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- We interrupt this broadcast with a

message from the Federal Emergency Management System.

Local residents are advised to immediately

tune into local news outlets.

- We're obviously looking at a very-

disturbing live shot here.

We're working on-

Can someone get a hold of Sean?

Okay.

We've got the producer on the phone.

Sean, we're on the air now.

What can you tell us?

- They're all over my screens, Lynn.

They're-they're all over the city.

They're, oh my god.

- Sean?

- Residents of the United States

are strongly encouraged to take the following precautions

to avoid detection.

Sanitize and cover all open wounds.

Barricade all windows and doors.

Stay inside after dark,

and clean up any traces of blood.

- Joan?

Red fire station.

Plenty of food, water-

Look for the barricade

in the high school parking lot.

All are welcome.

- Oh!

Okay. Drawing here.

- Sorry.

- You okay?

- Bad dream.

- Again?

- You weren't there when I woke up.

I panicked.

- I can't hover 24/7.

I have things to do.

- Like what?

All you do is sit there and listen to the radio.

- Someone has to do it.

- Stupid.

- Hmm?

- All you do is sit and listen to the radio

so you can work on that.

- So?

- What's the point?

- I don't know.

Does there have to be a point?

It's something to do that isn't totally meaningless.

- A tree?

- No, not the tree.

The drawing.

Why do you care?

- I don't.

Doesn't change anything.

- Go bother Mom.

- I can't.

She's sulking.

- Oh.

It's just a room, Soph.

- No, it's not.

- I was thinking about her earlier.

While sketching.

- Mom?

- No.

Taylor.

You can almost see her trying to dance under it.

Sophie!

- Why would you do that?

I don't,

can't.

- Soph.

- Joan.

- Stay here.

- Joan!

- Stay put.

Soph.

Soph.

Sophie?

Soph, you there?

Sophie?

- I'm here.

- I-I need your help.

- Are you with Mom?

- Upstairs.

Bathroom.

- Okay.

- Get a bag.

- What?

- A bag.

- Wait, why?

- I-

- No. - Soph.

- No.

- Sophie.

In the corner, under Dad's duffel bag, there's another.

- It's better they don't come out.

- The bag, Soph.

The black one.

You got it?

- Yeah.

- Grab some bleach.

- Joan?

Joan?

- Hey, hey.

We can clean up after we clean inside.

We don't have a lot of time.

She must have wanted to see outside.

Before.

You all done?

It'll go quicker if you help.

We don't have much time.

Come on.

Come on!

Just grab the corners.

- Okay.

- I can't!

- We have to.

Just grab the corners.

The sooner we go, the sooner we'll get back.

- It's too late!

- Not if we're fast, okay?

Just come on.

- No!

Don't hurt her!

- Sophie.

- We can wait til tomorrow.

- Remember what happened to Dad?

- The fence, it'll keep us safe!

- It's just a deterrent.

It won't stop a hungry one.

- It will, it will!

Please let me turn it on!

Please.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

- I'll radio in when I'm back and inside the fence.

Then you can turn it on.

- It's too late.

- I'll be quick.

Just keep your headset on.

- Come in, Joan.

Hello, Joan?

- Sophie, turn the fence back on.

There, hold her down!

- Wait!

- Joan?

I turned it back on.

Are you here yet?

Joan?

Joan?

Joan?

Is that you?

- Infinite complacency, men went to and fro

over this globe about their little affairs.

Hello?

- Joan?

Come in, Joan!

You there?

- Can someone come get me?

I won't complain or slow you down.

Anyone?

- No one gave a thought

to the older worlds of space

as sources-

- Joan?

Come in, Joan.

- I was curious to recall

some of the members-

of those departed-

- Joan?

You there?

Joan, come in!

- I-I can't.

No.

I won't.

I'm going to kill myself.

Ah.

There.

I said it.

Go now to be reunited with Barbara and Richard,

who was the first to go.

Bastard always was the lucky one.

