Tomorrow, When the War Began Page #4

I saw you carrying Lee in here.

- You carried him?

- Yeah, I had to.

If his leg starts to hurt,

you gotta give him another shot.

Wait, you're not staying with us?

Look, I took a hell of a risk

coming down here for Lee, alright?

I've done enough.

I've gotta go.

Wait, dr Clement. Are there

any others out there? Like us?

Oh, yeah. I've seen few people

try to do some things.

Try to be heroes.

Apparently one group even

tried to blow up Heron bridge.

To stop all those bloody convoys

coming up from Cobbler's Bay.

They all paid the price.

Are you okay?

- I think we should get a vehicle.

- We always had two.

First one you dump somewhere.

Second one is a getaway car.

- So, you had practice at this?

- Great. I'll just go get mom's car,

park it at the front and ask soldiers

to look the other way, shall I?

Sorry. I'm just... tired.

How about if we get

something silent?

- Golf carts, shopping trollies...

- Prams, pushers...

- Wheelchairs? - Yeah, could you

ride in a wheelchair?

- I could, but the more I move

the more it hurts. - Wait...

What if we're going about this

the wrong way?

What do you mean?

We're thinking of quiet

sneaky little things, right?

What if we went

to the other extreme?

Rock up in something so indestructible

that it wouldn't matter who saw us.

Such as?

Sh*t!

Let's go!

- Are you alright?

- Hang on. -What?

- I can't climb up there.

- Get in the bucket.

- In this?

- Yeah.

I thought you said

you could drive this thing.

I said I can drive a tractor.

Get in.

Oh sh*t.

Drive, Ellie. Drive!

- Take this, shoot back at them!

- No, I won't do it.

- This is no time to get religious.

- I said no!

You're bleeding!

Go!

- I hope Homer's got a getaway car.

- I hope he remembers where to meet us.

- Even Homer knows how to

find a bloody church. - Ellie!

Start praying again.

Lord, forgive us our sins...

Hold on!

I think we lost one of them.

We lost a tire!

- You're driving in circles!

- I'm doing the best I can!

- You are dangerous. - That's what

my driving instructor said.

He's still chasing us!

- How do you dump the rubbish?

- That switch, I think.

- Who is dangerous now?

- Do you think any of them got hurt?

Don't worry.

God will understand.

Where's Homer?

He's supposed to be here.

Where is he?

Maybe he got caught.

We have to keep going,

get out of town.

No. Ellie, we've got

to wait for Homer.

How long do you think it's gonna be

before they send another vehicle?

Or even a helicopter?

We have to leave now!

Sorry I'm late. I forgot

where the bloody church was.

- Why are we stopping?

- I have to rest.

- Move over, I'll drive.

- No, dad said only I...

Just don't, okay?

This is Chris Lang's house.

- Oh, that guy is such a weirdo.

- He's a genius, Kevin.

- He's a bloody stoner.

- Stoners are people too.

I don't really care as long as

there's a soft bed in there.

- And maybe a toothbrush.

- I've got a spare toothbrush.

Chris says his father was born on

the corner of Straight and Narrow.

And that he was born

in the other end of town.

The day before it all began,

mom and dad left for Saudi Arabia.

So, here I am. Alone.

And the power

goes off at like nine...

... or ten. Nine.

Yeah, nine.

So I think, okay.

I better ring up and

find out what's going on.

I'm an idiot.

The phones are down too.

So, I'm so bent by this point.

Like, I'm really stoned. I'm baked.

Anyway, I walk down to the car...

... and dad, get this right,

dad has locked the car

and taken the keys with him.

I think he's such a wanker

for doing that.

You know, like he didn't even

trust me with a car for one week.

So now, I have to walk

to the Ramseys' place.

And it is far. Like,

take what you think is far,

time it by like 10, say.

And that's how far it was.

And when I get there...

... nobody is at home.

And it's like... oh, great!

Because the next place

is even further.

Anyway, I walk around the corner.

And I can see the Ramseys

in their truck.

They'd hit a tree.

But that's not

what has killed them.

They've been shot.

They've been shot?!

Like no one gets shot.

And I mean, heaps of times.

Mr Ramsey, Mrs Ramsey,

even baby Jessica's been shot.

So, I think to myself...

Either I've been smoking

some really weird sh*t,

or this isn't your

typical day in Wirrawee.

Anyway, I've just been

by myself ever since, really.

Just chilling out.

It's been nice.

Nice.

How funny are dogs?

How does it feel to get shot?

I didn't even feel it at first.

But by the time I got back

to the restaurant, it felt

like my whole leg was on fire.

Like somebody was pulling

a barbed wire throught it.

They wrecked your restaurant?

Yeah.

I used to hate that place.

Working there, being there.

Just living there.

I felt like I was

in prison or something.

But you know, I helped

make that place what it was.

So when someone smashes a window,

they are smashing glass that

I hand-polished a thousand times.

Or they are tearing curtains

that my mom and I hand-stitched.

You get a certain type

of attachment to the place.

It's weird. Takes on

its own kind of beauty.

You know, I always used to

look forward to geography.

- I should go back and

check on Chris. - Chris?

Yeah, I left him on watch.

Sorry.

Chris.

Chris? Hey!

Get up. Get up!

- Are you awake now, you little sh*t?

- Geez Ellie, take it easy.

- Take it easy? - Yeah, I just

shut my eyes for a second.

Don't you understand how it's all

changed, Chris? Don't you get it?

- Yeah, I do. I do get it.

- If we take it easy any more...

We might aswell shoot each other

now and get it over with.

Okay I get it. I do.

I'm sorry.

I'm really really sorry.

Must be that time of the month.

- Shoot me. - What are you doing?

- Go on Chris, shoot me!

- I don't wanna shoot you.

- You can't kill me while I'm awake?

- Geez Ellie, it was an accident.

I'm sorry. - Bullshit you're sorry!

People are dying out there, Chris.

Families have been split apart.

We've seen homes

blown to pieces.

Yet you're up here

having a f***in vacation.

So, go on. Don't wait

for me to fall asleep.

Buck up, be a man, look me

in the eye and pull the trigger.

- Ellie, please... -No?

- What are you doing?

Do you know what penalty is

for falling asleep at your post?

- Do you know what they

used to do? - No, Ellie...

Ellie!

Put the gun down, please.

I said I'm sorry. Please!

He risked all our lives.

Ellie.

It's Chris.

It's just Chris.

How long have I been asleep?

About 16 hours.

How's Chris?

Still pretty shaken.

You gave him a hell of a fright,

you know.

I'll apologize when he wakes up.

I promise.

Actually, he wants

to apologize to you.

You were right, El.

You went a little overboard

about it, but you were right.

You're a good mate, Corrie.

And you're a bloody nutcase.

- Good book?

- Better than the movie.

Yeah, books usually are.

The general repeated his claim

that the Coalition nations

can no longer support

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