No New Kinda Story: The Real Story of Tooth & Nail Records Page #5

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They're stronger than us.

You wanna stay and fight,

or do you wanna run and hide?

Okay.

Let's run and hide.

Your family.

What happened?

We were living in a grocery store.

Couple of the families

from the neighborhood.

We had aisles of food and supplies.

There was about 20 of us.

I'm not even sure when it started.

People just started disappearing.

We noticed it was like clockwork.

Every night, they came

and took one of us.

You didn't fight back?

We tried.

There was too many of them.

They were too strong.

The funny thing is,

they only ever took one at a time.

Why?

I don't know.

I think it was because

dead bodies rot faster.

They were keeping us alive for fresh meat.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

You wanna know what the worst part was?

It wasn't watching

my family and friends die,

seeing them slaughtered in front of us.

It was the waiting.

Waiting for dark.

They always come at night.

Well, I'm not ready to die.

It's starting to get dark.

We should split up.

Good luck.

You, too.

You promise you'll protect me?

Yeah, baby.

It's time to go.

Maybe we can just hide.

No. We're gonna go out

the back of the hospital.

We can sneak out.

No one will even see us.

Okay. What about the others?

F*** the others!

Every man for himself.

Come on.

Let's hide here, okay?

What's the matter?

We can do this the easy way,

or we can do it the hard way.

I don't really care which way.

But by sunrise,

I'm gonna be gnawing on your bones!

Help me!

Help me!

Well, well.

Are we really gonna leave them?

Yes.

You're being such an a**hole.

They would do the exact

same thing to us.

Okay, maybe they would,

but I wouldn't.

Fine.

Oh, God!

God!

Catch you later...

pretty thing.

They're leaving.

You see anybody else?

They got Max.

Is he, uh--

I don't know, I couldn't tell.

He wasn't moving.

You guys, it's Ford!

He's been attacked!

Hurry!

That should help with the pain.

How is he?

Well, uh, I'm not a doctor,

but, um...

he's got some holes in his stomach,

and he's lost a lot of blood.

Is he gonna live?

I don't know.

Um, the stomach is one thing, um...

but his leg...

is...

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God.

I, uh-- I think that's it's broke in two.

Well, can you fix it?

Fix it?

No.

No, I can't fix it.

I wouldn't even know where to start.

We need a doctor.

We need a doctor.

I don't think he's gonna make it.

We don't have a doctor.

So can you just--

Can you do anything?

Can you help him at all, Dakota?

Just-- Just do something.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll, um--

I'll do the best that I can.

Okay?

How's he doing?

I pushed the bone back in.

I had to cut a piece of it out.

It's, uh...

Are you okay?

I'm exhausted.

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