I can't think of anyone else

I'd wanna waste my breath on.

I buried what's left of him in the backyard.

I just needed it to stop following us,

but it never stops!

This isn't a cry for help.

I just need someone to clean up the mess.

- I began to explain my view of our position.

He listened at first,

but as I went on, the interest dawning in his eyes

gave place to the former stare,

and his regard wandered from me.

"This must be the beginning of the end," he said,

interrupting me.

"The end, the great and terrible day of the Lord."

"Be a man," said I.

"You're scared out of your wits.

"What good is religion if it collapses under calamity?

"Do you think God has exempted Waybridge?

"He is not an insurance agent."

For a time, he sat in blank silence.

"But how can we escape?" He asked suddenly.

"They are invulnerable.

"They are pitiless."

Those in Redding, Bricker, and Red County,

seek immediate shelter.

I ain't shitting you, kids.

This neighborhood is under attack.

Anyone within 20 miles of lat long 34 negative 92

is gonna get a mouthful.

They're dropping canisters.

The lat long is 34 negative 92.

Turn your songbooks to 34 negative 92.

ETA is, well, right about now.

I'm guessing H12 gas, so be sure and seal up any cracks.

It's nasty stuff.

But a few gulps won't kill you, I think.

Or was that H13?

Ah.

Either way, you're gonna get one hell of a rash.

All right.

Should be over now.

Anybody make it?

Any survivors in or around Bricker, Red, or Redding?

This isn't a trick.

It's just nice to know that someone's listening.

Fine.

Didn't wanna talk to you anyways.

Sorry.

Just, uh, the only one.

And it gets old.

It's currently 78 degrees, dewpoint of 72.

We had this storm the other day.

Looks like it'll be the only one for a while.

What do I know?

My NOAA weather radio went out years ago.

I just make this shit up.

F- a duck!

What-what, hold on.

I don't know that.

Just a sec.

Are you there?

Hello? Hello?

You still there?

Please.

This-this is Joe.

My name is Joe.

Are you there?

Oh yes.

How are you still breathing?

Oh, so you're military.

Anyone else with you?

You don't, you don't gotta answer that.

Me, holed up in a library,

surrounded by moldy books.

That's probably why I got this cough.

I assume you heard my reading.

What do you think?

Oh.

Well.

I don't normally take requests, but,

but I could make an exception.

So long as it's something we both can enjoy.

Any suggestions?

"And so the prince traveled from his father's kingdom,

"taking only his birthright and his two hunting dogs.

"Now, El Misser, Miss,"

I'm just gonna call the young prince

El Mariachi, or something.

I can't pronounce, I mean,

how's a kid supposed,.

"El Mariachi sang arrogant songs of victories yet to be,

"and to ward off the darkness, his dogs howled

"alongside him, but their howling stopped

"once they neared the gates of Loesch.

"The dark gates flashed with fire and echoed thunder.

"El Mariachi shielded his eyes,

"and his dogs cowered low.

"Nearby, an old hermit, who had watched the young prince

"approached and called out, 'I would go no further

"'if I were you, El Mariachi, for the land beyond

"'is the domain of the Dark Ones.

"'You have not seen them, but they see you.

"'They hunger for chaos and pain, your pain.

"'Already, they are perched upon the gates,

"their fangs dripping blood'-"

"To mash and grind your furry friends

"into dogling soup."

Did you miss something?

Don't you have a backup generator or something?

There you go then.

Now don't interrupt.

This is very therapeutic for me.

"Withholding his anger, El Mariachi reminded the old man,

"'Nothing you say will dissuade me.'

"The hermit looked down and said, 'Very well.

"'If you must go, I shall bless you

"'with a gift.'

What the hell does that mean?

You have an electric fence?

Are you wanting me to stop until you get back?

I don't know what you want.

You have a generator, right?

I can wait until you come back.

Hello?

Okay.

I'm gonna keep reading, then.

