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Voice: I’m NOT watching this! My DVD’s better!
Golden Bunny: Where’s Jonah? I can’t find him anywhere! Oh, I bet he’s hiding in the shed again! Gosh!
Lorna: Come on, Beatrice, sweetie! You know how to do this!
Beatrice: Mummy, no!
Lorna: It’s not hard! C’mon, madam, stop being lazy! You should be walking by now! Let’s do this!
Lorna: That’s it! You’re doing it! You’re doing it!
Lorna: Yay! You’ve done it!
Lorna: You’re walking! It’s amazing! Oh, Mummy is so proud of you!
Milo: There’s no such thing as monsters, Mum!
Lorna: I know, but it makes for a cracking story so let me finish!
Lorna: The monster approached Isabelle’s hiding place. The girl held back a sob, for she knew her life was coming to an end. Her heart pounded in her chest as the monster reached to open the door, but then, out of nowhere, a fairy appeared!
Lorna: She cast a spell which stopped the blood-sucking creature in its path!
Lorna: A fight ensured and Isabelle… oh! OK then. I guess you’re growing out of these sorts of stories now.
Lorna: I love you, little man.
Lorna: Sweet dreams.
Peter: (Sighs). Still nothing.
Peter: Hey, Lorna.
Lorna: Oh, babe, thank God! I was so worried! I haven’t slept a wink.
Peter: Well, I’m home now. How are the kids?
Lorna: Asleep. Milo’s been out for a while now. He keeps going on about the damn cat.
Peter: He loves Jinx, Lorna.
Lorna: I know, but I don’t know what to tell him. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know what’s going on.
Peter: We don’t even know what’s going on. How’s our princess?
Lorna: Asleep, but she was a right madam an hour or so ago. It took ages for her to drift off.
Peter: She missed her daddy, that’s all it is.
Peter: Anything come on the TV or the radio?
Lorna: Not a thing. I caught Milo watching his DVD earlier. He couldn’t understand why I turned it off only to watch static.
Peter: It’s best he doesn’t know something’s up.
Lorna: It’s hard trying to keep him in the house. He wanted to go out on his bike earlier. Any news?
Peter: There’s hardly anyone around. But I bumped into Bill from the fire station… he said he wasn’t feeling well and told me–
Lorna: I tried phoning my parents… sending emails… nothing seems to be working! The lights on router went green earlier… or at least, I thought I did. My heart skipped a beat, I was so excited! But I think I’ve been watching it so long I imagined it. I feel like I’m going crazy.
Peter: Come here.
Peter: We’re both worried, and we’re both scared, but we have each other and that’s the important thing, OK?
Lorna: Yeah. I just wish we knew what was happening.
Peter: We should get some sleep…
Lorna: Good idea. I’m exhausted.
Two hours later:
Milo: What’s that noise? Mum? Dad?
Milo: Jinx? You wanna come in?
Milo: I’m never letting him out again!
Milo: Jinx? You out here, boy?
Milo: Oh! What!?
Milo: No! No! No!
Milo: (Screams). MUMMY!
Lorna: Where is he!?
Peter: Milo? Buddy? Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!
Lorna: He’s not in the bathroom. Please tell me he’s not outside.
Peter: He’s not in his room!
Lorna: Why would he leave the house this time of night!? We’ve taught him better than this! Has somebody snatched him!?
Peter: I’ll go outside and check!
Lorna: What the hell is going on!?
Peter: Milo? Milo, it’s Dad! Get back inside right now!
Lorna: I know you are, sweetheart! I’m sorry! Just cuddle Mummy, OK?
Lorna: Peter, where is he!?
Peter: I… I don’t know.
Lorna: Well, why aren’t you looking?
Peter: Erm, Lorna, I don’t know how to explain this.
Lorna: Explain what? Is he OK!?
Peter: Derek’s outside.
Lorna: Derek!? That’s not funny, Peter. He’s dead. We saw his body a few days ago. You told me he was gone.
