Edges of Darkness Page #2

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Nothing's beyond my mental grasp.

Heidi:

Just one thing.

What is it?

You're bald!

( laughing )

- What?

- You're bald! You're bald.

You're bald!

You're bald!

- ( laughing )

- Dana.

This movie's awesome.

( electricity powers down )

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on, please!

Dana:
We've got plenty of kerosene

here for everything.

It'll be kind of romantic,

don't you think?

Romantic?

If you could block out

the moans of the living dead

just outside,

bumping into the walls

at all hours

knowing that at any second

that rotten death can come

crashing through the door,

the moonlight on their

decrepit bodies,

blood the color of molasses

in the blue light,

their foul stench that creeps

into your nose

and onto your taste buds,

hideous claws ripping

the flesh from your ribs,

and you can't wake up

from the nightmare--

Thanks, Dean. I wasn't planning on

going to sleep again tonight anyway.

- God, jerk.

- The mail--

Iet's see what's in there.

Let's see.

Junk junk.

Ooh, coupons,

I guess and bills, a bill.

Small package from

"Takoru Technologies

Worldwide."

- Bill, check--

- Takoru Tech?

That's my new processor.

It is.

What the hell?

You've had it this whole time?

Well, what do you think, Dean?

Bills and junk mail aren't the most

important thing on my mind these days.

Yeah, but you knew I was waiting

for this, Dana.

Not really. Anyway,

it was sitting right here, Dean.

Maybe if you didn't spend so much

time on that stupid computer of yours,

you'd be a little more aware

of your surroundings.

- It's a hobby, that's all.

- No, it's not. It's more than that.

I can't compete.

Sometimes I wanna take that thing

and throw it out

into the pouring rain.

- Throw yourself in the rain.

- Dean.

Okay, I was kidding.

I only meant that you should

cool off. Don't get all huffy.

Well, it's too late for that.

All right, I'm sorry.

It's just that I've really

been waiting for this.

I'm sorry, really.

Yeah, you're sorry.

Take a look outside, Dean.

There are walking

dead people everywhere,

slowly closing in.

Oh, hey, wait.

Let me go outside

and check the mail for Dean.

In case you didn't know,

the mailman's dead.

Yeah, everyone's dead.

Bring your lamp.

I gotta get this thing in there.

- Why?

- Come on, you can help.

No power and it still has him.

- ( knock on door )

- Man:
Open the f***ing door.

Hurry up now.

Stanley.

- ( woman grunting )

- Lie down.

Who's your man?

- Where'd you find it?

- Frankie's.

Get your ass down!

Frankie's.

Looked like he was squirreling away

for a long winter.

- Where's Frankie?

- F***ing zombies must have got him.

I don't know.

I couldn't find him.

Can I unwrap it now?

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