected.

- What do you mean? Infected how?

Jesus. What the hell is all that sh*t?

I swear to God, man,

I will drop you a clue. I promise you.

But I need the f***ing ice.

Yeah, come on, baby! Yeah!

Goddamn it, Merk, you a**hole.

Put that f***ing thing away

before you kill somebody.

Shut that sh*t out!

I blast that motherf***er clean!

Hey, Prize, man!

Put the goddamn gun away before I come

up there and kick your skinny ass.

Oh, I am scared shitless!

I'm shaking all over the place, man.

Better watch out. You're gonna

shoot your dick off with that thing.

Wouldn't take much.

Very funny, b*tch.

Hey.

We saw the lights. Wondered

if you guys could spare a few beers.

- "We"?

- My friends and me.

Oh, God.

So, you got any beers or what?

- This is a private party.

- Sorry.

We didn't know that.

Well, now you do.

Why don't you motivate your ass on out

of here before you piss somebody off...

and end up with my boot

in your ass?

Just one beer?

Hey, why don't you toss me a cold one?

You got it, bro.

How's that for you?

How about another for my friend?

Una mas coming up.

Oh, sh*t!

Yeah, run, baby!

Sh*t! Get in!

Hey, you gotta calm down!

Calm down!

Calm down!

No, wait! Stop! Calm down!

Shh! You are safe!

You're safe!

Shut up! Shh! Quiet. Shh.

What's happening to her?

Come here! Help me hold her!

She's gonna hurt herself! She's gonna...

Drop the f***ing box and help me!

- Shh! Shh!

- Give me her arm!

Sh*t!

What's going on in there?

What the hell

are you freaks doing in there?

- Nothing. My sister had a bad nightmare.

- Bullshit.

- Shh!

- There's something funny going on.

Nothing's going on in here.

I swear. My sister had a bad dream.

I want you out of here come morning.

Understood?

That's not a problem.

You gotta hold her tight.

- What is that? What are you doing?

- Don't worry. I've done this before.

- She's got a blood disorder.

- How do you know that?

Trust me. I know.

- What kind of disorder?

- She's got a virus.

It can be slowly controlled by drugs,

but only for a little while.

The only real cure is to find

the original source of infection...

and kill it.

Now I'm about to lay

some heavy sh*t on you, my man.

And you're probably gonna bail,

but I am totally played out...

and I need your help.

What happened to your hand?

She must have...

She must have bit me.

What the hell do you kids want?

I had the weirdest dreams.

There was all this blood.

I was hanging with these...

That was way back in time.

Some weird sh*t.

How do you feel?

Wiped out.

It's like I was 'shrooming or something.

- You were bit by a vampire.

- Yeah, right.

You know, I was thinking maybe...

maybe I should drop

the two of you off in San Antonio.

Come on.

I gotta show you something.

Is that who I think it is?

What the f*** is he doing?

What are you doing?

Wake up, fuckface.

Jesus Christ,

you f***ing killed him.

I doubt it.

- Open the trunk.

- Why?

Just open the trunk.

You'll find out.

- What am I supposed to be looking for?

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