The Darkest Dawn Page #3

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we were outside

something was being,

dropped by some sort of ship.

-We called them.

Bucks.

-He...

He attacked me.

-These bucks...

they control you.

It wasn't him.

- Someone just shoot

him in the head.

-I'm sorry.

I've got a picture of my own.

Can I show you?

-Yeah.

- [Indistinct.]

-Yeah.

-She's really pretty.

-Thanks.

-Cowen. You need to get some rest.

-Adam, don't trust Bob, okay?

Hi mum! We found some new people.

I showed one of them dad's photo.

He seemed really nice.

There's this one guy called

Adam.

And... um... he's lost his sister, Phil.

I think he's... more scared that I am.

I hope you're somewhere nice.

I miss the fresh air.

Sam!! Sam!!

- Stupid sh*t!

You little sh*t! Coming here

trying to steal my girls?

- Adam, stop him!

- I can bury him!

-Adam, quick!

Adam!

Adam...

Did you kill him?

-I saw some plane, Cowen.

-You keep looking.

And we keep trying.

-We can't stay down here.

Waiting to get killed.

- Who said you were coming with us?

- Adam!

-I'm a trained nurse!

I'm useful.

- Are you really gonna go

about till they get in?

-Yeah. Yeah, I will.

- How many people have you killed?

- I've already saved your life once!

I didn't have to do that, you know?

You owe us.

-Fair point.

-Fine.

We'll go together.

We'll do it together.

Okay, keep moving.

Keep looking for the base.

-Must be down here somewhere.

-Get down!

It's an attack!

Shh... shh... shh..shh..

-Follow me.

- Is this the base?

- Chloe, shh!

Shh!

Come on.

Guys, stay close.

- Adam talk to me.

- It's clear.

It's clear.

-It's the base.

It's the base!

- I don't know, mate.

It's just a death camp.

It's gone.

-Cowen, Cowen, there's a register.

- What?

- Ground zero.

-Oh my god.

Phillipa Martell.

-She's here!

S-Some movement order of some kind.

These coordinates...

Okay, okay...

- What?

- There's a rendezvous point.

- Yeah?

- Just outside of Oxford.

It's in two days.

-Okay.

- According to this thing,

they left yesterday.

It's not far.

-Oh my god!

Guys!

Guys!

- Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Kipper, I need you to put pressure

over that wound right now.

- We're looking for our friend. We're

looking for our friend, Phillipa.

- Cowen...

- Phillipa Martell.

-Cowen?

-Was she here? Phillipa? Phillipa. Think.

- Phillipa.

- Cowen, stop.

-Look, she's writing something.

Is this where she's gone?

Is this where they've taken her?

- Cowen!

- Is this where she... is this

where they've taken her?

-Cowen!

- What did she write?

- She didn't write anything.

She circled Manchester.

-Can you feel that? Fresh air.

Okay, go.

Look.

The tunnel ends.

-Come on!

-We made it, Sam.

How could... anyone have survived that?

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