Wilderness Page #4

-What are you like, Lewis?

He's being a nice guy.

You wouldn't know about that.

- Slap herfor me, Lewis.

-You're a twat.

Hey, watch yourself.

- What did you do to that boy?

- Nothing. He killed himself.

- Yeah, but why?

- I don't know.

Wait!

Wait!

Oi, wait!

Who is that guy?

Get down!

What?

He's in there. I saw him moving.

- Let's get out ofhere.

- No.

We've got the edge on him.

He doesn't know we're here.

- Louise.

- Louise.

Get some wood for a fire, keep herwarm.

Jesus Christ, Louise.

Let her down gently.

Louise, can you hear me?

You have to get off the island.

- No sh*t, Sherlock.

- Shut up, Steve.

Get the boat. It's not far.

Hang in there.

So we find this boat then, yeah?

-Well, where is it?

-We'll have to look for it, dummy.

- Don't call me a dummy.

- Then stop acting like one.

All you do is follow him around

like some lapdog.

- If you want a punch...

- Listen.

We gotta find ourway to the shore

and find that boat.

But what about Louise?

We find her

somewhere comfortable and dry.

We'll come back when we find a boat.

We're gonna have to split up

and look forthis boat.

That's gonna take f***ing forever.

You found something else to do?

Don't be a smartarse, slut.

Let's go.

Come on, Lew.

I'm not just cool, I'm lucky, too.

Nice.

This his boat?

Doubt it. Probably that tramp's.

Good enough for me.

- I'll call the others.

-What for?

-You ain't gonna tell 'em?

-What would I do that for?

There's not one here

I give a sh*t about. Help me shift it.

- But Jo...

- F*** Jo.

Sorry, I forgot. You already have.

- I don't want to leave her.

- Then stay here.

I don't give a sh*t what you do,

I'm going.

Oh, f*** it!

Come on.

Oi!

Oi!

No!

- Wait!

- F***!

-What? What is it?

- He's cut the fuel line.

He knows we're here.

Jesus.

F***! F***, the dogs!

Oh, f***.

The sea. Run into the sea.

- I can't swim.

-You can swim farther than a dog.

Come on, into the water.

Come on.

Steve! Dog! Dog!

-We can take it.

-You think?

Oh, f*** it! Run!

Get a f***ing grip, OK?

I wanna get off this island.

Do you understand?

OK.

Oh, f***, he's up there.

Lindsay, well done! You made it.

You left me, you f***in' bastards!

No, no, no.

No, we wouldn't have left you.

You must have got lost or something.

Listen! Throw some rocks at this dog,

will ya?

Lindsay!

You f***er! I'm gonna do foryou!

Those f***ing dogs.

We're trapped out here.

That dog's f***ed off.

You little bastard! Come here!

Jo, get a f***ing grip!

We can swim to a safer place

and we can get out.

I can't, I'm so f***ing...

- Thinking ofleaving us, eh?

- Steve.

Steve!

In here. In here.

Yeah, Lew.

- Let me in.

- Sorry, mate, not enough room.

Actually, come here.

Get off me. No!

Steve, the dog's coming.

Steve, let go!

You're doing well, Linds.

Callum, one's gone.

Callum!

Callum!

Come on, you f***in' b*tch!

Jesus. Where's she gone?

But Louise couldn't have walked away.

Get off me.

- Let go of me!

- Shut up!

You're gonna die.

Yeah, well,

you're coming with me, fucko.

- God, I'm hungry.

- Yeah.

I could eat

just about anything now.

Me too.

- Where you going?

-You said you were hungry.

- He could be out there.

- I know he's out there.

Jo.

Come here.

- Piss off.

-What's the matter?

You were going to leave me here.

No, we were going for help.

The boat wasn't big enough and...

Steve told me to.

Shh! I can hear something.

What?

What is it?

There's something there.

Something there in the tree.

Well, you said you were hungry.

What's wrong?

Louise.

Oh, sh*t. He cut its f***ing head off.

Maybe it's the best bit.

You're not serious?

You never heard of chow mein?

That's dog, that is.

Killer's lost it.

Maybe he's doing the right thing.

Going out into the woods

and getting yourthroat slit?

-Very smart.

- He's got some stones on him though.

Steve, have you got that lighter?

Yeah.

Can I use it?

Nah.

Steve, don't be a dick.

What?

Look, ljust want to get this fire

going. It is for all of us, yeah.

I want you to come and suck my cock,

but that ain't gonna happen either.

Why are you being like this?

Cos I can be. Why are you such a b*tch?

At least I ain't a coward.

I'm a what?

You're a f***ing coward.

And you know you are.

The only reason we're in this mess

is cos of you.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I'll give you coward.

Lewis, do something.

-What did you say?

- I said you're a f***ing coward!

- Stop him!

- Steve.

You p*ssy-whipped twat!

Don't you dare f***ing speak to me.

Steve, I said don't...

-We've got to work together.

-Why don't you try and stop me?

F***ing get off...

You are f***ing dead!

You are going to pray forthat crossbow

cos I'm going to do it slow.

I don't want to fight you, Steve.

Let it go, Steve! Let it go!

- Please!

- Get the f*** off me!

F*** off! Get off!

- Please.

-All right.

-All right, f***ing all right!

- No more fighting.

All right. F*** off.

Where'd Mandy go?

She's run away.

Because ofhim.

You should have gone, not her.

We don't need you here.

Lewis doesn't need you here.

You're... poison.

He's got me now.

He will do what I want.

He's mine.

- He's yours?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Well, you can f***ing have him.

- Lewis!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh, Steve, thank God.

Steve, cut me down, please.

- Please cut me down, Steve!

- Shh, shh.

Do you smell that?

I know, it's petrol. Please cut me down.

And this... That's nasty, innit?

I'm sorry... I'm sorry about Lewis...

Don't you ever say his name! Ever!

It's yourfault.

You killed him.

-You made it happen.

- I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

Please cut me down. Please.

Please.

Please!

Nah.

Help! Don't f***ing leave me here.

I don't wanna die like this,

you murdering bastard!

No, please, no! Come back!

What do you want?

You're gonna help me get out ofhere.

Not good enough.

I brought him foryou.

He was the one.

He was the real bastard.

We nevertouched him.

- He f***ing killed himself.

-You drove him to it.

No one helped him.

No one's gonna help you either.

I neverfucking touched him, right?

Remind me, what happened to my son?

He cut his wrists.

Slashed them open. Bled to death.

All right?

Yourturn.

I want you to feel what my son felt.

I want you to feel what my son felt!

You know your son was a p*ssy, don't ya?

That's why he killed himself.

No stones.

Well, that ain't me.

So go f*** yourself.

- Have you killed them all?

- Not yet.

Well, he was the worst.

Go down to the boat

and wait for me there.

All this

because your boy got bullied?

Do you know he was scared of you?

Ask Lindsay.

Your boy was frightened of you.

You're just anotherfucking father

with no idea about his kid.

Well, I ain't scared of you,

oryour pooches.

Go on, call your dogs,

cos you'll f***in' need 'em, mate.

You want a fairfight, do you?

You think what happened to my son

was fair?

I don't give a sh*t

what happened to your son.

I never knew him.

But I tell you one thing.

You're gonna kill me

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