The Terror Within Page #3

Then we'll just have to wait and see.

Um, does sue know?

No, not yet.

Then let's just keep

this between you and I

Until you know some more.

That doesn't seem to be very fair.

I just don't want to get her hopes up

In case we have to terminate it

At the first sign of abnormality.

We just don't have the resources

here to do anything else.

Okay.

Damn, I wish we still had those rifles.

I don't know.

It might piss him off.

All right, we're at the ladder.

So far so good.

I'm going up.

Oh, sh*t.

Christ.

Hal, they're up there.

We can't replace the cameras.

Then set up the microphone.

At least we'll be able to hear them.

Yeah, right.

You go.

Uh-uh.

Get your ass up there.

Come on, man. I'll give you a cigar.

No way.

How about a pint of shine?

You're lucky I give credit.

Give me the wrench.

You got it.

Give me the mic.

Come on, the mic!

David, what's going on up there?

I bet you can't read

the no vacancy sign.

Hurry it up, man.

Jesus, the thing's gonna get in here.

Would you relax?

Come on. Hurry it up, man.

Neil, open up!

Come on, man.

Move it! Open up!

Man, I thought that

you and me were history

When that arm came through.

It was two fingers, man.

Yeah, it was enough.

Now, about that pint of shine.

That's a plan.

I'm not going back out there.

Anything in there?

Yeah, the guy who kept it

was named Randall Morgan.

Roger, Marie, and Karen.

He lost his wife and two

of his kids to the plague.

I couldn't figure out why

he and Karen were spared.

In any given population,

There's bound to be a few

with natural immunities.

I guess they were the lucky ones, huh?

Some luck.

Anyway, it's clear from

the photos we found Karen.

But that's not all.

Linda and hal have been

hiding something from us.

That figures.

I pulled Karen's data from the computer.

David, the girl is

three months pregnant.

That's impossible.

Can you imagine?

What a change, having a kid

running around this place.

What's wrong?

What if it's not one of ours?

You're crazy.

Linda would know if

something were wrong.

And according to her

data, everything is fine.

I hope she's right.

Christ, a pregnant woman.

Mm, I'll drink to that.

Cheer up, Uncle Dave.

Hello, Karen.

Karen.

It's a pretty name.

I brought you something.

You're so lucky.

You're gonna have a baby.

You don't know anything.

Why are you so scared?

You're safe here.

No, I'm not.

Would you just go away?

Go away and leave me alone.

Mojave lab calling rocky Mountain lab.

Listening 145.5.

Mojave lab calling rocky Mountain lab.

Listening 145.5.

Mojave lab calling...

Mojave, this is rocky Mountain.

Transmission level three.

Repeat level three.

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