No Man's Land: The Rise of Reeker Page #3

Backup will be here

at any moment.

- I should just walk away.

- Fine, leave!

It's what you do when things

get tough, you leave. Go!

- Adios.

- See you around.

I don't think so.

We've got a cop car

or a grey four-door.

The grey four-door is hers.

Well, what are

we waiting for? Keys.

Tell him where

the keys are, Maya.

My purse, in my locker, inside.

You go with her.

I'll make sure we're not followed.

They should have

been here by now.

Look, there's a hostage

in there, okay?

And there's other injured parties

in there possibly.

It doesn't help

anybody if we hide.

Yeah, well, it doesn't help anyone

if we don't have a plan.

Look, let's all move together

to the back door

and we'll make

a call on the landline.

Nobody.

Phone's static.

Should we go check the motel?

Yeah, let's go.

Where did all the people go?

Where's Ravi?

Out of here,

where we're going.

Hey, you smell that?

What?

It's rotting flesh.

You don't smell it?

I have anosmia...

no sense of smell.

- There's such a thing?

- Blind people, deaf people...

- they get all the attention.

- Well, I guess if I had a sense to lose...

People and animals

with no sense of smell are twice as likely

to die prematurely.

Bad smells are nature's warning.

Nature's sure as hell warning us.

Are you okay?

Base, there's been

an explosion. Code 13.

It doesn't look good.

I don't see any survivors.

You don't see us

because we're back here.

Hello?

Nick?

Hello?

Nick?

Base?

Anybody.

We're still here.

We're okay.

There should be a body in here.

There's...

there's no way

he walked out in one piece.

The physics

of an explosion like this,

it's beyond

our comprehension.

- Maybe it...

- Made him disappear?

Yeah, well, I'm gonna

go try the base radio in the car.

- What now?

- We get the f*** out of here.

You're not gonna get away with this.

There's no sunset.

Give me the f***ing keys!

If I don't?

You will.

Maya.

What are you gonna do, kill me?

No.

No, I'm not gonna kill you,

but Binky will.

You wouldn't let that happen.

Well, I guess we're gonna find out,

aren't we? Huh?

Someone wrote out their will

in the guest comment book.

People who stay here

are obsessed with death.

The few who actually

know how to write.

Doctor Al.

Allison.

I'm Harris.

Hal's son.

Your wife left you

for your captain.

You roughed him up,

got kicked off the force.

- Word spreads quick around here.

- Don't worry.

Most people who live here are

running from one thing or another.

And you?

I own a horse ranch

between here

and the Halfway Travel Oasis.

I work at the hospital in the city.

Whoa.

That's still wet.

The other workers...

what do they drive?

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