Dead Meat Page #2
Desmond!
Des! What the hell
are you doing?
Desmond! Are you crazy?
Come here! Des!
What?
What do you think you're doing?
They don't care.
I'm not going that way.
You must be crazy.
You're gonna have to...
because we've got to get
to my house now.
One mile that way. That's it.
What about if we go over
that hill there?
And walk through
a dark forest like that?
No way. One mile straight
on there to my house.
10 seconds to get by
these f***ers here. Grand.
Come on.
No place like home, huh?
No place like home.
So, this is your place?
Yeah.
Hold on there.
Die, b*tch.
I'm not gonna hurt you!
Wait.
You're ok. Don't worry.
You're ok.
Oh, God.
I think we scared
the shite out of her.
Look at her.
What happened to you?
They hurt my dad real bad.
Oh, Jeez.
And...
Oh, you poor pet.
That's ok. Don't worry.
That's ok.
I didn't meant to.
I know that.
You're ok now. Come with us.
Desmond?
What?
Oh, there's a Jeep over there.
We can get a lift.
Hello?
Get back! Leave off!
Are you going to next town?
F***ing back!
What do you want?
- Desmond!
- What do you want?
Just a lift to the next town.
What are you doing?
Why should I give you a lift?
Well, because I want to
get out of here...
and you have a car and I don't.
And so I should just give you
a f***ing lift, is that it?
We all have to f***ing
get out of here.
Doesn't mean
I'm f***ing taking you.
Well, you have to help us.
I don't have to do
anything of the sort.
Now, f*** off!
Hiya.
Hello.
How you doing?
I've been better,
to be honest now.
Seen better days.
Did you see her?
She's covered in f***ing blood.
Well, of course,
because she's been fighting.
Because these things
are following us.
- Were you bitten?
- No, I wasn't.
- Were you bitten?
- No.
Where are you coming out of?
Over a field, 21/2 miles.
Going back to my house.
Listen, I know yourself.
I was thinking the same
this morning.
Trust no one.
You're gonna have to.
I don't know who's alive.
I don't know who's dead.
You're the first half-normal
person we've come across.
That's the Moriarty house...
and you're saying
it's your house?
Yeah.
Pat Moriarty's son?
That's right.
Yeah, I know you.
You're his son Desi.
Who are you?
I'm Cathal Cheunt.
You're the... you're the coach?
That's right.
You would've coached me
about 6 years ago.
Ah, yes, for about 2 weeks.
Yeah, you were shy.
That's right.
How are you doing? Are you well?
I'm hanging in there.
After the morning I've had,
I'm hanging in there.
And I know it. I know it. Huh?
Will you give us a lift now?
of trouble with the van.
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