"Conchita." "Conchita?" "Oh, God, kill me now." "You should hear what this windbag is saying." "No, no I can't, if anything happens it's my ass on the line." "Yeah, but we made an arrangement weeks ago." "I mean, we had an understanding, didn't we, that I would be driving the bus today?" "No, no, nobody drives the bus but me, OK?" "There's safety and insurance issues and if Administration ever found out..." "Are you worried about Administration finding out about me driving the bus or are you worried about administration finding out about your beer franchise for the football team?" "Or the magazines?" "Or the way you rent out your office by the..." "OK!" "Alright, OK, now that you mention all those things..." "again, just have it back by six, with no dents or fatalities, please." "I wanna' go to Quattro Stagione." "I wanna' fly on the jet, it's your company, right?" "If we fly commercial, I have to show them my id." "Janice, do you have Zeke's number?" "Never mind." "Mr. Whitney, what's up?" "Time, Mr. Guthrie, time is up." "Why are we always, always waiting for you?" "Hmm." "You know, that's food for thought." "Really." "So why don't you pick up your backpack, get on the bus and start thinking." "Alright!" "Sounds good." "OK, people, let's go!" "Permission slips!" "Here's mine, Mr. Whitney." "Thank you, Janice." "Jessica, can it!" "God has spoken." "I gotta' go." "Cosmo!" "Jock!" "Let's move!" "Cosmo, are you wearing sandals?" "I told you hiking boots or sneakers." "Are you on crack?" "I don't want to stay home with a DVD." "We never watch the movie." "Lopez!" "Get your ass on the bus!" "Ana Maria." "What are you doing here?" "Hey, looky here, Ezekiel's must be failing too." "I went way out on a limb to give you this chance and now I'm getting attitude." "Well, the attitude is going to stop!" "Alright, you either get with the program or your get out of the program." "Am I making myself clear?" "Pick it up." "OK, unless anybody has anything else they need to do." "Whitney?" "Yes, Jessica." "I gotta' pee." "Mr. Whitney?" "Is this piece of crap supposed to go this fast?" "We're late; we have to make up time." "It's a geology field trip." "How can we be late?" "Won't that shit, like, be the same whether we get there in two hours or a million years?" "We have a lot of data to gather in a very short period of time." "Unless you'd rather go back to the site on another Saturday?" "Mr. Whitney, why don't we just collect all the data on all the sticky crap on the floor of this thing?" "So gross." "Turn the hose on 'em." "Is that legal on a public school bus?" "What's going on back there?" "Nothing, sir." "Nothin', sir." "Cosmo." "Up front." "But I didn't do anything." "Now!" "Hoe, hoe, hoe." "Bite me." "Mr. Whit-neee?" "Yes, Jessica?" "Will you turn on the fucking air." "Language?" "I thought you were Mr. Cool Teacher." "There's a time and a place for everything," "Jessica, including that word, and this is neither." "OK." "Will you please turn on the air conditioning?" "There isn't any." "I'm in geek hell." "What am I doing in this rolling sauna?" "You're trying to pass the course, Jessica." "At least it'll be cool in the cave, right Mr. Whitney?" "AT LEAST I have a life." "AT LEAST I have something better to do with my Saturdays than kiss teacher ass." "You feel like walking back, Jessica?" "It's only about seventy miles of hot dirt and rattlesnakes, 'cause I've already had it up to here with your act, and the day hasn't even started yet." "By the way, it's my Saturday too." "Gray's Anatomy, huh?" "What's that for?" "Premed." ""Premed"?" "Oakley has premed?" "It's an online college prep course." "Which I'm sure you're getting an "A" in,right?" "So?" "Wow, that guy's really messed up." "It's a woman." "She's, like, visible." "That would be the point." "Does she have visible boobs?" "Why do you have to be such an Oakley idiot?" "Alright, it's a fragile environment, so keep your feet on the path and not on the bushes." "Thanks, Ana Maria." "You're welcome." "OK, equipment check!" "Helmets." "Picks." "Stow the tunes, Anthony." "You will now go through