Beyond Skyline Page #2

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I can't explain it. There was a

light shot out of a cannon.

A cannon?

It took everyone. Trent! Come

on, son. Breathe.

- I need to see his eyes.

- Trent? Come on, son. Breathe.

- Come on, good boy, breathe.

- Okay. He's lucid. Get him up.

- All right. On three.

- It's okay. Come on.

One, two, three.

We can't go back to the train.

We gotta get to the station

house. Get up, there.

- You got him?

- Come on. I got him.

Shh!

Whoa, whoa!

Garcia?

Son of a b*tch!

So, I come outta the crapper and

the whole station's cleared out.

Okay, not just empty, more like

everyone just vanished.

And this blue light came in the

street. That's when we saw it.

Oh my God, this is really

happening.

Full scale. Christ.

Give me that gun.

You got clips?

Yeah.

All right. We keep movin'.

Let's go.

No, you're not hearin' me,

brother.

There's nowhere else to go.

We move or we die. Let's go.

Now.

Tracks only go as far

as Koreatown!

You wanna stay here, fine.

We move.

Guys, can you put your d*cks

away?

They're building a new extension

on this line.

Tunnel goes all the way

to the west side.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

It's safe?

I don't know, but I think it's

worth a shot.

All right. We make our way to

the water, we find the military.

Find the Marines, somethin'.

We just keep movin'. Let's go.

- Guess we're movin'.

- Let's do it.

C'mon. Everybody stay close.

Hey, you need help, old man?

Give me your hand.

I'm... I'm Sarge.

Nice to meet you, Sarge.

I'm Trent. Come on.

F***in' aliens, man.

Are we almost there?

Been walkin' all night.

Hold on. We're at a service

shack.

You're gonna step up... there's

a step here, all right.

- I'm going to go in front of you.

- Watch it.

You got it. Ooh! That's it.

- You see this?

- Yeah.

- Here we go.

- Check it out.

What do you see up there, man?

Check that radio.

Ten-nine-nine. This is L.A.P.D.

Aw, sh*t.

Ten-nine-nine. This is L.A.P.D.,

acknowledge.

Ten-nine-nine. This is L.A.P.D.,

acknowledge.

Planes! They're ours.

They're ours.

MAN (OVER RADIO):

Acknowledging.

Requesting extraction. Three

officers, four civilians.

MAN (OVER RADIO):

Negative extraction.

Proceed to marina, Basin H.

- Where's that? Where's the basin?

- Come again on that.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Clear the city

as fast as you can!

They're goin' after that ship.

Move! Move down!

Go. Go! Move!

Go, go, go, move!

Move out of the way!

Move, move! Run, run!

I got you! Agh!

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Sarge? You all right?

Sh*t.

Everybody okay? Jones?

Yeah.

Sh*t. They're dead.

They f***in' nuked L.A.

Blast like that got to be

tactical.

Short range, low yield.

You can tell that just

from listenin'?

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