Edges of Darkness Page #3

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Whoa, I don't think--

I mean, look, we still gotta clean it.

Smells like it sh*t itself.

Baby, can I have a taste?

Please, baby.

Please, just a little taste, please?

All right,

but just a taste.

Hey, remember what

I told you about noise?

( grunting )

Okay.

Hey, that's enough.

Hey hey!

- That's enough!

- I'm sorry.

- I'm just hungry.

- I know. Me too.

But if we gonna make this last,

we gotta be smart.

Get up here.

Please let me go.

B*tch, you must be crazy.

Get your ass up here.

Here, open this.

What, what is it?

- Just open it.

- Okay.

It's a hardware upgrade.

Latest in processor technology.

I was selected months ago

to try it out for free.

You mean like a sweepstakes prize

or something?

One out of a million.

Congratulations.

- Ow!

- ( sizzles )

Okay, I'm ready.

Give it here.

Hold on. It says to use protection

when handling. Hold on.

Where are you going?

Just to let you know,

very soon you shall be quicker

and more powerful,

enabling you to function

like never before.

As soon as my slowpoke

wife returns.

Dana!

Put those on.

You're pathetic.

( sighs )

We gotta get that

generator going.

We gotta see what it does.

Okay, I'm gonna go pee.

- ( muffled screaming )

- I told you about the noise.

Now this is your last

friendly reminder, you understand?

Please please please,

don't hurt me.

If you gonna be a guest

in our house, you gonna be clean.

Please! ( crying )

( shower running )

Hey.

Don't.

We can't stay here.

- Yeah, no one's keeping you.

- That's not what I mean.

He's sick.

He needs medication daily.

You're in luck, girlfriend.

There's a drugstore a few blocks over.

It's not that hard

to get to.

It's rare.

The chances of them

having it are slim.

You obviously

have a suggestion.

Yeah, we have a stockpile.

Where?

It's in an apartment

across town.

Good luck with that.

Come on,

you know I'd never make it.

Maybe not.

- Dana.

- Yes, what is it?

I made up my mind

to go to find fuel

for the generator.

I'll check Mr. Charles' place too.

He probably has a ton

of supplies.

Canned food, water,

maybe even more gas.

His loss...

- our gain.

- Well, you know my answer to that.

Well, I'm going.

Well, I'm not.

I'm not going out there at night.

No, not at night.

Well, I'm not going

tomorrow either.

Fine, whatever.

It'll be a one-man mission.

- Good luck.

- Good luck.

( scoffs )

( woman whimpering )

Put something on!

You find something that fits?

Stanley:

Find her something?

Found it.

No!

B*tch, you know I'm gonna suck

your motherfucking blood,

and trust me, there's more

painful ways to extract it.

( screams )

Eat.

No no no no.

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