in the works: untitled american bethyl version of 28 Days Later
“Get it through yer goddamn head already,” he muttered lowly, his tone bordering on frustration. “It. Don’t. Matter. Could be yer dad, yer uncle, yer only fuckin’ brother. Could be the last goddamn person on earth you trust. They get infected, you got about five seconds t’make the call. You wanna live, you gotta kill.”
She met his hard stare through watery eyes, nodding weakly, lips pursed. But she could tell that he was put off by the tears visibly leaking down her cheeks. She roughly wiped them away with the back of her hand and sniffled.
He narrowed his eyes and waited, as though he expected her to have more to say. And when she didn’t, he spoke again. Conclusively. Without even the faintest trace of remorse or sympathy.
“Best believe, it happens t’you, I’ll make that choice… I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”
Beth’s stomach twisted violently, but all she could do was nod in understanding. More tears poured silently down her cheeks.
He glanced away for a split-second, thoughtful. Then he met her eyes again and added quietly, “I expect the same from you. Don’t hesitate. Not even fer a second.”
“I won’t,” she assured, her voice hoarse and raspy, yet intent all the same. She straightened her shoulders and steeled herself, gathering up every last ounce of courage that remained within her battered soul, and repeated his words back to him with determination, “I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”