your equipment with the rest of us." "Don't ever touch my shit, man." "Alright." "It's going to be a hundred and fifteen out here in about two hours." "Do you want to hike back to the bus?" "By the way, the tough guy act isn't fooling anyone, son." "I ain't your fuckin' son." "OK." "Picks?" "Flashlights?" "Extra batteries?" "Containers for samples?" "Notebooks?" "Sack lunches?" "You got 'em in there." "Water bottles?" "Alright, let's go." "Cosmo?" "Helmet--goes on the head." "It smells funny." "Headlights on when it gets dark, and watch your heads." "OK, once again, we want to disturb the environment as little as possible." "Watch where you put your hands, some of these minerals are pretty sharp." "It's hard to walk in here." "Why the rest of us are wearing hiking boots and sneakers." "How far does it go?" "It hasn't all been explored." "But today we'll be working about a hundred feet below the desert." "You OK?" "Fine." "I don't see in the dark so good." "In fact in my own research here I've discovered several species that are unique to this particular ecosystem." "Now what you're seeing here is only a fraction of the underground network." "It's amazing, like seeing the world's heart." "You could spend a lifetime documenting it." "Or you could have a life." "What the hell are you doing?" "Fuck you." "Alright, what is going on back there?" "The moron's still wearing his sunglasses." "Bitch." "OK, alright, just take 'em off, you'll still be cool." "Lopez, are you going to join the rest of the class or not?" "Well..." "OK, then." "Let's go!" "You got a problem?" "No." "OK." "This will be our base, and we'll split up into teams," "Each responsible for collecting and cataloging mineral samples from their area, as well as any signs of life." "That'd be bone, hair, skin or scat." "What's scat?" "Poop." "Gross." "What are we supposed to do with it?" "That's what these little bags are for." "There aren't any gloves." "How we s'posed to pick it up?" "With your lips." "Dude." "Thank you, Mr. Guthrie for yet another constructive contribution." "OK, you all have worksheets with predominant minerals, and there's a five point bonus for any samples that are not on the list." "Are there any questions?" "Yeah, where's Anthony?" "Anthony?" "Anthony?" "Jessica." "He was behind you." "We're supposed to be watching out for each other." "Do you remember that?" "Excuse me?" "Last time I checked you were the teacher." "Shit." "Uh, OK, Ana Maria, you and Zeke will work through there." "Jessica, you and Cosmo will work this passage here." "No way." "You can't put me with her." "Mr. Whitney, me and Coz are a team." "Oh, I'll be sure to make a note of that." "Janice, you and Jock will work the area in between." "And Janice, you're in charge, because you're the one who understands the project." "Be thorough." "Do not stray too far, and I'll be back as soon as I can." "I just hope the knucklehead didn't try to find the way out on his own." "Get to work!" "That loser's probably hiding just to freak everybody out." "He's not so bad." "Not so bad?" "Alright, well the guy's been kicked out about like six times and repeated, like, two grades." "He's gotta' be, like, thirty." "The only thing you know about him is how he looks." "Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot." "Forgot what?" "He's one of your people." ""MY people?" Right." "Remind me to show you my prison tatoos." "You know, now that would be interesting." "Ignoramus." "OK, look, I didn't mean anything by that." "Alright, it's just weird how you're always defending him," "like you know him." "He was the first kid I met when we moved here." "My parents used to tease him that he was my boyfriend." "He was actually kind of sweet." "Yeah, well you don't get in gangs for being sweet, do you?" "He's not in any gang." "It's all a big show." "Alright, then what about getting kicked out for fighting?" "Huh?" "What about the knife?" "Did you see the knife?" "Did you even see the fight?" "That's a note from home." "I can't believe I already broke a nail?" "This day is so screwed." "I can't believe I got