Laid To Rest Page #5

They're just f***ing dead.

Hey, man.

I'm sorry, I just--

I guess I'm still

kind of confused.

Well, snap out of it.

We just gotta hold on

a little more than three hours, okay?

Why? What happens then?

Well, my brother-in-law, for one--

he happens then.

He's gonna be at my house

at 6:
00 AM sharp.

But you're not there.

Right.

Just Cindy.

I can't-- I can't let him

see his sister like that.

We gotta go back.

We gotta cover her up.

I really don't want

to leave here.

I feel like if I stay a bit

I might remember something.

And I'd rather not move, ever.

Well, all right then.

You stay here with the girl.

The keys are inside here.

I'm gonna lock that door.

You make sure you don't open it

unless you know it's me.

Lock the door, please.

Great idea.

Make sure that's locked.

Whoa whoa.

Princess, you're not thinking clearly.

That is not a good idea.

We've got a few weapons, right?

We've got the tire stick

that you hit him with.

The stupidest thing

I've ever done.

We've got the knife

that Tucker found in there.

And we have this.

Okay, fine. Fine.

I don't understand.

I think it's my turn

to take something from him.

He's strong. He's got a lot of stuff

to kill people.

I don't know,

I'd say he has the advantage...

...not to mention the car

which helps him a lot.

And he's probably got

a lot of gas in it as well.

Oh my God, what if he comes back

before Tucker does?

We'll be fine.

How? How?

Look...

...you don't know

what it's like to wake...

...wake up in that thing.

I must have a mom who loves me

and wants me home.

Stephen:
It's not Tucker, is it?

Princess:
No, it's him.

Stephen:
He's been there all along.

Looks like we're gonna have to abort.

Flag on the play.

He's not coming in here.

Princess:
No, we're going in there.

No. No. No.

Princess! Prin-- hey!

No no no no.

Over here. Over here.

Me. Me.

Hey hey hey. Me.

No no no. No!

Princess!

Help me. Help me.

He's coming. Please help me!

Help me, please. Please.

Please help me. Please.

He's coming.

Don't let him put me back.

Don't let him put me back.

I want to go home.

Shh.

- Please help me.

- I'm sorry.

- Help me!

- Shh.

No! No!

I'm sorry. I'll get us help.

No. No.

Help!

Princess:
No.

No!

No!

No!

Princess?

Woman:
No!

No!

And there's these windows,

but they're kind of high up.

- I don't know where he is, so--

- All right.

All you had to do was watch her,

just keep her safe.

Don't blame me.

You're the one who yelled at her and left.

I don't know, she said she had to

take something.

I don't know.

Come on, let's go.

Princess on tape: Are you from--?

Are you from the police?

Son of a b*tch.

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