"'What gift could you bestow on a noble prince

"'as brave as I?'

"'Your birthright may have brought you here,'

"the hermit spoke.

"'But common men beset by foes

"'need other tricks and powers.

"'If the dark ones catch you, they will kill you.'

"The hermit pulled a ringlet from his cloak

"and gave it to the prince.

"'But first, they must catch you.'"

"He gagged as the rancid odor filled his nostrils."

- Joe?

- A kid?

Hello?

- It's me.

- The-the army guy?

- That's my dad.

- Well, where's he?

- He's, I need your help with this generator.

- Oh, okay.

Sure, uh.

Um.

- What do I do first?

- Is there a button?

- Yeah.

- Push it three or four times,

and then pull the cord.

Run, kid!

- I'm bleeding.

- Cover it up, quick.

- It's inside.

- It'll find you if you don't get

that bleeding stopped.

It-it can't be anywhere near blood.

You gotta cover the blood smell.

You still there, kid?

- I think it's gone.

- All good?

- Yeah.

- Damn, kid.

- It's still out there.

It's trapped inside the fence.

What do I do?

- I wouldn't turn it off.

Especially if it's making a fuss.

You don't wanna attract more.

Hey, hey.

Don't fret.

Come sunrise, it'll-it'll hide out somewhere,

and you can, you can board everything back up.

No trouble.

- What if it hides inside the house?

- It won't.

- How do you know?

- It just won't, okay?

Joe knows things.

It's late, kid.

Best thing to do now, just-just get some sleep.

You good, kid?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Good.

So, uh, are you,

I mean, is there-is there anyone with you?

Your-your dad, or a-

- No.

- Oh.

Sorry, it's, it's just,

well, it's been a while since I've talked to anyone.

I-I was hoping,

well, never mind.

Hey, you must be pretty tough, huh?

- I don't know.

- Well, if you're making it on your own,

you're like El Mariachi.

- What?

- The young prince, taking on the Dark Ones of Loesch.

That's it.

You are a badass little prince.

- I'm a girl.

- Irrelevant.

You, uh, cool with the story?

The-the book?

- What?

Yeah, I guess.

- Big mess in there?

- Yeah.

- Is it all right if I stay on the air

while you fix things up?

- Sure.

- Uh, everything okay?

- Sorry.

- You wanna talk about it.

- No, not really.

- Okay.

I'm glad we switched the books.

In the other one, the ending,

it's a tad too convenient.

Not how real life works.

Don't know if he'll make it in the end,

but El Mariachi seems to be having a good time.

I mean, sure, he's scared shitless,

but at least he's got those dogs.

- We've got nobody.

- You got me.

- I don't even know you.

- Well, I got you.

How about that?

- Why do you even bother?

- With what?

Talking to you?

- Reading.

- Why do you listen?

- That's not an answer.

- Maybe I just like to read.

Does there have to be a reason?

- I don't know.

My sister said the same thing.

She likes to draw.

- Hmm, so what do you do?

- What do you mean?

- Well, you don't read or draw,

so what do you do?

- I never said I don't do those things.

- Well, do you?

- Not anymore.

- But you did?

- I guess.

- Okay, so why?

- That's different.

That was before.

- Then what's wrong with now?

I like now.

- You're insane!

How can you say that?

We've got nobody.

We're just sitting here waiting to die.

- When has that ever not been the case?

- What?

- We're all dying, kid.

Whether it's here, 20 years ago,

or 100 years from now, we're all waiting to die.

- It's not the same.

- It's all relative.

The linchpin is how we get through it.

I guess that's why I read.

You want me to start?

Kid?

- Sure.

- Okay.

"They set up camp near the cliff's edge.

"Even in the under lands, the stars twinkled earnestly,

"lulling the prince to sleep."

- When they catch you, they will kill you.

But first, they must catch you.

Joe, are you here?

Come in, Joe.

El Mariachi calling in for Joe.

Joe, are you here?

