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I hurt. |
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HELEN: |
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We may not enjoy living together, but
dying together isn't going to solve anything. |
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HARRY: |
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Look! You two can do whatever you like!
I'm going back down to the cellar, and you'd |
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better decide! 'Cause I'm gonna board up
that door, and I'm not going to unlock it |
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again no matter what happens!
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BEN: |
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I'm telling you they can't get IN here! |
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HARRY: |
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And I'm telling you they turned over our
car! We were damn lucky to get away at all! |
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Now you're telling me these things can't
get through a lousy pile of wood? |
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BEN: |
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You know a place back down the road
called Beekman's? Beekman's Diner? Anyhow, |
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that's where I found that truck I have
out there. There's a radio in the truck. I jumped |
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in to listen, when a big gasoline truck
came screaming right across the road! There |
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must've been ten, fifteen of those
things chasing after it, grabbing and holding on. Now, |
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I didn't see them at first. I could just
see that the truck was moving in a funny way. |
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Those things were catching up to it.
Truck went right across the road. I slammed on my |
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breaks to keep from hitting it myself.
It went right through the guard rail! I guess - guess |
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the driver must've cut off the road into
that gas station by Beekman's Diner. It went right |
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through the billboard, ripped over a gas
pump, and never stopped moving! By now it |
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was like a moving bonfire! Didn't know
if the truck was going to explode or what. I still |
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hear the man... screaming. These things,
just backing away from it! I looked back at the |
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diner to see if - if there was anyone
there who could help me. That's when I noticed that |
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the entire place had been encircled.
There wasn't a sign of life left, except... by now, |
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there were no more screams. I realized
that I was alone, with fifty or sixty of those things |
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just... standing there, staring at me! I
started to drive, I - I just plowed right through |
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them! They didn't move! They didn't run,
or... they just stood there, staring at me! I just |
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wanted to crush them! And they scattered
through the air, like bugs. |
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