Peter: Sweetheart, he’s outside.
Lorna: Is he OK? Does he want something?
Peter: He’s still a corpse, Lorna. He just doesn’t seem to know he’s dead…
Peter: Bill mentioned something like this… I thought he had lost his mind… I’ve gotta put some clothes on and get on there.
Five minute later…
Lorna: They’re right outside! I can hear them! Why won’t they go away!?
Peter: I dunno. Bill said they’re not exactly themselves. I’m going to deal with them.
Lorna: Peter, what if they’ve done something to Milo? I know Derek’s a good guy but if he’s not thinking clearly…
Peter: Don’t talk like that! I’ll be back! Just stay down and keep out of sight! Do not leave the house no matter what, OK?
Lorna: But what if something happens to you?
Peter: It’s not up for debate. You and Beatrice stay here, understand?
Lorna: All right. I’ll try and keep her quiet but she’s freaked out.
Peter: BACK UP! GET THE FUCK BACK, DEREK! I’LL STAB YOU!
Lorna: It’s OK, baby. Nothing to worry about. Mummy’s got you.
Peter: I warned you!
Peter: Oh, God…
Peter: Dammit, Lorna, what did I say!?
Lorna: I looked out the window before I came out! Are they…?
Peter: Dead? I’d like to think so but it seems we can’t be too sure.
Lorna: Did you really have to kill them?
Peter: They’re already dead, Lorna. That wasn’t Derek.
Lorna: Did you stab them in the head!?
Peter: Bill said it’s the only thing that takes them down. I had to do it… otherwise they try to…
Peter: Bite you.
Lorna: This is some sort of sick joke, Peter. It has to be.
Voice: Oh, thank god!
Francesca: There are people… normal people… alive!
Lorna: Franny, it’s so good to see you!
Francesca: Likewise, sweetie!
Peter: Do you know what’s going on!? Do you know what the hell these things are!?
Francesca: I’m sorry but I’m none-the-wiser! I just had to take out Bill!
Francesca: He died… he became one of them…
Francesca: I had no choice. I know he’s your buddy, Peter, but I had to do it! If these things take a bite out of you…
Lorna: FRANNY, LOOK OUT!
Francesca: What the-!? ARGGH!
Francesca: HELP ME! LORNA, HEEEEEEEEEELP!
Peter: Lorna, no!
Lorna: What are you doing!? We’ve gotta help her!
Peter: It’s too late. You heard what she said. We need to get back inside.
Lorna: How can we just leave her!? It’s eating her… it’s fucking eating her!
Peter: It’s too late for her, Lorna! I’m sorry. I know she’s your friend but think of Beatrice. We need to go back.
Peter: Poor thing. She’s shaking!
Lorna: She’s not the only one! This is some kind of nightmare! I just looked outside… Franny’s starting to get back to her feet! It’s like she’s become one of those things! How is this possible!?
Peter: We’ll worry about that later! But first things first, we have to get away from the windows! We don’t wanna entice them in.
Lorna: We need to find Milo and we need to find him now!
Peter: You know I’ve gotta go out after him, don’t you?
Lorna: I’ll come with you.
Peter: You can’t.
Lorna: Don’t tell me I can’t, Peter! That’s our son!
Peter: You need to stay here! To keep Beatrice safe and in case Milo turns up! Our roles are decided here. There’s no two ways about it.
Lorna: You’re right.
Lorna: Get our boy and get back here alive, all right? Promise me
Peter: I promise.
Peter: I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!
Peter: No offence, ladies, but I’m not gonna stay and chat…
Voice from Outside: HELP ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE!
Lorna: Oh, god… is that…?
Lorna: OK, Beatrice, Mummy’s gotta help a friend. You get in the box, OK? Do what you do when you play hide and seek with Milo.
Lorna: That’s it! Now stay and there until Mummy comes to get you! Good girl!
Joyce: Lorna, please, you’ve gotta help me!
Lorna: Get inside!
