Deadgirl Page #3

She woke up.

She started to struggle,

of course, but she didn't scream.

No. She just sort of growled.

And tried to bite like a

wild f***ing dog, you know.

So, uh, I hit her

just enough

to make her stop, you know.

Oh, man.

But she didn't.

She sure did not stop.

She just kept gnashing

at me with those teeth.

So, I hit her again and it felt good.

You wouldn't know about that.

Then I hit her harder.

- What the f*** did you do, man?

- And harder and harder.

JT.

Needless to say, after a while,

she stopped moving.

For Christ's sakes, man.

You f***ing killed her.

You realize that man?

You f***ing killed her and you bring me down

her and show me a f***ing corpse, man?

Rickie!

You're a sick f***, man.

I've had enough of your psycho sh*t.

We're taking her out of here now, JT.

- Hold on a sec!

- No, this has gone far enough.

You have to see

what I brought you here for.

I've seen more than enough, JT.

Rickie, no you haven't.

No.

What the f*** are you doing, JT?

- What the f*** are you doing, man!

- You ain't seen nothing yet.

No, man, no!

Rickie.

Rickie!

Man, get the f*** away from me, man.

No, no! It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's okay. It's all right.

Take it easy. Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy, JT?

You f***ing killed her, man.

You killed her with my f***ing gun.

- Hold on a second man.

- You son of a b*tch.

- You're a sick f***, JT.

- Look!

- You sick f***!

- Look!

Look!

It's a pretty active for a dead girl,

don't you think?

What the f***!

I had to bring you down here, man.

Had to make you see her for yourself.

We got to get her to a f***ing hospital

before she bleeds to death, JT.

She ain't gonna bleed to death, man.

You had to see it for yourself, Rickie.

Because I knew you wouldn't

believe if I just told you.

Jesus.

Tell me about it.

Because I thought I was going crazy.

I wasn't telling the complete truth earlier.

You see, I heard her neck crack.

I broke her f***ing neck, man.

- I know that I did.

- No way.

Sh*t! I was trying to think what I was going

to do about it and she starts moving again!

I thought I was going crazy, man.

I stuck my thumbs real deep into her neck

until she quit moving.

A few minutes later,

she starts kicking again.

I killed her three times now.

Look at her.

This isn't real man.

This isn't real.

Oh, man. Is she on drugs?

I've never seen no drugs that will let you

take three bullets like nothing happened.

Where do you think she came from?

Maybe she was a patient here?

Maybe they did some mad scientist

experiment or some sh*t on her?

Who the f*** knows what they

did with the leftover people.

The hopeless ones...

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