Malatesta's Carnival of Blood Page #4

Frank!

Go away! Go!

Answer, please answer...

Operator, this is an emergency.

I can't speak any louder,

this is an emergency.

What? Please!

I don't know, local.

Hurry, Operator!

Carnival!

It's useless.

It's dead. Somebody must have cut

the wires or something.

Still out there.

What are we going to do, Frank?

What are we going to do?

Get out of here. They've got us

trapped like rats. Make a run for it.

Got one.

I'm sorry. Calm down, Mrs Norris.

There's hope yet.

They can't seem to move very fast...

those things out there.

I've got a plan:

We'll make a break for it,

set the trailer on fire,

and try to find Vena in the confusion.

Frank, what are you saying? You're crazy.

Like a fox. When those propane tanks

blow, it'll light up the whole sky.

- The whole town will be here.

- What about Vena?

- What happened here?

- Accident, Johnny.

Say, how do you know my name?

- What's that?

- How do you know my name?

Oh, that. Why, the Norrises told me

you were coming, of course.

Pretty girl, that Vena.

If I were 20 years younger, you young

butts wouldn't have had a chance.

This was their trailer

- What?

- Pretty girl, that Vena Norris.

You just said something

about this trailer.

It's theirs, the Norrises'.

Or was, I should say.

- Are they all right? Where are they?

- Oh, boy. Don't take it hard.

They're at rest. While we poor slobs

have to struggle on through life.

Carry their burden, you know.

They would have wanted it that way.

In the short time I knew the Norrises,

I came to feel that they...

- What are you talking about?

- Don't take it hard boy.

They died in their sleep.

A freak accident.

You know how shoddy these trailers are...

Go up, whoosh, like a torch.

Took a fireman with it.

Don't take it so bad, boy.

You got a long life.

There's lots of fish in the sea.

You know what I mean?

Let yourself in.

Yes. The door was open.

There didn't seem to be anybody about.

You've come to work.

Sign here.

No, you misunderstood me.

These names. I know the Norrises.

I was told I could find out

about them here.

- Luck.

- What's that?

Luck. You'd need good luck.

Accidents, we've had

lots of accidents here.

You like books?

I saw you looking at my picture book.

Look here, how they cut the feet off.

Here...

where they quarter him,

as neat a job as you'd want to see.

Listen, lad.

They say that meat builds blood

and flesh and gives you new life.

- Do you believe that?

- Yes, I guess so.

So wouldn't it follow

that a man could live longer and longer

if he ate more of the same.

Vena?

Vena!

Very, very not yet dead

Stupid Johnny, use your head!

Put your feet where evil stands

The knife cuts quick, the blood pours red

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