The Ravenous Tales of Colonel Hart Page #2

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Hey, Bonin, you...

Looks like your family's growing.

I don't wanna scare you,

but if you ask me,

something's up on Route 8.

Don't go!

I'll be back, ok?

Can we get out?

We'll wait a bit, ok?

You're still grieving

and you lose someone else.

My little pup.

Thrse...

What I saw out there...

I've never seen that.

For weeks we've survived.

We almost felt comfortable.

We saw fewer and fewer of them.

Why'd they come back?

They had no choice.

What do you mean?

They had nothing to eat.

So they came back home.

Someone must be blocking their way.

What about the city?

We have more chance

of survival there.

You did good here.

But the government will

protect cities before villages.

You saying we ain't worth sh*t?

As PM I'd do the same.

Good to know.

Remind me not to vote for you

if you ever run.

We'll barricade the windows better.

Save our ammo.

Not make noise.

We're low on food.

If we tighten our belt,

we'll make it.

Not you, kitten.

You can eat your fill,

you're still growing.

You can't stay here.

Or use the road the

army didn't block.

Those creatures are gathering.

There's no other way.

The house is right on their path.

They know we're here.

I know a bunker.

We have to skirt the

farms on Route 8,

reach the Demers River,

follow Muddy Creek,

take the fork to the dam,

then cross the forest on foot.

What if it's too late?

And someone's already using it?

It's a dog bite.

A jar of pickles, at least.

Dill pickles?

Yeah, they're so good.

There's not enough to go around.

Those jars hold a lot.

Take two.

We don't have room.

I'd take some of this.

Yeah, your jelly...

Crab apple.

They're almost sweet.

It's good.

Nothing better. Here, hide it.

I wonder where they are.

Who?

My family.

Where do you think they are?

Not partying on a

beach in Cuba, I hope.

That would suck!

As soon as we touch on something serious,

you change the subject.

I'll only stop when I stop believing.

There's nothing left

to believe in, anyway.

Why do you play dumb?

When I start to think, I see them.

I don't want to see them.

Who?

It reminds me how they saw me.

The black sheep of the family.

And I'm the last one alive.

What's the message?

I'm just saying you can

be loved for who you are.

Well, well, well.

Why are you whispering?

We're talking about your hand, hon.

What about my hand?

It's worrisome.

Did you tell'em it was a dog?

I was trying to explain that.

But you weren't there.

No, I wasn't there.

Next time you're deciding my fate,

I'd like to be involved, if that's ok.

Look, hon.

We're concerned, that's all.

I'm not your hon, Pauline.

Or anybody's.

I heard something.

Where was it?

What are you doing?

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