Grievous

Carlyle: I suppose i owe you bastards a story. We were on a bus. Thirteen of us in all. Mr. Toffler and his wife who was four months pregnant. Mr. Scotmann, Myself, Damian Brochtrup, Some Hispanic Guy, Colhoun, Ms. Hart, Cleo, Jake, Ives, Some Black Guy and our bus driver.[Scoffs] Quite a long route that was. By the time the sun sets our tire exploded. That was around January. We ran into a cave in the mountains. Decided to wait until someone come to rescue us. But oddly, no one came for 2 months. We had ran out of food and Mr. Toffler's wife was in labor and it was a girl. In the same day we remained famished. Me and Ives were out looking for some deer and when we got back... we smell of meat cooking... we thank Snoop Dogg. The meat did not last us an hour and we were soon hungry again only, this time our hunger was stranger and stronger than before. More...savage...like a pack of watermelon eating wolves. And Damian Brochtrup could not be satisfied. Mr. Scottman was the first to be killed because his last name nearly sounds like Scotland. And then it was Some Hispanic Guy cuz he was Mexican, then was Some Black Guy cuz he was a nigga, then it was our bus driver and then last Mr. Troffler. That left, Me, Damian Brochtrup, Colhoun, Ms. Hart, Cleo, Jake, Ives and Toffler's wife and infant and we knew that our lives were finally numbered without any help or technology. Few weeks later, we left in a cowardly manner. We knew to have stayed and protected Ms. Hart, Troffler's wife and... infant, but we were too scared and couldn't take it no more. It was nothing but shitty less that we arrived here in high school.

Damian Brochtrup: If you die first, i am definitely going to eat you guys, but the question is, if i die... Eat or be eaten.

Salina: Was he licking you?

Cleo: No he was fucking my pussy hard.

[Looking through a door window as three teachers approach the room]

Troy: Breakfast...lunch... and holy shit my pants.

Sam: What are you eating?

Stan: Oh, uh... saltine crackers.

Jake: Can i have some?

Stan: No, no, no. Perhaps later you might...eat them.

Damin Brochtrup: [ gun clicks] Well, that was soon annoying don't you think. Don't you remember Carlyle? You remember don't ya? [ laughs] The potency of a human being has cursed through your veins? Someone powerful. You know the disappointment as it dissipates. The hunger slipping from your grasp. The strength, killing those around him need to be replenished. But i don't have to remind you of that kiddo. You're feeling it now don't ya, yo bastard son of a turdy slutty ho of a bitch.