- Joe here.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- No.

They're everywhere.

And I'm scared.

- Hey, you're safe, kid.

You've got that fence.

- No.

Nothing can survive out there.

They kill everything.

- What's going on?

Did something happen?

- They're everywhere.

There's no way she's alive.

They got her.

- Whoa, hold on.

You-you don't know that.

- But I-

- But you don't know that.

You're guessing.

Just breathe.

- They must have.

They got everyone else.

- Um, I'm sorry, kid, but listen.

You've got your pal, Joe.

I'm here.

- I know.

- No seriously.

You and me.

We're friends.

Right?

Right, kid?

- Yeah, of course.

- Then you shouldn't give up hope.

Never give up hope.

You got that?

- Yeah.

- I mean, I had to hope for a long time

that someone was listening when I read.

And there you were.

Speaking of listening, have I lost you?

- Does Redding have a library?

- What?

I don't know.

Never been.

Probably.

- What about Bricker?

- What are you getting at?

- We're friends, right Joe?

- I just said that.

- Well, I need your help.

- Okay, uh.

- The generator's almost out,

and I have no more gas.

- You'll have to set a few traps, then.

Not too hard.

You've got a few days of power left.

No problem.

- Well, I have another idea.

- Oh?

- Well if you're in the area, and I'm in the area,

then maybe-

- Kid, uh, kid,

I don't have any gas.

And even if I did-

- Not gas, you.

- I, I-

- My name's Sophie, and I need you to get me

before the fence goes out.

- I-

- North 35 degrees-

- What are you doing?

- 42 minutes, 48.5 seconds.

West 91-

- Stop, Sophie.

Don't! - 44 minutes, 4.2 seconds.

There.

Now you have to come.

- I-I could be 1000 miles away

in another country.

- But you're not.

- You can't just give out your location.

Who knows who's listening in?

- You're listening!

Come on, Joe.

Come get me.

- Sophie.

What you've got there is better than I'll ever have.

You've gotta tough it out on your own.

- Why?

Why won't you come?

- I can't.

- You won't!

I thought you said we were friends!

That we had each other's backs!

- We do, but this isn't one of our stories, kid

- What's that supposed to mean?

Joe?

Joe?

Don't leave me.

Joe?

- Look, before all this mess, I did stunts.

- Joe, I-

- Don't talk over me, kid.

Don't talk.

You listen.

We were doing a biopic on Evel Knievel.

It was a shit picture.

But I still had 10 buses to jump.

And I fudged it.

Tore a rotary cuff.

Slipped a disc.

Fractured my skull.

Nothing time couldn't mend, and pills couldn't numb,

but I learned real quick, I-I like my oxycodone.

A year or later, I was hooked on smack.

When I lost a place to ride out the high,

I'd shoot up at the legal injection site downtown.

Next thing I know, crumpled in a corner,

dizzy as hell, and I can't feel my legs.

And crammed into that corner for 48 hours,

the blood in my legs had poisoned.

To save my life, they had to, uh,

I'm a cripple.

Don't even have a wheelchair.

There's no way I'm coming for you.

- You can't get me?

- Kid.

What you've got there is special.

You're better off than most.

- I can't do this.

No!

No, no, no!

This is too much!

I'm gonna die here!

They're gonna kill me!

They're all gonna- - Hey, hey.

Don't go there.

You're gonna be fine.

Just take a breath.

- Once the generator's out, they'll come.

In a couple of months, I'll be out of food.

What happens then?

I can't hunt!

They're hunting me!

- Whoa, whoa.

Slow down. - They can't be stopped.

They'll follow me forever and ever.

- You're gonna fudge the jump.

- What?

- You gotta take it one bus at a time.

That's where I screwed up.

Thought of it all together and lost control.

Same with kicking the habit.

You get too far down the line,

and it's just too many damn buses.

You gotta take it a day at a time.

Don't line them up.

That kinda thinking gets you killed.

- What should I do then?

