Dead Within Page #5

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Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Attention, Kim.

Are you there, b*tch?

Who is this?

You're a f***ing liar, Kim.

A f***ing liar, aren't you?

Are you happy, you b*tch?

No.

Good.

Does that mean you're starting to see

what a bad person you are?

I am not a bad person.

You're not a good person, are you, Kim?

I am...

Ranger Mark,

I am not a bad person.

Kim, just admit it.

You killed Todd...

then you killed Erica...

and then you killed your child.

No, Ranger Mark.

No. Mike killed Todd. No wonder

Mike left you, you psychotic b*tch.

And then I...

Who are you?

Do you feel safe?

I don't know.

I don't know if I feel safe.

Which dress are

you wearing right now?

Which dress

is your favorite dress?

There are people outside

all around the house.

There are trollers.

Do you think I'm a troller?

Mike.

Hello. Is anyone there?

Hello, Ranger Mike?

Mark, Mark, Mark.

Stop!

Yeah, you.

Yeah, you.

You stop!

Hey.

You got the knock wrong.

What? Let me in.

No, do it again, do it again.

That's the knock. Sitting on a park bench.

No, we changed the song.

What are you f***ing talking about?

That's the knock.

No. It's not the knock.

I don't remember the f***ing knock.

What is it, Iron Man?

You never forget it.

You never f***ing forget the knock.

No, that's not right.

I'm f***ing here.

Let me in.

Let me f***ing

in the door.

What is the song?

Let me in.

What happened to your arms?

Let me in.

What happened to your arms?

Huh?

Where's the shotgun, Mike? Where's the

shotgun? I lost the f***ing shotgun.

Goddamn it, let me in.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

I'm right here. Let me come in.

What happened to your arms?

I was attacked at this house.

They had plenty of food, everything.

These five freaks jumped me and

I had to jump out the window.

Just let me in.

What happened to your arm?

I told you.

Look, I jumped through a f***ing window.

Did any of them touch you?

Did any of them touch you, Mike?

Did any of them touch you?

No, nobody touched me.

I'd be f***ing bat-sh*t crazy by now,

you know that.

Look, baby, honey,

you can interrogate me when I get in.

Okay?

What's the song?

Honey, you got to let me in.

I can't.

Honey. Honey, they're out here.

You got to let me in.

Open the f***ing door.

You know, I think

you would appreciate

my f***ing anxiety out here.

Okay?

Your anxiety out there?

Look, I'm not... You don't

know my anxiety in here.

You don't know what

happened here last night.

Baby, you can trust me.

Baby...

I'm sorry I left, okay?

I'm sorry I f***ing left.

Let me in.

We're going to get our f***ing

sh*t and get out of here.

We'll burn this

f***ing cabin down.

Let me in the door.

Let me in the door!

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