Boys in the Trees Page #5

Okay, truce.

I'll stop trying to freak you out if...

...you stop running away for once.

I'll even make it up to you.

How?

School?

Best years of our lives.

You have a funny way

of making it up to people.

Chuck us your board.

What about security?

Is there anything you're not scared of?

I didn't say I was scared.

I just have a cautionary nature.

Boom.

See? Easy as.

You know, most people

aren't really scared of heights.

At least... not of falling.

What are they scared of, then?

They're scared they'll jump.

Is this the thing you wanted to show me?

This is a thing I wanted to show you.

Sh*t. What's with all the birds?

They say animals know when they're gonna die.

So they come here for their final moments.

I like to keep them company.

Nobody should die alone.

When my dog died, he knew.

Went off behind the rubbish tip

at the back of the yard.

Took us, like, three days to find him.

My mum knew.

She was always worried, 'cause she had me

late, that she wouldn't always be around.

That's why she always used to tell stories

about fantasy lands where I'd be safe.

It's one way to survive, I guess.

Is that why she always played that song?

You remember that?

When you walk through a storm

Hold your head up high

You shouldn't sing.

It's bullshit, anyway.

"You'll never walk alone."

I'd rather be alone.

No one to rely on but yourself.

No one to drag you down.

Nobody to have your back either.

I remember this exhibition at the museum.

There was a quote.

"Man is by nature a social animal.

Anyone who does not partake of society...

...is either a beast...

...or a God."

Jango would say you're a little lamb.

At least I'm not a beast.

Can you say the same, dances with wolves?

If there's one thing I won't miss,

it's these corridors.

Feels like we should do a nudie run.

Or you too scared of security?

It's not security you need

to be worried about.

It's the wolves in the walls that'll get ya.

I hoped we were done with these stories.

This isn't a story.

Everyone notices different things.

Some notice the moment you change your hair.

Others always notice

what shoes you're wearing.

I noticed them change.

It was the smell I noticed first.

The stench of twisting, multiplying hormones.

It always preceded them.

No amount of cheap safeway

deodorant can cover that odor.

I saw skin disappear

beneath unwelcome hair...

...voices deepen into growls.

Like a virus, it spread.

And once that toxin poisons you...

...you're capable of doing things

you never thought you'd do...

...all in the name of survival.

No matter where you hide...

...they sniff you out.

And for those that didn't change...

...those that were left behind...

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