- Your dad was in the Army, right?

- Marines.

- I'm just a stuntman,

but I know my way around explosives.

Down.

- Down.

- Hold.

Up. - Up.

- Down. - Down.

- Hold. - Hold.

- Up. - Up.

- Down. - Down.

- You're not doing them anymore.

"But as all men do, even kings, El Mariachi grew

"long in years.

"His joints began to ache,

"and his vision blurred.

"Even on warm summer nights, his teeth rattled,

"and his shoulders shook.

"And in his final time, he whispered to those around him,

"'I am afraid, but undespairing.

"'I am weak, but more prepared than ever I have been

"'in all my life.'

"Then El Mariachi proclaimed, 'I see them

"'preparing my way, singing songs we borrowed from them

"'long ago, and my dogs.

"'I see my dogs.'

"And when King El Mariachi realized his time to come,

"he swiftly turned to meet that unknown land

"of wonderful dangers."

- That's it?

- That's it.

- That was good.

- It was.

- Thanks, Joe.

- Sure.

Tonight's the night?

- Yeah.

- What's for dinner?

- Beans.

- You're gonna be fine.

- I know.

Before all of this,

I didn't tell you, but I had a little sister.

Her name was Taylor.

She loved to dance, but she was horrible.

Always stumbling around, for hours.

Eventually, she'd fall down,

totally exhausted, and start wailing.

I'd get so mad at her when she did that.

One time,

the last time,

I told her to give up.

That she'd never figure it out.

She was too clumsy and too slow.

If I'd known she'd be gone-

- You couldn't have known.

- But she gave up when it mattered most.

I told her to give up.

- You can't think like that.

- Well, it's true.

- Even if it is, you gotta let it go.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- I just can't, okay?

- It's a choice, you know?

Sophie, you're choosing to suffer.

- You think I'm choosing to?

You think I'm choosing this?

You think I wanna feel bad about this?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Sophie!

- Joan?

- What's wrong?

- Get out here, and we'll play nice!

- Sophie?

- They've got her.

- They?

How many?

- At least three.

- Bad guys?

- Yeah.

- You need a plan.

- I'ma count to three!

Three!

- What did you do?

- It wasn't me!

- Shotgun.

Grab it.

- Don't let her escape!

- They're inside.

- Hiding place.

Go.

- I'm gonna kill her!

- Are you safe?

- Yeah.

I think we got one.

- Okay.

If we wait for them to clean up the mess-

- They've got Joan.

- I know.

But we've got to-

- No, they locked her in the storm cellar.

And I can get in the cellar and-

- Hey, we know you're up there!

- I think there's only two left.

- That's one too many.

We need to wait.

- I'm done hiding, Joe.

- We've got to play it safe.

It's dark.

And if the trap worked,

there's-there's bound to be blood.

Lots of blood.

You know what that means.

- Hey!

Hey!

Shit!

- What did you do?

You're gonna get yourself killed!

- That trick only works once-

- Whoa, stop!

- She killed Rick!

She killed him.

You killed him!

- Shelly, we've got bigger fish to fry-

- Shut up!

- It's dark now, and there's-there's a body.

- What's another blood bag- - Stop!

- Don't touch her!

- No more blood.

- You gave away your position.

- Joan, I-

- Oh come here.

- Here, sit down.

- They found me at the fence.

Morons didn't realize 50 more feet

would have led them here.

- I'm sorry I didn't go with you.

- Either way.

- Sorry.

- No, you're fine.

You're fine.

Just the soap stings.

- You're alive.

Here.

Come on.

- No. - Joan.

- It's fine, it's fine. - Give me your arm.

- I never said a word.

I kept you safe.

Not even Rick could break me.

Then you went and blabbed on the radio.

- I'm sorry.

- Save it.

What good is sketching anyway?

Still got my left.

- I hung your sketches up.

In Taylor's room.

- I didn't think you'd ever step foot in there.

- Joe helped.