the skank for my lab partner." "Like you're the Virgin Mary." "These rocks are pretty." "Yeah, for sparkly dirt." "Hold up." "God." "Do you know what these cost?" "Like I give a shit." "You are so jealous." "Yeah, I'm real jealous." "Well, he did dump you." "That what he told you?" "You're saying you dumped him?" "Whatever." "Well, did you?" "What?" "Break up with him?" "There was nothing to break up." "I wanted in his pants, and once I got in, I wanted out." "Ever notice Jock ain't exactly addicted to bathing?" "Are you, like, the world's biggest bitch?" "Fuck this." "Where are you going?" "Something came up, if you catch the drift of my meaning." "Jock!" "We're supposed to be a team." "Idiot." "This looks like a good place to start." "Man, you're jumpy." "I told you - I don't see in the dark very well." "My eyes play tricks." "It creeps me out sometimes." "You know, it is kinda' spooky down here." "Who knows what evil lurks?" "Yeah, right." "Hey, where you going?" "I'm just going to freshen up a little bit." "Coz!" "So, we hookin' up or what?" "No." "You should check this out." "I think I found some gold." "Where are you going?" "Look at this!" "Come here." "Come on." "Fuck." "This sucks." "Cosmo!" "Jock!" "God damn you." "That isn't funny, you assholes." "Jock, if you think that's funny, it isn't...funny." "Zeke?" "Who...who's there?" "C'mon, it was a joke." "That went well." "Now what are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" "You're supposed to be making up your grade and you're reading science fiction?" "It isn't science fiction." "It says it's about a Martian." "Yeah, but Stranger In A Strange Land is science fiction" "like Catch 22's a war story." "What's Catch 22?" "Forget it." "Look, why do you even care anyway?" "Good question." "Seriously." "I mean, what are you even doing here?" "You got to be acing Whitney's class, right?" "Mr. Whitney thinks you're really smart, that you just need to get focused." "I told him I'd try to help you." "Alright, look, I'm sorry, OK?" "I know I be can be a dick sometimes." "No kidding." "That's granite, right?" "Exactly:." "Quartz, Biotite Mica, Potassium Feldspar, and nine or ten other components." "You're really afraid of the dark, aren't you?" "Ever since I was a little girl." "Isn't this the last place you'd want to be?" "Or where I go to get over it." "I guess you saw Jock." "He's such a pig." "And Whitney would give me Little Oral Annie as my lab partner." "There's no way am I gonna' sit back there in the dark by myself." "I know what you mean." "It's creepy being alone down here." "Janice?" "Uh, look, I really need this grade, and, you know, Cosmo's a moron anyway, so maybe this is good thing." "What?" "I mean, maybe..." "you and me, we can be partners." "Sure." "Great!" "So, is this what we got so far?" "I guess." "Great." "Who, like, does your hair?" "Uh, my mother?" "It's pretty." "OK, tell me one thing you saw in her." "Ah, babe, do we have to talk about this now?" "C'mon, one thing." "Well, actually, there were two things." "Screw you, Jock!" "Well, how's that supposed to make me feel?" "Look, I don't know what she said to you, but it never meant anything." "She's a bitch." "That's why I'm with you and not her." "Plus, I like yours better anyway." "You do?" "Well, I may need to do some more research." "Wait." "Stop." "I heard something weird." "Hey." "Hey." "Jock decide to trade partners, or what?" "He left about five minutes after Mr. Whitney left." "That's a big surprise." "Has Mr. Whitney been back?" "Nope." "That's strange." "Yeah, it's been, like, two hours." "Well, should we go look for him?" "So WE can get lost?" "It's weird that he wouldn't come back and check on us." "What the fuck was that?" "It sounded like Mr. Whitney." "Wait." "Slow down -- you're gonna' get us lost." "Do you remember this?" "No." "Which way do we go?" "To the left." "Janice, wait up." "Oh my god." "Shit." "That fucking cholo." "What are you talking about?" "You know what happened here." "He almost stabbed him for unhooking his iPod." "That doesn't prove anything." "It doesn't look good." "He