Breakdown Lane Page #3

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butt fireside.

- What's on the menu?

- Barbecue.

It's something.

Try it out, baby.

- It's kinda flat.

- Oh, she's a pretty one,

isn't she?

That's it.

Then nothing.

- That's disgusting.

- Hey, don't knock

it till you've tried.

- You actually eat them?

- Well, hell, everything's

got its uses, even them.

- You sure you don't want none?

- Thanks, I had ears for lunch.

Intestinal lining?

- It's chicken noodle soup.

- Aren't you afraid

that you're gonna like...

- what?

Turn?

Been watching too much TV, girl.

Only way you can turn

is by getting bit.

And that's why we all got

a pact with each other.

- What kinda pact?

- Death pact.

Any one of us gets bit, falls

to the others do the job

before we become like them.

Mm, aw, that's the stuff.

- I'll take your word for it.

So where'd they come from?

Ya know, like why, why

are they like that?

- I dunno.

Just woke up one day and the

whole world went to hell.

Where you headed?

- City.

- Talk about hell.

- Why?

- Sh*t, that whole place is

crawling with creepers.

- There's gotta be

some help though.

What about the government?

- Sh*t, government.

You trust them?

- Gotta trust something?

- How the hell do you

know they're not the ones

that caused this

in the first place?

- I'd say it was

those damn liberals.

- You think everything

was liberals.

- Yeah, that's 'cause

almost everything is.

With their doctors and

their scientists trying

to play god, well,

you reap what you sow.

- Here we go.

- Be not deceived,

god is not mocked,

for whatsoever a man

reapeth he shall also sow.

Galatians 6:
7.

- Okay.

- That's all this is.

God's little way of reminding

us he's still in charge.

- Yeah, well, I don't

think god has anything

to do with this.

- No?

Probably a democrat too.

- I'm not discussing

that with you, okay.

- I knew it, goddamned

liberal here in our midst.

- All right, enough

already, ravage.

Blondie here's our guest.

- I don't know, never

did much trust a woman

who's afraid to

eat a little meat.

- He ain't coming.

- What?

- You still waiting

on that tow truck,

but uh, I think he's got

problems plenty of his own.

Drink?

- No thanks.

- More for me.

So,

you know, we should just

go ahead and get started.

- Get started?

God, I don't think so, man.

- Oh, that's no way to be.

After all, I did save your life.

- I'm outta here.

- F***ing b*tch.

- I warned you.

- Got me a feisty one here.

- Hey, game on, smokes?

- Stay back.

- You're looking at

this all wrong, Blondie.

I mean, this is not like

something that I wanna do.

But we gotta breed.

The very survival of the

human race is depending on it.

- Really?

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