I was dreaming about Jessica Gray. From when we were kids.
Yeah.
It does look pretty empty.
Sure.
Audio's gonne be crap. We'll have to...
We're good.
Hey, Lynn. I don't think you should say 'murdered'. We don't know that.
S'what the police report says.
Okay, we're good.
Jesus Christ.
I've got you!
Don't let go. Lynn!
Fuck.
Lynn?
Lynn!
Oh, shit.
Jesus... is...
No there's no bodies. She's not in here.
LYNN! LYNN!
Oh. Oh, fuck me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
That... did not happen in the crash. Fuck this.
Lynn.
A town. Oh thank God, I thought we were miles from anything.
Hello? I'm lost... and hurt.
Is anybody there? Please!
Hey. Hey, man...
Oh shit... Oh shit you're... This just happened.
Who's...
That's... That's fucked up.
Shit...
Satanas Inimical Dei... Satan something God.
What in...
God...
Oh... Jesus... Who...?
God wants me dead? Okay.
Oh, God, my head...
The fuck was that?
It's like thay're hypnotized.
Lynn... where are we going?!
Jesus Christ Lynn! What's happening here?!
It's okay. I'm here. We're gonna get out of here okay?
What the hell?
I'm dreaming. Or out of my fucking mind.
I'm sorry I have to do this. You should have loved me. You should have halped me. Jesus forgive me, I don't know what to do. I'm so so sorry. Jessica... I remember this!
Jessica?...and Lynn?...when we were...
Oh fuck! I'm back into fourth grade. And here I thought this couldn't get any worse...
Oh, God...
This was Jessica's.
A church.
No no... Some kind of...
Heretic temple.
That'll do it.
Here goes nothing.
There.
That should do the trick.
Okay. Let's give it a shot.
I hope to god that does it.
Done.
Amen.
Good.
Baby steps, Blake, you can do this.
Find Lynn. She's all that matters.
I'm sure I can figure a way to get over the fence.
The road to the mine is somewhere around here...
I can pass through if i stop the water mill.
There's no way to open that fence. Maybe there's another way around.
I can still find my way to the mine.
Stop the bleeding. You've gotta stop the bleeding.
I'll die if I drop down that hatch.
Maybe there's a rope or something...
How am I gonna get across that lake?
That raft can't have gone far....
The mine entrance is usually on the top floor.
Let's get the fuck out of this place.
This is going to be a ridiculous way to die.
The elevator's on its way.
Find Lynn. Nothing matters but Lynn.
Turn off the electricity.
How the fuck do I get out of here?
She's going to have the baby. We need shelter.
The chapel. We'll be safe in the chapel.
Trust this guy.
I'm not sure I've got a choice.
The chapel. Somebody there will know where they've taken Lynn.
Through that barn might lead to the chapel.
There's gotta be a way back to the village...
Get the elevator working again.
The elevator will get me up to the chapel.
The chapel gotta be close...
I can't see a fucking thing.
The microphone.
The mic. Try the mic.
Where's the fucking external mic on this thing?
Microphone.
Try the mic.
Right...
Leave it.
Okay...
Okey doke...
Jesus, you people...
I would fucking kill myself...
Sick bastards.
Sick fucks.
Yeah, God loves you, too.
JESUS!
Jesus...
Oh that's... Oh that's fucked up!
SHIT!
GOD!
Christian. But... strange.
What are...?
What the hell?
I'm dreaming. Or out of my fucking mind.
Music Class.
Oh shit! Lynn!
Don't... Please don't! Please don't! Please...
Oh you crazy motherfuckers... Oh God...
NO! No- Get- Let go! Fuck! Get off me! Fuck- fuck off, god damnit!
Ugh, LYNN! G-Get off me, Get off me! Lynn LYNN! No you Fu-ugh. You motherfuckers get off me- you leave her alone, leave her alone. No Lynn, LYNN Ugh, Fuck you!
Lynn no wait! NO WAIT. Don't! No no! For fuck sake... Shit.
Mother fucker!
Oh shit! Lynn!... LYNN!...
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She wasn't there. Lynn's body wasn't in the wreckage. She could still be alive.
The pilot. I don't even remember his name. What the fuck kind of people would skin somebody alive... Jesus Christ, Lynn.
There's not supposed to be anything for miles. But... I wasn't alone out here. Fuck. I wasn't alone out here.
A tragedy wall. Topped with barbed wire. I could feel tension in my skin, somebody watching me.
It's enormous. Some sort of hillbilly Vatican. How could all of this have been here and nobody knows about it? It's not possible.
There's no picture. Just... noise. But I saw it, I know I saw it.
That... woman? Whatever she is, beat him to death. Something about finding Lynn. Something about a chapel.
They flayed them. Nailed them to wood. She was just a kid.
Jesus Christ. The others call her Marta. The smell of what she burned, like... Coal smoke and frankincense.
A teacher once told me that the music of birds was proof that God exists and loves us.
He said she did it to herself. He said he was protecting you.
The chapel. I could see the chapel. How far did this go? A feeling in my teeth like the sound of scissors.
Temple Gate, founded by Sullivan Knoth, the 'Modern Ezekiel'. Their knives sharp for the enemy.
I guess this is where the magic happens. Chairs for an audience to watch. I only saw her afterwards. I couldn't have...
Going to Heaven. God. Before they killed the children. You should have loved me. I... what am I doing?
The chapel. A chapel is supposed to be sanctuary.
They always... hurt women to punish men. It's sick. It's cowardly.
Meat hung to cure, hooks through their Achilles' tendons.
The mines. This leads to the mines. Where the others took Lynn.
I don't know how many of them got in my mouth. My skin wouldn't stop itching. They were trying to lift me up.
'Sickness Here. God Bless.' These people were rotting even before they were murdered.
I didn't even know what I was looking at. Some kind of deformed toddler.
Pieces of my skin stuck in the barbs. It was too late to hold her up. And I was just a kid. I was just...
She hanged herself before I could stop her. Or she didn't, no... wait. Not her... He... fuck.
My dad died within a month of my mom. He was perfectly healthy until she was gone, and then...
The lake smelled like... chemicals and dead things.
A tower. A radio tower or microwave relay. Civilization, maybe. For a second I was dumb enough to think I might not die.
'Help'. Help wasn't coming.
I wasn't surprised they were dead. I was impressed they'd ever even lived in all that poison.
Bodies so thick I could have walked across the water on their backs. It's almost funny... That's how you walk on water.
Killed as a warning. Or a welcome. We're all welcomed eventually.
Raining blood. Dripping off her shoes, I think. No. Just... I tried not to step in the blood because I didn't want to leave tracks.
Trapped. I was never going to get out. But now I knew it. At least I'd be there with her.
They lived down here. No, not lived. I had to find Lynn. I hoped I hadn't already.
Decorated with the dead. I checked faces, looking for Lynn. Looking for my own. For Jessica.
Loving and hating God is the same thing. Like making and killing children is the same thing. She told me to meet her in the music room.
We're out. I got Jessica out. It was cold but the snow had just started. We'll find a grown up and we'll tell them what happened. We'll be okay. It's not my fault.
The world was on fire, the baby was coming. The impossible child. Lynn said Jess was like her little sister. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
The priest dies. You didn't have to do anything. You were a child, nobody could expect anything of you. None of this is my fault.
She's going to be okay. You have her. She'll get to grow up. She'll do everything she was born to do.