could still be here." "We need to go, now." "Did you hear that?" "Somebody's there." "Oh, shit." "It's him." "Anthony?" "We're fucked." "You mean you're fucked." "He didn't deserve that." "He really cared about you." "I tried to save his ass!" "From what?" "You won't believe me." "I don't believe it." "He is so full of shit." "Shut up!" "Of course, you'd defend him." "What's that supposed to mean?" "What do you think?" "C'mon Jess, that's bullshit." "You know it." "No, this is bullshit." "I'm going home." "Go ahead." "You'll end up just like him." "OK, what happened?" "This should be real interesting, considering you were the only person here." "Why were you out there in the first place?" "I had to piss." "Why didn't you ask us to wait?" "I don't ask nobody for nothin'." "I got to admit I was pretty happy to see him." "He was walkin' right behind me," "and he starts screamin' and there was, like, this weird...big..." "dog thing on him, you know, so I get in its face and it just splits." "He was bleedin' all over the place;" "there was nothin' I could do." "A dog did that?" "Not a regular dog." "Fuck, man, you're gonna' think I totally lost it." "Oh, we already do." "It had...it had wings n' shit." "OK, NOW I'm going home." "You really think you know the way?" "Hello?" "Miss In Charge?" "Can get us out of here?" "I don't know." "Hold on." "We can't leave without Jock and Cosmo." "Then let's fucking go get them." "Anthony?" "Just leave me here." "Look, I don't know what happened." "None of this makes any sense." "But you can't survive in this place by yourself." "You know what a martyr is?" "Like a saint." "Or somebody who just likes to hurt..." "is that what you want?" "'Cause nobody cares." "Sorry." "It's just so dark." "Don't worry, alright?" "We're gonna' be fine." "Guys, our cells!" "We can call for help." "No, we're never gonna' get service down here." "Guys!" "Jock." "Fuckin' Jock." "It happened so fast." "One minute we was makin' it, and then the next there was this...thing." "What the fuck was it?" "Where's Cosmo?" "Cosmo?" "She's...back there." "You left your woman, man?" "That's fucked up, man." "But there was nothing I could...she's gone." "Jock, are you sure?" "Oh, I'm sure." "It wasn't him?" "What the fuck?" "What are you talkin' about?" "Oh my God!" "You still think it was the fuckin' cholo?" "I don't know what happened, but something is definitely not OK." "Look, we have Jock, and it sounds like there's nothing we can do about her, so can we just go now?" "Where's Whitney?" "Holy shit." "What are you doin'?" "Bus keys, unless you want to walk all the way home." "Come on!" "I hate this place." "Hello." "So what was he doing with a gun, oh queen of the ass kissers?" "It wasn't a regular gun, it shoots tranquilizer darts." "He didn't shoot it; it's still loaded." "For about the zillionth time, wasn't this "project" supposed to be about geology?" "The last time he was down here he saw signs of something unusual." "And it wasn't a rock." "No, scat." "Perfect." "So what?" "I mean, stuff lives in caves, right?" "But it didn't fit with the fauna paradigmatic to this ecosystem." "In English, please?" "He thought there might be some kind of animal living down here" "That wouldn't normally be here." "It could be something from the desert that had adapted." "Or even a new species, which would obviously be a big deal if he could," "like, discover it." "Why would he risk our lives like this?" "He wouldn't!" "C'mon, it's Mr. Whitney." "He couldn't have known it would be dangerous." "He had a fucking gun." "Not to kill it -- to capture it." "And he had his camera." "He just wanted to take a picture of it." "He thought it might be shy." "I mean, he's been studying this cave network for years and he never actually saw it." "Well he saw the motherfucker today." "Damn!" "What's wrong?" "I don't remember this." "You said you knew the way." "Yeah, well, it's a guy thing." "We have to go back." "Are you insane?" "That thing is back there?" "So are our backpacks." "We need food, water, spare batteries." "Shit." "Shouldn't we have passed Mr. Whitney