The Forsaken Page #4

I've got longer before I turn.

- I don't care. I said no.

- Why?

Because when the time comes,

I'm gonna need all the muscle I can get.

What is going on with this guy?

Jesus.

There's another lane, a**hole! F***.

This guy's seriously psycho.

- F***, it's them!

- What? Oh, great.

What do we do now?

- Control her!

- I'm trying to!

- Can you go faster?

- Yeah, I can drive faster.

Then do it! Drive faster!

Let's get the hell out of here!

- You ain't going fast!

- I can't!

- Sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t!

He shot the son of a b*tch's car!

Get in the back seat!

You bite me, I'll kill you!

- Hang on.

- What are you doing?

- I got an idea.

- Is it a good one?

I don't know.

I'm about to find out.

Sh*t!

- F***ing skank! Look at the car!

- Who cares? Get in the car!

We don't have time for this!

Don't let her get away!

Come here! Stop it!

- Stop it!

- Hold her.

- No. They already know where we are!

- Come on!

Listen to me. Either she gets

on the cocktail, or I stop taking it.

And no more morphine,

or she'll never talk.

Sh*t! What the f***

did you do that for?

No more time for these games!

We gotta get to the mission!

Come on!

Let's go! Come on!

Get down!

- Go!

- Sh*t!

You gotta be f***ing kidding me!

F***!

Son of a b*tch died on us again!

Why the f*** can't you keep

this car running?

You shut your f***ing face!

It's not my fault!

Why aren't they following us, Nick?

I don't know.

Sh*t.

It's not my fault they don't put

any money in the damn car.

Keep wasting it on that b*tch.

Maybe if you put some money

in the car...

we wouldn't be here, would we?

F***ing whore.

Oh, boy.

Hey, we got one.

- You want some of this sh*t?

- Yeah. Right here.

- Geez, look. Check her out, man. Look.

- Ah, man!

- Oh, man.

- Oh, man.

- P*ssy!

- P*ssy!

- What's up, sugar?

- Car died. I don't know what happened.

This retard here can't seem

to keep the goddamn thing going.

Shut up.

So, what do you think?

Can you help us out?

We could take a look.

Great. We're lucky you came along.

Most people wouldn't stop out here

at night.

Yeah. We really appreciate your help.

- I'll get the tools.

- All right, then.

Give her more pills.

- If I give her any more, she'll O.D.

- Why is she still f***ed up?

The cocktail works slower

when you're closer to turning, Sean.

- What's the matter?

- We're running out of gas.

- How can we be running out of gas?

- Because they hit the tank.

- How much we got left?

- I don't know. Ten or fifteen miles.

- What do I look like, a mechanic?

- That's excellent.

I'm gonna check out this shed.

You stay with her, all right?

- Hey.

- Jesus!

- Is that what I think it is?

- I told you to stay in the car.

I heard a noise. I got worried.

That's the car.

- Hurry up. We gotta stop her! The car!

- I'm moving!

Run! Stop!

Wait! Stop the car!

I got all my sh*t in there!

Come on!

Damn!

Yeah, by the looks of it,

you're probably gonna need...

- Oh, what the f***?

- Let's take a walk.

- What's going on?

- Time to die, cowboy.

I got 40 bucks on me.

That's all I got.

But I got credit cards.

I can give you the PI N number.

This is far enough.

- Kneel down.

- Just take the wallet, please.

Kneel down.

- Girlfriend?

- Yeah, she's my girlfriend.

And we're thinking about getting married

after we graduate.

And her dad is so rich.

And I could call him.

And he's got so much money...

Please, God, don't do this to me.

Got your whole life planned out,

do you?

What you want me to do

with their car?

We're taking it.

You know how long

I've been tracking this guy for?

Nine months.

It's not easy.

They hide their killing.

Make it look like a gang fight.

Robberies. A guy riding a freight train

killing old women.

All kinds of sh*t.

Almost all serial killers.

Here. Let me get this.

It's weird.

Three days ago, I had a phat job

and not a worry in the world.

And now I'm gonna turn

into a vampire...

if I don't whack

some freaked-out psycho.

On top of all that,

I'm gonna lose my job.

How'd you get into the movie biz

anyways? Your old man?

My old man doesn't know I exist.

Yeah. He walked out on my mom

when she was pregnant with me.

- That's f***ed up.

- Yeah.

I guess it just must be

in the blood then, huh?

Like father, like son.

Sh*t, I hope not.

My mom told me my dad was

a cross-dressing Marine drill sergeant.

Where did you get this?

I found it along the road

while I was hitching.

You gotta be pretty pissed, huh?

You had my f***ing wallet

the whole time?

Yeah.

- And you didn't tell me?

- No.

That's f***ed up.

There it is.

This car's trashed, man.

Do you know how much a new transmission

in a car like this is gonna cost?

Would you stop worrying about the car?

Is that her?

Let me handle this.

It's okay. Come on.

Now listen to me.

We are the only ones

who can get you out of this alive.

We got a car coming.

- It's all right.

- Let's go.

Sh*t!

Come on.

Let's go. Hurry!

Put her in the back.

All right, get in, lie low.

- Hey, Sean, it's them.

- It could be anybody.

Yeah, but if it's them,

we can't make a stand here.

We gotta get to the mission.

- Sh*t.

- It's them.

They've seen us.

Start the car.

- Come on! Not now!

- What's going on?

- It's not going into gear.

- Man, we gotta get out.

- Come on!

- They're coming. Go!

Yank it! Come on!

Go! Come on!

Go, go, go!

Sean, come on! Let's go!

Take a f***ing left!

Let's go!

No! Left!

- What the hell is he doing?

- Whoo! Go! Go!

- Sean, what are you doing?

- Playing a little chicken.

Come on, you pussies!

Want to play chicken

with me, boy?

Come on.

Don't turn that wheel.

Rock and roll!

Damn it!

Motherf***er.

- They're still on us.

- These guys don't give up.

We gotta make it to the mission.

What the hell is this?

You gotta be

f***ing kidding me.

You gotta make a decision.

We're going for it.

How the hell did you know

you were gonna get through there?

I didn't.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

- How much farther is it to the mission?

- About ten miles.

We don't have enough gas

to make it there.

Looks deserted, man.

- It's all locked up.

- Sh*t.

We gotta get her inside.

The pills are working on her,

but she can barely walk.

Once she gets some sleep,

she'll be okay.

Nothing?

Damn it!

Buster.

Get your butts outta here!

Believe me, ma'am,

we would love to.

But we're almost out of gas.

We're not looking for a handout,

all right? We'll buy it.

- Ain't got any to sell.

- Could we use your phone?

Ain't got one.

Jesus!

Listen to me.

We are in a lot of trouble.

This girl here is really sick.

Please.

You better get her on in here.

- Why would they go this way?

- Just drive.

What the f*** are we doing, anyway?

Let'em go. We got bigger problems.

Who's gonna day drive for us?

You're gonna turn.

You gotta take drugs

to slow the virus.

Do you want something

to eat, my man?

- What's wrong?

- I don't feel so good.

I feel like I did before.

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