Voices from the Graves Page #4

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save Jesus.

- Save Jesus.

- Flies?

- The mine.

There were flies at the mine.

- You do not follow this rule.

If you do not fear the

name of Lord, our God.

- What is that smell?

Oh, God, it's awful.

- The smell makes you crazy.

- It will overwhelm you

and your children

For the indescribable plagues.

- Don't breath... don't breath...

it makes you crazy!

- Hey, hey, calm down.

Calm down...

calm down.

The savior got to you.

- Yeah.

Demons the savior?

- Yeah, she's right,

don't get near that smell.

- What are you talking about?

- We have to go...

come on.

- Not without Megan, we don't.

- Cover your mouth.

- Abby?

- Meg.

- The savior is gone.

Gone?

- Gone, yeah.

- Can we get outta here?

- It's getting strong,

too strong.

Comin' to feed.

I'm telling ya, it'll happen.

- The Lord will strike you

with wasting disease.

- And then.

- Fever and inflammation.

- How you doing?

- Good.

You're from the diner.

- Yeah, I'm Becka.

- What was that thing?

- It's a demon.

- It got in my head.

- Yeah, yeah, you

were possessed.

- He will bring scorching

heat and drought!

Please, please, please Lord

spare us the scorch!

- Amen.

- He needs us to kill

so it can feed.

Gives off something

a-an odor or smell.

I don't know.

- Where's Becka?

- If you breath it in,

it makes you kill.

- What's it feed on?

- Souls.

- Souls.

- Yeah.

The moment of death.

- It feeds on the

victim's souls?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you've seen it.

Right?

- They're gone.

- So you guys are sacrificing

tourists to that thing?

- No, it's them.

They think unities luck

will go bad, if they don't.

- How bad can it be?

- You've seen them.

The townspeople,

they're crazed.

That thing is no savior.

It's straight from hell.

The community's desperate.

As long as the savior's

in charge...

- They'll do anything.

- Huh... yeah.

Yeah, anything.

- Abby.

- What, what?

- Don't wait...

I'm holding you down.

- No, you're not...

just keep going.

- I need a minute.

- No, we have to go.

Let's go...

it's getting stronger.

We can't let it feed, come on!

- Just give us a minute.

- Come on!

- Becka, she lost her way.

- You're insane.

- No, we are God's will.

- Wait a minute...

she's still alive.

Let's go.

- Abby.

- Run.

R-r-run!

- Come on.

- Luke, Luke, answer me.

You hear me?

Luke... Luke.

They are coming.

We are coming.

- Where are we?

We're just going

around in circles.

- You hear that?

- It's gone.

It's gone.

- I'm so sorry I made

us come here.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

- None of that matters, okay?

What matters is getting

out of here alive, okay?

Remember?

- Yeah.

I'm so sorry, okay?

Why isn't he just

waiting out there?

- I think he needs us...

he can't kill on its own.

- You sure?

- No, I'm not sure

about anything.

Meg, look.

- Oh, no, not here...

not again.

Think we can make it?

- We've got to chance it.

- Hold on...

hold on, Meg.

- Do not deny the savior!

- It's them...

it's all of them.

- Train wreck.

Back off.

You hear me...

stay the hell away.

- They're everywhere.

- Get away from us.

- Weep and moan you

evil Sheppard's.

Roll in the dust you

leaders of the flock.

- Back off!

- The time of your

spawn has arrived!

- The savior.

- They're turning...

we gotta get outta here.

- I think they're dead.

- Good... let's get outta here.

- Okay.

- Come on.

Before you know it that thing.

- What was that...

where is it?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Demon!

I will stuff you out.

You did this.

- We're not running anymore.

- The savior is gone.

- We can do this.

- Unity is lost.

I will cover the mountains

with your flesh.

Fill the valleys

with your carcass.

We will bring vengeance

on his enemies.

You have no place to escape.

- Abby!

- Oh, God...

oh, Lord.

Do I not love thee?

Do I not hate

those who hate you?

Oh, Lord.

- It's over.

- Yeah.

You okay.

- Yeah.

You?

- Never better.

- Where's the savior.

- He's dead, right?

- I hope so.

I'm proud of you.

- Ah, don't get all

mushy on me, it's gross.

- I mean it.

You're gonna be fine.

- I'm coming to new

York with you.

- You are?

- Yeah.

Someone needs to

take care of you.

- Can we get outta here?

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Please, turn that off.

You said, when

I could kick your ass.

- Okay.

No one's gonna believe us.

- Yeah, who would have thought,

Megan and Abby Graves,

"monster hunters."

- We have risen.

For we have made it.

Save Jesus.

Save Jesus.

Save Jesus.

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