Lorna: They’re dead! Now c’mon! Hurry!
Lorna: I’m so glad you’re all right, Joyce! Was that your husband outside?
Joyce: My Gilbert, yes. I don’t understand this. Our town… our beautiful Winterhodge Hollow… all gone to hell!
Lorna: Well, the important thing is that you’re OK.
Joyce: I’m not. I feel sick, Lorna.
Joyce: Gilbert… he passed away. I watched him die… and then I sat with him. But then out of no where, he came back. I tried to get through to him but whatever that thing is, it is not my Gilbert! When I was escaping from him… he got me…
Joyce: He got a finger.
Lorna: Oh… oh, Joyce…
Joyce: It was only a small bite, though!
Lorna: Yeah! It’s a miracle you weren’t mauled!
Lorna: We need to go into the bedrooms.
Peter: I don’t know… how much more… of this… I can take!
Peter: Just leave me alone you stupid – wah!?
Peter: ARGH, DAMMIT! WAIT! NO! NO! NO!
Sean: All right, lad?
Peter: I’m sorry, Franny…
Sean: Coming for me, are ya? Well, you know what?
Sean: FUCK YOU!
Sean: And the fuck the chariot from hell ya rode here on!
Peter: I never thought I’d be happy to see your ugly face!
Sean: Charming. Is that how you talk to the fella who just saved ya life?
Peter: No. I’m grateful. Thank you.
Sean: Ah, it’s no bother, lad. What you doing out on the streets?
Peter: Looking for my boy. He’s missing. You seen him?
Sean: I’m sorry to hear that but no. You shouldn’t be off looking on your own. People need to stick together. I’ll help you find your little lad, and maybe as a thank you, you can hook me up with some booze? After all, we’re both on the search for something.
Peter: Sure. I could use the help. Not that I agree with you comparing my son to alcohol or anything, but you have your baby and I have mine.
Peter: I’m surprised you’re not hiding out at The Acorn.
Sean: Damn place was overrun. Those fuckers took down all the regulars. I was the only one that got out.
Peter: Oh. That’s awful.
Sean: I’m not gonna lie to ya and I’m sure you don’t wanna hear this, but searching for your boy…
Peter: Is gonna be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Yes, I know.
Sean: You just need to prepare yourself is all I’m saying. I’ve seen kids… who are ya know… like these dead fuckers.
Peter: I don’t wanna consider that prospect, Sean, OK?
Sean: Aye. Sorry. Anyway, where would your son be likely to go?
Peter: I have an idea.
Sean: No offence to your little boy but what kind of kid loves a library?
Peter: He likes stories.
Sean: Yeah, well, feels like we’re in one right now.
Peter: Tell me about it.
Sean: Some fucked up Stephen King horror or some shit.
Sean: I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we got a problem.
Peter: I know.
Sean: I’m almost out of ammo.
Peter: I didn’t mean that.
Sean: What did ya mean?
Peter: We got some followers.
Sean: Oh, Lord above. Do they ever get bored?
Peter: Apparently not. I think we should run.
Peter: We’re almost there!
Sean: And thank Christ for that!
Peter: There’s more of them over by the restrooms!
Sean: Going for a piss is out of the question then, eh?
Sean: Oh, Mother Mary!
Sean: I hope those doors aren’t locked, or we’re gonna be in a right fuckin’ pickle!
Peter: Thank God!
Sean: Help me pull out these chairs; give the doors some extra strength.
Sean: Gotta have a rest. I’m not used to all this running. I’m knackered.
Peter: You think they’ll be able to break through?
Sean: For now? No. But after a while? Probably.
Peter: They’re strong enough?
Sean: They seem as thick as two short planks but they’re determined little buggers. I’ll give ‘em that.
Sean: Ya hear that?
Peter: Milo? Is that you, buddy? It’s Dad! Milo?
Voice: Well, well, well…
Man: Looks like we’re not the only people stuck in this hellhole.
Man: Welcome to the same boat, folks.