Day Of The Dead Page #2

Really? You can tell?

Yeah, seven months ago.

I was studying

radar and countermeasures.

My first time being called out.

Kind of wish it was something

a little more exciting.

Be careful what you wish for.

I've seen exciting.

You don't have to worry.

Nothing really happens

in this town anyway.

Yeah, it seems

like a real sh*t hole.

Where are we going anyway?

My house.

Oh, so you're from here?

Born and raised.

Well, it's kind of

a charming sh*t hole.

All right, I'll be back.

Listen,

Crain sounds so formal.

What do your friends

call you?

Um, my friends call me Bud.

Bud. Okay.

Well, when we're not around the others,

you can call me Sarah.

Whoo.

Nothing on TV?

Sarah?

Haven't you heard of knocking?

Uh, this is

my house, too.

You want privacy,

find a new place.

What's going on, Nina?

Nothing, really.

Your father still

teaching Sunday school?

This is so not cool.

You know what, you missed

a button right there.

What the hell are

you doing here?

Enforcing the quarantine.

What's up with not

returning my calls?

What quarantine?

What calls?

You're kidding me.

I called your cell phone,

like, five or six times.

You know what?

Where's Mom?

In bed, I guess.

You guess.

I just got home.

She wasn't feeling well

this morning.

And you didn't

check on her?

I check on her every day.

That's a lot more

than some people.

Get over it, Trevor.

Hey, Mom.

Sarah, honey.

I didn't know you were coming.

I guess you were too busy to call.

How are you feeling, Mom?

I'm okay.

No, you're not.

You're burning up.

Please, you have more

important things to do

than worry about me.

What are you doing here?

I'm taking you

to the hospital.

Don't be silly.

It's just a cold.

I took some vitamins.

Mom, I'm taking you

to the hospital, okay?

Let's get you dressed.

My dad's left a dozen messages.

They're at the hospital.

How long has Mom been sick?

Since this morning.

It's a cold.

Everyone's got it.

And when did you start caring?

Don't start with me.

Kyle had it really bad.

His nose

was gushing blood.

Where is he now?

Home. He found his dad's

supply of medical hash.

I'm gonna run over there

and check on him.

Wait, wait.

Wait, you can't even

go upstairs

to check on your own mother,

and now you want to go

all the way across town?

No. You're gonna

go upstairs,

make sure

Mom gets dressed,

and don't leave

until I get back.

Do you think

you can handle that?

I'll go check on Kyle.

Aye-aye, Admiral B*tch.

Everything okay?

No, it's not.

Kyle.

Anybody here?

Oh, sh*t.

Don't worry. It's not loaded.

Oh, my God.

What the hell happened here?

Aah! F***!

F***! Uhh! Oh!

What's there?

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