Our Expiration Date

Chapter Eight

Math gets out of the truck and sees Esme with Oliver in her arms. She rushes over to help.

Math: I've got the supplies. 

Esme: We need someplace to rest him.

Abi: Try the garage. That might have space. 

They open the garage and place Oliver onto a table and stop the beading.

George: Fuck, what happened?

Esme: I'm guessing Mitchell, dickhead. 

Math: That's crazy. 

Abi: At least he didn't lose an eye. 

George: Hang on, where's Kate and Favour?

Esme: We don't have time for that right now Georgina. 

George: I think you'll find that we do. 

Esme: Okay, Mitchell gave me a choice. Save Oliver and leave Kate and Favour, or Let Oliver die and come back with them both. 

George: And you picked him?

George: Are you fucking kidding me?

George: What did Kate say?

Esme: She wanted me to save Oliver,

George: You're lying.

Esme: No, I'm not.

George: I could kill you. 

Esme: Try me and you'll be looking worse than Oliver. 

Math: Maybe you should both stop talking to each other. 

Abi: Probably for the best.

Esme: How do we wake him up?

Math: I don't think we can. 

Esme: So we just wait. 

George: And let him kill Favour and Kate?

Abi: No, he wouldn't.

Suddenly the Radio's start talking.

Mitchell: I'm glad you enjoyed the game, Esme. 

Esme: You're a dead man. 

Mitchell: Your Radio was easy to tune into, but I'm the dead one?

Esme: You are sick, sick I tell you. 

Mitchell: You'll be happy to know your friends are still alive. They're just napping. Like Oliver, I'm guessing. 

George: What have you done to them?

Mitchell: Did I say you could speak?

Mitchell: You're worst than I am. 

Mitchell: I've got to go, they're waking up.

Mitchell: Bye. 

The Radio cuts off.

Esme: He's a dead man.

Math: I guess, all we can do is wait. 

Everyone sits around waiting and talking about what they should do, Meanwhile, Kate and Favour are awake. In cages.