Night of the Comet Page #4

Do you think whatever happened,

happened everywhere?

Like in Burbank or places like that?

We'll ask the DJ.

He does the news, doesn't he?

Search me. I always change the channel

when the news comes on.

Here's something in here.

So, where is he?

I mean, somebody has to run this stuff,

don't they?

We've got trouble. Not us.

That's the name of the song.

And I'm Steve LaBeau

trapped inside your radio.

The guy who really cares about you.

I mean, who else would sit

in this little box every day

just to play music for you?

Well, it's time to reach into

the old mailbag here. Got a letter from...

Beam me up, Scotty.

Okay, girls. Hold it right there.

- You, the blonde, get into the light.

- Wait.

Why don't you just let my sister go.

And maybe you and I

can work something out.

- I'm not going anywhere!

- Shut up!

You got the wrong idea.

You, into the light.

I'll give you to five. One, two... No?

All right. Let's try it this way.

Five, four, three...

Okay, okay.

Do you get a lot of dates this way?

Open your eyes.

Okay.

Hey, I know what you're thinking, but...

- That you're a cretin?

Sweetheart, you haven't seen those

freaked-out zombies running around here?

Yeah, I was jumped by one.

Well, you got off lucky.

Me and this girl pulled into town

this morning.

You don't work here?

No. I drive a truck.

I was heading to San Diego

with this girl I picked up.

We were looking for a gas station.

That's when we spotted one of those...

Whatever they are.

Looked like it was eating...

Looked like it was eating a cat.

A dead cat?

Semi-dead.

Who'd want to eat a live cat?

Beats the sh*t out of me.

This girl freaked out.

Took off running.

I spotted her about 20 minutes later.

- Looked like one of those things had...

- What?

Torn her apart.

Oh, God.

- Larry.

- Oh, sh*t.

What's with her?

I think she's going to be

sick or something.

A guy she knew...

Same thing might have happened.

- Is it safe around here, do you think?

- Yeah.

I checked it out.

Swell.

Are you all right?

My name's Hector.

- What's yours?

- Just leave me alone, okay?

Look, I... I know we got off

on the wrong foot,

but considering what the alternative is,

I think we should try to get along.

What do you say?

Listen, this is no time

for an attitude problem.

Your little sister seems to be taking this

a lot better than you.

That's 'cause she doesn't know

what's going on.

And you do, I suppose.

Whatever is going on isn't just here.

It's everywhere.

She thinks we're gonna be rescued,

that our dad's gonna come back

from Honduras

with the goddamn Green Berets.

She could be right.

Give us a break, Hector.

Where did you spend the night last night?

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