Primal Rage Page #3

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This guy... check with

the prison, find out if

they had any inmates

released today.

[ominous music]

[ominous music]

[gasp]

Max! Where

are you?

Ashley!

What's wrong?

Where are

my clothes?

Aren't they

where you left them?

I left them right here,

I didn't touch them.

Well, they have to

be here somewhere.

What is this?

Well, there

are your shoes.

What the f***?!

Take this. Here.

That's it?

I mean, unless you

want my pants, too.

Works for me.

Good, I'm glad it

works for someone.

- Alright, let's go.

- Hold on.

Ugh.

[ominous music]

Ashley:
How

are you feeling?

Max:
Really

good. I mean,

my head f***in' hurts

but the view ain't bad.

Well, let's

get home.

Come on.

This'll be easy.

We'll just follow

the river back up

to the road, flag

someone down...

It'll be easy.

Sh*t's Creek,

I presume?

[ominous music]

[growling]

Ashley:
My

shoes are wet.

My feet feel like cold

prunes. It sucks!

Max:
Well, I've

got wet jeans

and sand in

my crotch...

so it's

chafing my nuts.

You win.

[ominous music]

[gunshot]

Shh. Do you

hear that?

Yeah.

[gunshot and voices]

You know

who that is?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's our inbred

hunting buddies

from back at

the gas station.

Unfortunately they're

the only ones that

might have a cell

phone or a radio.

Come on, we

don't have a choice.

Great.

Come on.

Maxwell Carr... just

released yesterday.

What was

he in for?

Reckless

endangerment,

assault with a

deadly weapon.

His car

hit a kid.

Possession,

substance abuse,

same old stupid

f***ing white man.

So... the wife

picks him up,

they crash the

car, and vanish.

So you're telling

me right here

right now to my face

that you actually

believe there's an

Oh-Mah out there?

Motherfucking

Bigfoot himself!

Abducting white people...

ex-cons no less.

No, but I like it better

than being told it's wrong.

I like it better than

being told it's not true.

I like it better than

being told what to think.

- It's an identity.

- Protest.

- Same thing.

- Not even close.

You tell me right

here, right now

you 100% don't

believe it's Oh-Mah.

Aha! See that?

I don't believe it's

Oh-Mah. Swear to God!

Sure thing,

Sheriff.

You should go ask

the Whispering Woman.

She might know

what happened.

That's her turf.

With all due

respect, Deputy,

to the ancestors...

f*** that.

You're afraid

of her.

What?

Okay, some.

Is she even

still alive?

She'll always

be alive.

She's not human.

Please tell me you don't

really believe that.

No, not really.

You should go

talk to her.

What she knows

will die with her.

Listen to her

before it's too late.

Yeah, listening

to answers

you don't

believe in.

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