by now?" "I don't know, I mean, it all looks the same." "That's the sound we heard before it happened." "Should we go back?" "The batteries are going to die." "We need our packs." "We have to go through there." "Look, I'll take point, alright?" "You guys find something to hit it with." "Like what?" "Well, given the limited selection, I'd say a rock." "Alright, you ready?" "Oh yeah, I'm really fuckin' ready for this." "OK." "It fuckin' dragged him." "Oh, my God!" "This wasn't a dog." "Wait." "I've heard that sound before" "When I was a little girl in Mexico my father used to tease me about some kind of demon, called la chupacabras." "Isn't that, like, a Mexican fairy tale?" "My mother said so, but...that sound." "I had a baby goat, Conchita." "One night I heard her crying out like she was asking for help." "I went to the barn." "Something was there with my goat." "I saw it's eyes, and it made that same sound." "And poor Conchita." "My father said it was a coyote, and I've always wondered if he was right." "But one thing, he brought us here right after that, and never teased me about a chupacabras again." "Well?" "It's a chupa." "You know, those things'll kill you." "You're fuckin' jokin', right?" "I can't go another step." "We're dead." "We're not dead." "We know there's a way out, it's the way we got in." "Worse case scenario when we don't show up, they'll come after us." "Uh, that's another problem." "What do you mean?" "Nobody knows we're here." "Yeah they do;" "we're on a school field trip." "Not exactly an official one." "What?" "Mr. Whitney needed more data for his master's thesis." "He was kinda' having us gather it for him." "But the school knows." "We had permission slips." "He was trying to get us a grant, but he wasn't supposed to use school resources." "They don't know." "He told you this." "Sort of." "I guess there's some advantage to being teacher's little pet." "Big advantage." "Teacher's little pet is in the same boat as the rest of you." "Listen." "Is it here?" "We gotta' go." "Where?" "Every way has six ways off it." "We're just stabbing in the dark here." "We've been climbing for hours;" "we must be close to the surface." "What about air currents?" "How do you tell an air current?" "Follow the smoke." "It's going that way." "Hold this for a sec?" "Hey man, gimme' a leg up." "OK." "There's two openings." "They're both big enough." "I can't climb up there." "Rather go back and wait for our batteries to run out?" "This is fantastic." "Oh, my God." "Disgusting." "Who the hell's baking cookies." "Wasn't me." "It's getting under my nails." "I swear to God something's gonna' eat my feet." "Hold up." "It's blocked!" "Oh my God." "Now what?" "Uh, go back?" "We can't!" "We have too." "Stop!" "I can't breathe!" "Take easy, alright?" "That doesn't help." "Wait!" "There's something's back there!" "GO BACK!" "I can't fuckin' back up!" "Go back!" "Now what?" "The other one?" "No fucking way." "What is this shit?" "Bat guano." "In other words..." "Shit." "It stinks even worse in here." "Why is the ceiling moving?" "Oh, it's just a few million bats." "Can this be any more fucked up?" "Where are my glasses?" "Something's in my hair!" "I got it." "Take it easy." "It's...just...so...dark." "Yo, check it out." "That's where they got out, look." "There's light." "Let's go." "Hey, man, gimme' a leg up." "It's too tight." "But maybe I can call nine-one-one." "It's ringing!" "Nine-one-one." "What is your name and your emergency?" "Hello?" "This is Zeke Guthrie, from Oakley High." "Yeah, we were on a field trip with our science teacher and he's dead and we're trapped in a cave." "Hello?" "Hello?" "this is ZEKE GUTHRlE FROM OAKLEY high!" "HELP US!" "Are you OK?" "What happened?" "She couldn't hear me." "NO!" "You kiss-ass little Taliban!" "We are gonna' die down here 'cause of your stupid science shit." "I'm sorry." "Cut it out!" "It's not her fault!" "Don't you understand?" "We're screwed!" "Look, I'm too big to get out but maybe you can give it a shot." "What are you sayin'?" "I couldn't do, man, I thought maybe you can do it." "No, man, I