Cell Page #2

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All of this

will be underwater.

You'll be forced

into the terminal

or back out in the streets.

And if Boston is still

burning or if what he's

saying is true...

Man:
Don't listen to him.

We're not gonna be down

here that long.

- Do you want to stay here

or do you want to go?

- It's gonna blow over.

- These things always do.

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Can I come with you?

- I'm not gonna stop you.

- Yo, awesome. Deuces, man.

- You don't even know him.

- Adios.

Teenager:

You think this is happening

everywhere or just here?

Driver:

We'll know

in a little while.

We lose power,

means it's happening

everywhere.

Nobody's manning

the power stations.

Probably running

for their lives like us.

Wonder how many folks

were on those things

when it happened.

A lot.

Too many.

Like everybody.

And those that didn't

get it the first time

got zapped

when they tried to call

911 or their families.

Hmm.

I'm Tom McCourt,

by the way.

Clay Riddell.

Good to know you.

Mike Mattick.

They call me

DJ Liquid.

- Keep moving.

- Tom:
DJ.

I got to get to Kent Pond.

My family is up there.

I've got a wife and son.

You know, in New Hampshire.

Kent Pond?

You got anybody

you need to check on?

- I got my boo.

- Did you say "my boo"?

- Yeah, what you got, huh?

- Come on, come on.

My man, he done left me,

so I ain't got nobody.

I live alone.

( phone chimes )

Yo, I got service.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Put that thing down.

Are they normal?

- They look normal to you?

- I don't know.

You want

to take that chance?

What's abnormal?

( snarling )

- ( groans )

- ( screams ) Sh*t!

Sh*t! Come on!

Come on!

( snarling )

Come on! Run!

( grunts )

Come on, man.

Come on.

( alarm blaring )

( growling )

Come on!

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Come on. Come on.

( growling )

The Dumpster.

The Dumpster.

I got it.

I got it.

( shouting )

Go. Go.

( alarms ringing )

Hold it.

Clay:

I know her.

- Okay, what floor?

- Two.

Okay, go. Go.

- ( dog barking )

- Sh*t, hurry up!

Hurry up.

Yeah, dead.

( cat meows )

Think it's safe to text?

I'm out of juice.

I've got to text my family,

see if they're okay.

Can I borrow

your phone, please?

( beeps )

( chimes )

It's all jumbled up.

Scrambled.

Why don't you stick

my phone in the freezer?

It makes the battery

last longer.

Probably need it

to check the signal.

If we don't make any calls,

it should last for a few days.

You draw all these?

- ( water running )

- Yeah.

My graphic novel.

Tom:

I was thinking about

that poor kid

down in the tunnel.

DJ...

Liquid?

God damn.

You know,

if we're going to survive

this, whatever it is,

people are gonna

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