The Battery Page #2

Annie, come back.

Go head.

I don't want you

talking to these kids,

you understand?

You know the rules.

Just stay off the waves and

get back in, you copy?

10-4 and out.

No. No, no, no, no. Hello!

Hello, please!

Please!

We're gonna die out here.

Hello.

Annie.

Annie, please.

Hello?

You believe that?

I don't know.

What do we do?

I don't know.

You don't know?

You don't know?

What don't you know?

I know.

You know, I know that these

are the first people

that we've heard from in months.

Months!

They've got their

sh*t together, man.

Communications...

birthdays...

f***ing movies!

F***ing "Tremors"!

Yeah, and we're clearly not

invited to the party, Mick.

I don't care.

I don't wanna live out here

like this anymore, man.

Sleeping on rooftops.

Living out of a car.

With you.

You're like a f***ing caveman.

And you stink.

And you don't seem to care.

You know, you like living this

hunter-gather

lifestyle, but I don't!

You know, I don't like waking

up every day wondering if

today's the day I'm gonna die.

Wondering if today's the day that a

f***ing walking dead person eats my head!

It's not funny man!

- No it's not funny

- It's not f***ing funny!

- It's the way you said...

- I'm serious!

Okay, I know, okay, you're

f***ing serious, man.

I get it.

You wanna find 'em, go find 'em.

They don't wanna be found, man.

How you gonna find 'em?

Annie, come back, over.

They're not gonna

answer you, Mickey.

It's been days, man.

That sh*t was just a

whisper in the wind.

Annie.

Come back, please.

Wait a minute, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait...

What?

You got a thing for her, don't ya?

Annie!

Oh my God!

Oh my God! You're so

f***ing funny, man.

You're so weird!

You're not asking for, for Frank.

You're not asking for The Orchard.

Shut up.

Just... Annie.

Annie, come back!

Annie, please come back!

Save me!

- Shut up.

- Please, Annie!

You know what?

You wanna know the difference

between you and me?

What, I'm not an a**hole?

It's that...

we both know...

that there's a girl

out there, right?

Driving around...

doing some highly

organized scavenging...

some recon missions...

who knows, it could be a couple

f***in' weirdos on the radio but...

let's say she's out there.

She's probably coming from

someplace fortified...

big walls, like you said.

But these are logical

deductions, yes?

- What's your point?

- Well...

My point is...

in your mind,

she's like this

post-apocalyptic pixie girl.

With like, a gun on her hip.

And like, a garter.

And maybe like, a scar

that's so well placed that

it shows how tough she is

but doesn't f*** up her

pretty face, right?

And in my mind?

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