- Who?

- Joe.

- Oh.

The jerk responsible for this?

No.

Not Joe.

You.

What were you thinking?

- I had to reach out to somebody, Joan.

I can't do this on my own.

We're together now.

That's something, right?

- She always had a bump on the left side of her head.

Remember?

- It's not her fault.

- She was so upset when her tap shoes came in,

'cause they were two different colors,

and-

Easy!

The UPS guy shows up, and she comes screaming

at the front door.

Really freaked the guy out.

I mean, she opened the box with her teeth.

The-the left one, with the orthopedic lift,

it was that nasty beige.

And the right one was-

- Pink.

She hated them.

- Yeah.

She almost gave up on dancing

right there on the front porch.

She never was very good on her feet.

Soph.

You gotta let her go.

- I know.

- She's gone.

- No.

She's still running.

- Oh, Sophie.

Hey.

Come on.

You know, I used to think that you and Mom were the same.

But I was wrong.

- What do you mean?

- Mom wasn't made for this world.

She was a goner before it even started.

Not you, though.

So, how many did you get?

- Hmm?

- Outside.

How many did you kill?

- One.

- Not bad.

- Joe helped.

So what happens next?

They gonna kill us?

- They won't touch a hair on your head.

Do you understand?

I won't let them.

- Neither will I.

We're gonna get out of this.

You and me, together.

- You are so, so brave.

- Joan?

- Yeah?

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

- Come on.

- Don't.

- Just her!

- Sophie.

Sophie, stay put!

Stay put.

- No!

Joan!

Joan!

Close that door!

Joan!

Joan!

Joan!

Joan, no, no, no, no, no!

What am I supposed to do?

- Sophie.

I'm scared.

- We can get away, come on!

- I'm scared.

Don't leave.

Don't-don't leave. - I'm not gonna leave.

- Don't leave me.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Joan.

You were wrong, I'm not brave.

- You there?

Sophie.

Hello?

- Joe? - Hello?

- Sophie?

- Joe, I can't find you.

- Hello?

- Joe?

- Come on.

- Something happened.

- Kid-kid.

You're alive.

- It just keeps coming.

- What's coming?

- Everything.

I can't run anymore.

Joe!

- You're-you're not making any sense.

- You just don't get it, Joe.

There's no reason for any of this.

We were, we were so close.

And you had that leg, and you couldn't run.

I couldn't slow down.

I was too afraid.

- Kid.

- I should've done something!

They were too fast.

- Sophie.

- I couldn't stop.

And they got her.

And Mom saw everything that happened.

And I just ran.

I couldn't slow down.

And I heard them, and I heard her.

Why do I keep running?

Joe, I'm so tired.

I'm so tired, Joe.

What do I do?

- You're strong, Sophie.

You're strong.

You're stronger than all of them.

And maybe your sister wasn't quick on her feet.

But you are.

- I loved her.

- I know.

- I loved all of them.

I can't do this!

- Sophie.

- Joan's dead!

- Jesus.

- I just found her again,

and she's already gone forever!

First Taylor, then Mom.

And now, I don't know how to do this.

- Kid.

- I don't know how to do this!

- Sophie.

- I don't know how.

- What do you not know how to do?

- I-

- I'm here, kid.

- I don't know how to live without them.

There's no point.

- They aren't around anymore.

But you are.

There's meaning in that.

- I'm scared.

- It's scary out there, and painful.

I should know.

But I'm here, and I'm alive.

And you are, too.

- I don't wanna be.

- Sophie, I,

I can't make you believe life's worth living.

That's up to you.

But I can choose to take it one day at a time,

to make a life worth waking up for,

and I-I can promise you this.

Whatever you decide, I'll be here in the morning,

listening in.

- Joe?

- Yeah?

- Could you stay with me tonight?

- Sure, kiddo.

I'm here.

- Hey, Joe?

- Yeah, kid?

- I'm coming for you.

- Be swift, little prince.