Wyvern Page #4

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When it got tired of the men

and women and children,

then it went on a feeding frenzy

so fierce that it...

accidentally bit Odin,

the ruler of Valhalla.

Odin didn't take kindly to that.

Banished the wyvern

to the frozen tundra,

where it would spend eternity...

locked in the icecaps.

I guess... now that the icecaps

are melting...

... the wyvern's been released

to wreak its havoc on the world.

- You know what?

We've got a real problem

and Hass is telling

mythological allegories

like "you bit off more

than you can chew."

- Look, an allegory

did not bite off Doc's arm!

I don't know

what an allegory looks like,

but that damn thing out there

is a wyvern!

- How do you know all this?

- My father...

was from Norway.

When we'd fish,

we'd hear...

the echoed roars of...

ice breaking off the glaciers

and falling into the sea.

He'd always say...

it was the wyvern waking up.

Never meant too much to me

until that thing tried

to take my head off.

- I believe you, Hass.

- I do too.

- Look, tell me,

is there anything in this legend

that tells us how to stop it?

- When the Vikings would set off

into the North Sea...

... they'd have

virgin sacrifices.

Any volunteers?

Farley?

- Um, we can't do that,

but we gotta get

the state troopers in here,

or Chief Dawson.

Where is he?

Where's Chief Dawson?

- I tried him on his CB,

but there's... there's nothing.

There's nothing!

- I think the chief went over

to Thomas's.

- Right. Okay, where's Thomas's?

- I know where it is.

I-I-I'll go with you.

- Well, you're gonna

get yourselves eaten.

- If we sit here and do nothing,

doesn't seem

like we'll fare much better.

Hampton, Hass, you stay here--

- Can I go? I know a shortcut.

- Keep trying that CB.

Someone's gotta be out there!

- I can drive.

- Be careful.

(siren wailing)

- Barnes? Come in, Barnes!

Come in, Susie!

Come in, Barnes!

Susie!

Dammit, girl, answer your radio!

- I can't believe

so many are gone.

Susie and David--

- We just gotta stay calm.

- But what do we do, Jake?

- What do you mean?

- We must've done

something wrong

in order to bring

this thing here.

- Being a trucker my whole life,

I've seen a lot of wisdom

on the road

and some of it might apply

right here.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Stuff happens.

- You should've got out

of this town when you could've.

- Yeah...

Maybe I didn't want to.

- Yeah? What about now?

- Still don't.

- Well, then you're just

as crazy as the rest of us.

- Well, then I fit right in.

We're gonna beat this, Claire.

We'll beat it.

- Okay.

(snarling)

What are you doing?

- It landed right over there.

- Yeah!

- I'm gonna get a closer look.

- You're gonna what?!

- It knows where we live,

I wanna know where it lives.

Level the playing field.

- Heck,

if they don't wanna listen,

they can all go to hell.

I'll go to the authorities

on my own.

It's the Krems.

Hello?!

Anyone alive?!

Hello! Anyone alive?!

Hello?! Anyone alive?!

(mumbling)

Thing ain't lettin' us leave.

- Is there anyone out there?

Please, this is Vinyl Hampton

down in Beaver Mills.

We've got a problem.

People are dead.

This is an SOS.

Is anyone out there?

- We have to keep

our wits about us.

- This can't be happening.

(feedback)

- It's the chief!

Everyone, it's the chief!

He's here!

- Anyone on this frequency,

can you... can you hear me?

- Chief, in here!

Chief!

- It's coming back!

Chief!

- Take cover!

Run!

(all):
Run!!

- Run!!

Run!

- Chief, hurry!

- Run!

- Run!!!

- Oh...

- Edna, come on.

- Okay, so now what?

- I think

it landed over there.

Now, I'm gonna go get a look

if I can.

Stay in the car...

... and use this if so much

as a hummingbird scoots by,

okay?

- Okay.

Ah...

- Okay?

- Just hurry back quick.

Okay?

- Two seconds.

(gasping)

(growling)

(panting)

- Jake...

(growling)

Jake!!!

(snarling)

(suspenseful music)

(groaning)

(panting)

Jake! Jake...

- Oh...

That was close, huh?

You okay?

- Yeah.

(honking)

It's the colonel.

- Hey...

How'd you know we were here?

- Didn't.

Thing's nesting, ain't it?

- Yeah, it's nesting.

- It's gonna keep killing us.

We have to get everyone out--

- I've tried that.

It ain't lettin' anyone leave.

- What?

- There's a pile

of cars and corpses

on the interstate

as far as the eye can see.

We're this thing's food supply.

It's corralling us like animals.

We're gonna have

to fight this thing!

- No, we're gonna

have to kill it.

- Finally,

somebody talkin' my lingo.

Need a lift I take it. Let's go.

- This is Jake Suttner.

Come in.

Come in, Beaver Mills.

This is Jake Suttner. Come in.

(static)

... Suttner...

- I think I hear voices.

- What else is new?

- No, dummy!

I hear a voice

coming from that there CB.

- Come back. Anyone?

- CB's working.

- This is Jake Suttner.

Come back.

- Hello? It's Hampton.

We read. We read you.

- Hampton,

are you all okay?

- No, uh...

we're as okay as can be.

- We haven't made it

to the mink farm yet,

but we're with the colonel,

we're on our way now.

Have you heard from the chief?

Did you read that?

- He's gone, Jake.

- Jake,

we've got to get outta here.

One big exodus.

- No, listen,

do not do that.

You all strap in

right where you are

and stay there.

Do not move.

We are coming back to you.

Repeat:

we are coming back to you.

Listen, Hampton,

check and see if there are

any other survivors.

- Copy that, Jake.

Hurry.

Out.

- Yeah, out.

(suspenseful music)

Did you get anybody

on the radio?

- No, I picked you up

when you got close.

Long distance? Nothing.

That thing took my antenna out.

- Yeah, I know. It's... making

a nest out of all that stuff.

- You saw its nest?!

- Wouldn't be surprised.

- Look, the most important thing

right now

is that we find a way

to communicate with the outside.

I dunno, ham radio, something.

What do you got, Hampton?

- Mine's out.

I need to jerry-rig an antenna.

- You mean like an "antenna

on the roof" antenna?

- Yeah. But not this one.

Old Tattoo's

got the most powerful one

other than mine.

- Old Tattoo...

- We'll be exposed.

- Yeah.

Great. Um...

Okay, I'll go.

- I'm going too.

- No, you stay.

Um, I gotta move quick.

No offense, but... you know.

- Don't look at me.

I ain't offended.

I know how slow I am.

- Okay. Colonel, may I?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- We need more arms and ammo.

- Chief's got lots of good goods

in the back of his truck

out there.

- Truck's about 100 feet away.

- Okay, great.

Know how to use this?

- Of course. This is Alaska.

- All right, let's go.

- That's not gonna buy us much.

- Buys us something.

- Sorry!

I couldn't just sit back!

Especially when I saw

all that ammo come out.

- Here...

take this.

- That's bear insurance.

- Wyvern insurance.

- Ha-ha!

- Let's go.

- I know the wiring. I'll go.

- No, no, no, no. I'll go.

It's not a male-female thing.

Okay? I just...

I gotta go do this.

- Okay. Drop it down.

- All right.

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