How It Ends Page #5

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No disrespect, butIain't about

doing no road trip right now

with two shady dudes

that appear out ofnowhere.

Whoa, whoa.

We're not shady, come on.

You two roll up in a f***ed-up,

shot upcop carthat you say you found,

towing a shot up Caddy, and...

You know,you got blood

all over your face. So, yeah.

Shady as f***.

I hear you loud and clear.

Doesn't look good.

Doesn't look good.

I could tell you that it wasn't us.

That...

we were you just defending ourselves.

I could tell you

actually what happened,

down to the very last detail, but...

if I were you,

I'm not sure I would believe that either.

But I can tell you this.

With a clear conscience,

I can look you in the eye and I can say...

there's a lot to be afraid of out there.

A lot of real danger.

None of us know how much.

But...

me...

him...

we're not it.

I'm Tom.

This is Will.

We're just driving out west

to see if we can find my daughter.

All right.

I've heard enough.

So, you'll help us?

Did I say that?

I'm going to the car.

I'll do it for two thousand.

OK. Great.

Got the essentials.

As long as we don't snap an axle,

I can get us to Seattle.

Great.

Oh, and I siphoned the cop's gas.

- What are you doing?

- I want us to be invisible from behind.

- Here you go, Will. Drive the first shift.

- OK.

You ride in the back.

Course Tonto rides in the f***ing back.

Chill. Whoa, I was kidding.

What's he doing?

Better not f***ing come back.

Take it easy, man!

Just drive.

So, you guys got a radio signal?

Not here.

Is there a frontage road to the 90?

Another way west?

Take a left here.

Can head out on the 14 West for a while.

All right. OK.

What kinda music you guys into?

Yeah, I don't think

it's that kind of road trip, Ricki.

There's someone behind us.

Pull over.

Lights off.

Catch up.

- Use their taillights to guide us.

- OK.

Want some?

No. No, thanks.

Think he's asleep.

Yeah, let him.He's gonna want to drive

when he wakes up.

Then I'll get some sleep.

So, his daughter... that's your girl?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is.

Whoa.

Check it out.

It's crazy.

- They on our side of the road?

- Jesus!

Oh, my God!

F***.

Survivors?

No.

F***, Jesus Christ.

She's dead.

What's he saying?

- I think it's a telephone number.

- Will, let him be.

We can't just leave him!

We're hours from a hospital,

and this guy, he's not gonna make it.

Let's get back in the car.

Let's go, guys. Let's go. Let's go.

Will?

Let's go. Ricki!

Leave them. Ricki, come on!

Sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

What's he doing?

F***!

Let's go.

You gotta stop the car for Ricki.

Stop the car, Tom. Stop the f***ing car!

Let's go! Come on!

Go, go!

If Will hadn't told me to wait,

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