The Survivors Page #6

Hi, Jack. Want some pancakes?

Come on. I'll put the thing on.

Come on.

There we go.

Yes, today we go to victory.

Here we go.

Here we are.

Sorry.

You do well,

you'll be leader of the pack.

Industry is dead!

Bread lines are forming!

America is bankrupt!

The future is anarchy!

Be alert!

The have-nots will soon

be coming after those...

...smart enough to prepare

for the inevitable end.

Looting may occur any day or night!

So use your eyes, and your ears!

Move out! Move out!

Was Donald signed up

for the looter course?

He paid the fee.

I love the smell

of malamute in the morning!

He chewed through the ropes.

He's more primitive than I thought.

No more for me.

You only had to watch him

for 15 minutes!

I did.

Where is he?

God knows. He's not as dumb

as I thought.

He has to be

around here somewhere...

...because I had my eye on him

the whole time.

- You fell asleep.

- I didn't.

I swear. I...

Look, here's what happened. I was...

You were asleep. I was wide awake.

And he was asleep.

And I was awake and watching him.

And, well, I think

he released this gas.

And...

...he must've had it in his shoes...

Candice.

Okay, I'm not sure about the gas,

but what happened was...

All right, I fell asleep.

I'm sorry. I messed up.

You hate me, right?

Just sit here, understand?

And don't open the door.

Not to anybody. Okay?

- Where's Don?

- He had to leave in a hurry.

Something's not kosher.

Somebody tell me what's going on.

Something's wrong.

I can smell it like a dog.

You are what you eat.

- What's this?

- I was making a sweater.

What have you done with Donald?

Sh*t.

No! Not now!

Don't chicken out! Stay!

Goddamn it!

Your gun jammed, Mr. Honky Mo'Fo?

Sh*t!

My God, that's sick.

What kind of man

gives cigarettes to trees?

Come on out and fight!

I don't want to have to kill you!

You don't want to...

You're not gonna kill me the slow way

by leaving cigarettes in trees.

You want to try and kill me?

Well, Mr. Honky Mo'Fo,

take your best shot!

Sh*t, the same arm!

It's too cold. My arm's frozen.

That's why I'm not bleeding.

Men, I have to ask you to do something

I haven't fully trained you for.

I have to ask you to kill.

Don't be intimidated, men.

I'm merely speaking of some

simple, scum-sucking vermin.

It's not the starving city

vermin we've been hoping for...

...but these days you have to take

what you can get.

Sorry, Wes.

Go ahead.

You will be up against

a professional killer.

Now this is us!

The vermin could be on this road...

...or he could be in the luxury

survival residence of our own Donald.

We're going to be here!

And we're going to be here!

And the command post here!

The special squad

will surround the post.

Those with weapons

that fire full auto...

Excuse me, are you saying...

...you want us to shoot a real person?

That's what you're trained for here.

This cost extra?

You shot my gun, goddamn it!

You're not supposed to shoot

a person's gun!

That pisses me off!

You know how much one of these costs?

You think you got me?

This one has your name and address!

Jack?

Yeah?

Time out, okay?

What?

Time out.

You won't believe this...

...but I brought the wrong bullets.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

This morning I was in a hurry

to get out...

...and I brought the wrong ammo.

Silly me. It's a mistake

anybody could make!

What do you want me to do?

Make a few snowballs...

...while you get bullets

to shoot at me?

Would you mind?

I'll be right back!

Lt'll just take a minute!

Yeah, you go right ahead!

I knew you were church people.

Liar!

Mush!

Sh*t!

Men...

...follow me.

Donald!

You idiot, you'll get us all killed!

Where the hell are you?

No, wait! Whoa!

Why are you here?

You're alive! Where's Jack?

Unfortunately, he's alive too.

Now get on! Move it!

I emptied the clip!

I put more bullets in.

.38 caliber don't fit. 45 caliber!

That's why I'm here. Ammunition. Help!

You made me slap my hand!

Why am I wearing all this?

Strip down for efficiency!

He ruined my gun. $1000!

- These?

- I need. 45s.

Those are long and thin!

I need. 45, short and fat.

Short and fat.

You checked in.

Bless you for staying with me.

You're not going any place.

I'm standing here, and you

and your bullets won't get by.

We're staying alive.

Candice, quit helping.

Listen, I didn't ask you

to come up here and save me.

I came up here to save myself.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Well, I guess it's like what Wes says:

"When it comes down to it,

it's every man for himself.

And no man is an island.

And some men are peninsulas. "

- What?

- I don't want you to die.

Don't kiss my ass now.

- You're my friend!

- Too late for that.

Jack, let's talk!

Not interested.

Somebody's trying to kill me.

I would get away from the window.

Can't anyone look

without breaking a window?

I didn't even have this house

paid for.

White platoon, get across the front

and lay down perimeter fire.

I can't go into battle wearing this.

How will I draw? Or reload?

Or move with cat-like swiftness?

Just guard the briefcase.

It holds the future.

Throw out your weapons!

How do you feel now,

Mr. Bigshot-gun-for-hire?

Those are my people!

One of you fire a warning shot.

My friends are trigger-happy.

Go say we're coming out.

"We"? I ain't going out.

I can't face them

if he's in here still alive.

You think I'll let you shoot me

so you'll look good?

- You crazy.

- Chicken.

Stop bickering and think!

I will count to five, at which time,

if you have not surrendered...

...I'll give the command to open fire.

- He tried to kill me.

- Who shot first?

I didn't put a hole in your jacket.

- Look!

- One.

Who tried to make a deal? Me!

Then who shoots up the trees?

Yeah, you!

- I was nervous.

- Two.

- What about me?

- You're so cool you piss ice cubes.

Check weapons.

It's hereditary in my family.

Nerves, colitis...

Must be horrible having colitis.

- They must hear you coming.

- Three.

These are wonderful. You'll love it.

Rolaids!

- Hurry up, I need one.

- Oh, God.

Want a Rolaid?

I got some Valium if you want.

Take aim.

It's okay. You can all go home.

Thanks for coming. We don't need you.

Send out the vermin!

- This can be settled peacefully.

- No, it can't.

Send him out or we open fire.

What's the matter with you?

Suddenly everybody wants

to shoot everybody!

You've been around here too long.

You're waiting... no, hoping...

for this country to fall apart.

You got paper targets

that look like real people...

...so you can kill

with no more thought...

...than putting a hole

in a piece of paper.

Are you guys insane?

Just knock each other off right now.

You can start with me

if that's what we're coming to.

If you're the future,

I don't want to see it!

This could be a trick.

"As our beloved General Douglas

MacArthur once said:

The soldier, above all other people...

...prays for peace.

For he must suffer and bear...

...the deepest wounds

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