ain't climbing' up there, no." "I suck at PE." "This isn't PE, you idiot, it's not dying in a hole in the desert." "Fuck you." "Why don't you get your skinny ass up there?" "C'mon man, you know she'd never make it." "Damn." "I hate bein' up high." "I get all dizzy n' shit." "Just do your best." "Gimme' the phone, dog." "What if he doesn't tell them we're here?" "What are you talking about?" "What if he just goes home and acts like nothing happened?" "Oh, fuck." "It was a snake." "A snake?" "Oh my God." "Oh my God, not good." "What do we do?" "Should we suck the venom out or something?" "No, it's right on the carotid artery." "Anthony?" "Anthony?" "How can that be?" "Why didn't you do something?" "Like what?" "I'm not a doctor!" "We're all gonna' die." "Guys, we gotta' get somebody out." "Alright, maybe one of you girls stands on my shoulders, we could do it!" "I don't do snakes." "Janice!" "Janice, you're the smallest, let's go!" "Even if one of us gets her head out far enough to make the call, and there's no snake, what do we say?" "Where are we exactly?" "Underneath the desert, somewhere about an hour and a half north of Oakley, then another hour off the highway, somewhere down a fire road to a hole in the desert nobody knows." "We have to find a real way out." "Right?" "I never thought I'd be freezing in the desert." "What time is it?" "It's two." "We've been down here for over sixteen hours." "We could pass a way out and don't even see it in the dark." "Check it out -- she's out cold." "Maybe we should all try to sleep." "What about that thing?" "We'll be a fucking buffet." "You know, she's right, one of us should stay awake." "I'll do it." "I'm too cold and weirded out to sleep anyway." "It's because of this talk she has nightmares." "Were you afraid?" "It's OK, it's OK, it's OK." "It was just a bad dream, alright?" "It was so real." "What happened?" "Jock!" "What the fuck?" "What?" "You were sleeping." "No I wasn't." "Bullshit." "We could all look like Whitney right now!" "Sorry!" "Psycho bitch." "Is there any food?" "There's not any left." "What about water?" "Only sips from now on." "What about batteries?" "We're on spares, except for Mr. Whitney's and the flashlights." "Water!" "Is that safe to drink?" "It's groundwater, it should be." "Think they're looking for us?" "They must have reported us missing by now." "Yeah, even the Oakley cops should be able to figure this one out." "And there's the missing bus, and Whitney's wife." "He wasn't married." "Really." "Yeah, I mean no, he wasn't...married." "Look at you." "What?" "Did you have a thing for him?" "I mean, he was kinda' hot, for an old guy." "He was nice to me." "He respected me." "How nice?" "How much respect?" "Jess, leave her alone." "It's OK, I can take care of myself." "He was real nice, and he made me feel special." "You fucked him, didn't you?" "Feel that?" "It's like fresh air." "It's coming from there." "Shit, he's really hurt." "He's really dead." "People don't just die like this." "Do they?" "Fuck!" "What about Janice?" "Fuck, I saw it." "It was on her." "We gotta' go back and get her." "We can't, it could still be there." "If there's any chance she's alive..." "Let's go!" "." "She's alive!" "Help me!" "It's OK." "We're here." "Damn!" "She said "I'm sorry."" "Is she...is she dead?" "That was touching, but it doesn't solve the problem." "We need to get out of here NOW." "What are you doing?" "It's the last picture we have of everyone." "We gotta'." "OK, I'll take the rear." "Ow." "Shit!" "What?" "Zeke?" "Uh oh." "Zeke?" "Zeke?" "No." "What happened?" "He shot himself with the tranquilizer gun." "Oh, my God." "What is the meaning of that?" "You shot yourself." "Oh." "Well, in that case..." "How long is this gonna' last?" "I don't know, a couple of hours?" "We don't have a couple of hours." "You're right." "Zeke?" "Zeke?" "Zeke?" "What'd I do now?" "You gotta' get up." "God, you're beautiful." