Dying Breed Page #6

Sorry.

Found anything?

Not yet.

Oh. This way.

Stuff this.

What are you doing here?

Are you lost? Are you okay?

All right.

Okay, I think you better come with me.

All right? Who's that?

Do you mind?

Do you mind not shining that light in...

- Anything?

- Sure you even saw it?

I saw it.

I saw it, Jack!

Where's Rebecca?

Probably having a pee.

Bec!

Hey, beautiful lady!

Beautiful lady! Bec!

She should be able to

hear us. She can't be far.

Bec!

Babe!

She might have...

I saw a mine shaft earlier.

Where?

It was near where you killed that...

Babe, what have you done to yourself?

I don't know. I...

I don't know. F***.

It's not mine.

F***.

Well, what happened?

It could just be an animal.

- I don't know, Matt.

- Did you see an animal?

- Did you see...

- No! I didn't!

- Hey, come on.

- Jack!

- Show me where.

- What?

- Show me!

- I don't... I don't know!

I started there, and I

circled around, I guess.

I heard some sounds.

What sounds?

- What sounds?

- I don't know!

Bec!

Jack! F***.

Hey, hey. Nina!

Just stay here. Stay here.

Bec!

Bec!

Bec! Babe!

Can't see a thing out there.

It's like the bloody Amazon.

Where's Jack?

I have no idea.

I did this.

I pushed for this.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- It was my f***ing trip.

We don't know what's happened.

I'll go and look again, okay?

I'll try again.

How the hell did she get there?

Hi, there. Remember me?

What happened to you?

Are you hurt?

It's not her blood, either.

Is it, Matt?

It's Mama.

What happened to you? How'd

you get the blood on your dress?

- Can you tell me?

- How the hell would she know?

She's just a kid.

She didn't walk here on her own.

Did you?

Simple Simon met the

pieman playing with a knife.

Said Simple Simon to the pieman...

- That's a nice rhyme, little girl.

- "Will you take my life?"

I need you to tell me what happened.

- Okay? ...when the time is right.

Katie!

Jesus.

We came for the child.

She's okay.

She's okay?

What about us?

Rebecca's disappeared. So has Jack.

And the blood!

Look at her, for God's sake.

- She's covered in it.

- Now, now.

- Get away from me!

- Anything could have happened to her.

The bush is different at night, lad.

There are hundreds of mine shafts.

You must have realized the

dangers before coming here.

It's easy to lose your way.

I'll take them.

She won't be hard to track.

Get your stuff. Get your stuff! Move!

Come on. At least

they're willing to help.

Come on.

Keep close.

Why'd you come here?

You tourist turn up.

You always interfere.

You trample on everything.

You spoil everything.

Tell me where's my sister.

She died here eight years ago.

She stayed for about a

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