The Last Light Page #4

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so help me, God, I

will shoot you dead!

I'll give you the key.

I will.

I'm just...

I'm worried for you.

Where are you gonna go?

You going to find Mitch?

Mitch?

You don't know that

for sure, Meryl.

Of course he is.

Of course he is.

You're a lot like him.

He didn't care about his parents.

No respect.

No respect for the person who

brought him into this world.

And he was gonna grow up

and he was gonna leave me,

like you left your parents.

Imagine that!

Leaving your own mother!

Well, I couldn't let him do that.

I couldn't.

And all it took was a

pillow over the face.

He didn't even wake up.

You shoulda seen how

peaceful he looked

lying there.

Jesus.

He was seven years old, Meryl.

Yes, he was seven.

He was old enough to start

thinking about things

old enough to start

thinking about leaving me.

I am running out of time.

They're gonna be here

and I need that key!

And I swear to God, if any of you

try to follow me, I will shoot you.

Now we hear you.

I'm gonna give you the key.

I'm gonna give her the key.

Just, um, you're making me a little nervous

with that gun pointed right at me.

Well, I'm not putting the gun down.

I'm not asking you to.

Just, maybe not point

it right at me.

Please, Meryl.

Accidents happen.

Thank you.

You don't have to do this.

Just give me the damn key.

What are we gonna do with the body?

We can't leave her here.

Will you guys help me move her?

Where?

Outside.

Past the doors.

They'll come for her.

Sh*t, you wanna feed those things.

We can't leave her here.

She's gonna rot.

And you're OK with this?

Jack's in charge and he's right.

The body will rot.

Whatever, but I want

nothing to do with it.

This is your mess.

You clean it up.

Fine.

Harold

hey.

She...

I can't breathe.

I'm kinda worried about the girls.

Maybe we should go check on 'em all.

I'll still stand watch here.

Jack...

Meryl... You OK?

Do you think she'll be OK?

She'll be fine.

She just needs to get some rest...

Get some rest.

We are all going a

little stir crazy...

Yeah, f***.

Poor Meryl.

She never really did seem

right in the head to me.

Doesn't mean she deserved

to have it blown off.

F***, man.

You slay me.

I wasn't trying to be funny.

You know what,

f*** Meryl.

Honestly, did her, uh, son

deserve to be suffocated,

I mean, come on, this kid

was seven years old.

Nah man, Jack, we're just

simple human beings.

It's not our place to

judge what people do.

That's for something much,

much more powerful than us.

I put her body outside.

Those things came for her.

She's gone.

Yeah, they want what

they want, I guess.

Yeah, God.

I just want some clarity.

I don't know if it's day or night.

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