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Everything." "Can you walk?" "Fuck yeah." "I'm Zeeeek." "My body's numb." "My body's numb!" "OK, help me out!" "Let's get him on his feet." "C'mon!" "C'mon!" "Get up!" "What the fuck are you doing?" "It'll hear you." "But..." "Shh!" "Is it gone?" "I don't know, but I don't think it wants in here." "Now what do we do?" "We wait for Zeke to wake up." "How long?" "Five minutes." "An hour." "However long it takes." "That's bullshit." "Why..." "Shut the fuck up!" "I have had it up to here with you!" "That's not bad for the goody goody." "What's that supposed to mean?" "The Miss Teenage America act?" "All shy and girlish around him." "Like he gives a shit." "Like you'd even know what to do with him if you got him." "You couldn't say the word "cock" if you had a mouthful of it." "You are disgusting, crude, rude and unattractive." "Unattractive?" "Shut up!" "Whatever." "Hello girls." "Looks like you're back to normal." "Either that or I'm in heaven." "My head feels like it's gonna' explode." "What are we doing here?" "You shot yourself in the ass with that stupid gun." "Well, that explains one thing." "How long was I out?" "A few hours." "Wow." "Thanks, guys." "Can we go now?" "My legs are asleep." "Are you OK?" "Yeah, just a little woozy." "We gotta' go." "Yeah, no problem." "Did it know we were in there?" "Definitely." "Oh, yeah." "It didn't try to get us?" "It thought about it, but" "I think it likes things on its own terms." "Yeah." "Like out here." "Wasn't Jock's body here?" "Yeah." "Where did it go?" "One guess." "Shit." "Let's go." "My headlamp batteries are dead." "You have a spare in your pack." "FUCK YOU!" "Jess!" "Are you all right?" "Jess!" "Jess!" "Jess!" "Jess!" "Jess!" "Fuck'n anyway." "Jess!" "Jess!" "Jess!" "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "God, no...it's OK." "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it'll be time to go to school." "But they're really all gone." "So what are we gonna' do now?" "I don't know." "The fresh air is coming from there, but so did that thing." "It's OK." "It's OK." "It's OK Ana Maria, it's OK." "You know what I first noticed about you?" "How annoying I am?" "Well, that, and how you're always reading." "It can be a total chaos in the cafeteria, and there you are, totally in your own world." "I always wondered what you were seeing and feeling." "I wondered the same thing about you." "Look, I'm really sorry that we never got to talk untill now." "We may never get out of here, you know?" "You can't say that." "But it's true." "You know, I was thinking..." "Nah." "What?" "Never mind." "You'll probably call me an idiot, in Spanish or something." "I'm sorry about that." "I'll never do it again." "What is it?" "It's just..." "I've never been with anybody before." "I mean, I've made out and stuff, but I've never actually gone all the way with anybody." "You say that like it's a bad thing." "It would be a bad thing if, you know, we never got to...you know?" "Idiot!" "With everything that's happened?" "No, I mean if we never got together." "I know what you mean." "I don't think that you do." "Wait." "Of course." "It was the light." "It's killing us one by one." "We can't wait for it to attack again." "We have to kill it." "How are we gonna' do that?" "I mean, it ate six of us." "We find it first this time." "And then what?" "It shrugged of my pick like a mosquito bite." "You're wrong." "Look." "It's not indestructible." "When I was a little girl the flashlight scared it off." "And Anthony said it ran when he got in its face - it was his headlamp." "The light stopped it." "How many flashlights do we have?" "Six, including Jessica's." "Can you tie them together?" "It's dragging something." "One of its wings?" "There's lots of blood --it could be weak." "Or maybe not." "Is the trail still there?" "Just barely." "Look." "It's got to be there;" "there's no other way." "It's there." "Turn around." "Grab the biggest rock you can handle." "How's this?" "Perfect." "Ready?" "We'll surprise him." "Oh, no!" "No, no!" "Kill it, Ana Maria!" "Kill it!" "No, no, no!" "You can't die!" "Hold on!" "Listen to me." "Zeke!" "Stay with me!" "Did we do it?" "We did it." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."