Girl in Woods Page #3

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about them.

Luckily, you still have

the lighter.

I couldn't shoot sh*t

with that rifle, anyway, and

I'll find water. I will!

Really?

I don't f***ing need this!

Stupid c*nt.

Let me see.

Leave me alone.

Let me see.

That's bad.

God!

You need to set that finger.

F*** off!

What are you doing?

I'm wrapping my f***ing hand!

What does it look

like I'm doing?!

No, you need to clean it,

first.

If you don't,

it's gonna get infected.

Shut. Up.

Would you please

just listen to me?

What's the point?

We're all gonna die

out here, anyway.

We're not gonna die.

If she would just listen to me.

My god.

Do you ever shut up?!

You really should set that,

though, because, if you don't,

it's gonna hurt like a b*tch.

I don't know how.

Don't be such a f***ing baby.

If I know, then you know.

Just like in the movies, hon.

Just do it.

I can't.

Just do it, hon.

It's gonna hurt,

but it has to be done, okay?

Hey, baby.

Hey, granddad.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you.

How's your hand?

It hurts.

Come here, baby.

You remember

when you were little,

and we'd dance

in my living room?

It was my favorite thing to do.

Grandma used to watch

from the couch

and you would just laugh.

You would smile so much.

God, I missed those days.

Why do people have to die?

'Cause that's the way

we have to live.

I don't understand.

It's all part

of the same game.

Remember when dad died?

Yeah.

Why did he do it?

I don't know, hon.

I don't know.

But enough of that now.

I want my dance.

You know, you're gonna

have to talk to someone

about it someday.

If she ever gets

out of these woods.

You can't keep pretending

it didn't happen.

Why not?

I think you know.

Pretending it didn't happen

is not gonna make it go away.

It's not that easy.

No one said it's

supposed to be easy.

It's infected.

I can see that!

Just cut the f***er off

and forget about it.

Jesus.

I need to build a fire.

You do that and,

while you're at it,

can we order a pizza?

'Cause this starving sh*t's

for the birds.

If you weren't such a dumb c*nt,

you wouldn't have thrown

the gun away

and maybe we could kill

that thing that's after us

and have a good,

old-fashioned barbecue.

I got it wet.

Save it.

You don't need the fire.

It might have one more light.

Save it.

Gracie...

Gracie...

Gracie.

Grace.

Momma.

Come see momma.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to see this again.

But, Gracie,

we always had so much fun.

Momma, why?!

Why?

Why?

He made me do it.

He made me do it!

No, that's not true!

Yes! Yes, grace!

Yes!

-No.

-It's all his fault.

He made me do it, grace.

He made made me do it!

There's daddy's

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