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You find yourself face-to-face

with one of the dead.

- To eliminate the threat, you go... - _

... straight for the brain.

A direct stab through the eye socket is the easiest way.

Iris!

Iris! Let us help!

Uh, if you can't get to the brain, that's okay.

You're gonna want to take it down

by sweeping out its legs.

Iris!

If none of that works,

the last thing that you want to do

is tire yourself out.

Aah!

In the end, though, it is all about avoidance.

Keeping a safe distance

is the difference between life and death.

Iris, we're not ready!

You're not ready!

I am!

Iris!

Now, you'll be scared the first time you face one.

You should be.

You should be scared

every single time that you are outside those walls.

Oh, shit.

Hold on, okay? We're... We're coming.

Jesus.

- No, it's alright. - Did... Did she... Are you...

It's al... I'm... I'm okay.

You could have died.

I didn't.

I'm okay.

Its physiology is so different.

It's like you tackled a bag of ravioli and candy canes.

I got this.

So, uh...

... that's what you get.

I'm sorry.

Didn't we used to take piano lessons on this street?

You did.

I quit, remember?

Mm.

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I can't believe the Lieutenant Colonel gave the girls a map.

A map of New York State.

She said that's where their father is.

If we just told the supe the truth,

maybe we'd have 10 more hands out here.

If you spilled that ol' professor-doctor was sending

messages back here from the CR,

that's a basket of deep-fried shit.

I... I just don't get it.

It's not like him. That man does not take risks.

- Neither do we. - Yeah.

Look at us now.

He loves his girls. You love him.

And I love you, idiot.

Which is why I'm here.

That, and Hope's a good kid.

I might have given her the reasons

to think she could pull this off.

Yeah, well, I love you, too, Huck,

and, no, you did not.

Way too early to be nimble.

I've seen you limbo, girl.

I think you'll manage.

Nobody gets lower than me.

But that's when the sun's down and the music's up.

I mean, he was risking the whole Alliance by sending those.

Civic Republic doesn't play.

You really think he may be in some kinda trouble?

That Will is?

None of his messages said the CR were bad people.

- Yeah, well... - Just sayin'.

Maybe their facility's in trouble.

Maybe their whole community is.

I don't know.

Say what you will...

What, that they're a bunch of black-wearing paranoids

light years ahead of us in manufacturing,

fuel, and chicory?

It's good chicory.

I mean, say what you will

about them not telling anyone where they are...

but also not allowing any sort of communication

in or out?

I mean, that means...

that means that they enforce that from inside,

wherever they are.

Say what you will, but they handle their shit.

You sure they're headed east?

Uh, this road's the straightest shot.

And you know what's east.

It's a funnel.

It'll stop 'em.

We'll catch 'em.

The second they catch sight of it,

they'll be glad they still have a home to go back to.

Hey, Dad.

Finally got my check for all that overtime.

Can deposit it into your account as s...

Used your computer.

Got on that job website you wanted me to try.

Found these e-mails.

Are you a faggot?

You don't say that word to me.

I love you, but you don't say that to me.

- Because you are? - This isn't how I...

Are you?

I'm gay, Dad.

Get out of my house.

Dad, things have been hard for you.

You're not seeing this right. We can talk about...

Get out of my house.

Right now.

And don't come back.

I don't know you.

Dad, I'm your son.

No. You're not.

- Yeah, I am. - You're not.

I'm your son, God damn it! I've been paying your bills!

I've been holding you together!

I've been believing in you when nobody else would!

I'm gonna walk out that door,

and you're gonna have to live with that.

Yeah.

I will.

You need that.

Nope.

We don't need your help.

Didn't know you could fight empties.

Me, either.

What kind of music are you into?

Different kinds.

Well, you should play some for us sometime.

You know, when it's safe to.

'Kay.

Crate!

Strike!

That's the game.

You pick the target,

and then you bowl the ball.

- Mm. - Yeah, name's Big Mo.

Found him sitting all alone, abandoned on the curb.

Aw, damn.

The wind always wins.

What?

Just something my mom said

about nature deciding who lives and who dies.

Turns out she was right.

About what?

Well... us being at the conclusion

of the Holocene extinction,

the sixth extinction event on the planet.

We were already killing ourselves

directly and indirectly, but nature made a shortcut.

You know, it took the dinosaurs possibly 60,000 years to die

after 240 million of living, so...

Following that ratio, given the human race's 600,000,

and factoring in other miscellaneous variables,

I'd say we have about 15 years till we're gone.

15 years, huh?

Yeah.

I'd have given it way less, but that's just me.

Never would have pegged you for the doomsday type.

You just seem so chill about it.

It's just how it is.

You seem pretty at peace with it, too.

Most people aren't.

Guess we're not most people.

What is it?

It's The Blaze.

So it's real.

The Blaze of Gory.

Blaze of... uh, Gory?

The B.O.G.

People have been talking about it since everything fell apart.

It's this everlasting fire

of totally Old Testament proportions.

The predominant theory is that it's tires.

A lot of tires.

Left unattended, they can burn for years, even decades.

It's just a fire, though.

No, no, it's much more than that.

The smoke plume and the firelight after dark

have been attracting empties to it for years and years,

like moths to a flame.

And the more that come, the louder it gets,

which attracts more.

Thus explaining why we haven't seen too many around here.

So, can we get through it?

Yeah.

We don't know that.

Uh, why risk it? Let's just go around.

We go around, the river cuts us off.

We go 60 miles out of the way.

We should at least see if it's doable.

You're supposed to talk me out of stuff like this,

- not the other way around. - That was a long time ago.

That was yesterday.

Exactly, so let's keep movin'.

Okay.

Let's see what we see.

I want to see it regardless.

This was them.

At least one of 'em.

Whichever one ate chocolate for breakfast.

That's fun.

I swear to God,

Hope is gonna be composting mulch for a year

when I find her.

Just Hope?

Not Iris or the others?

You think Iris is behind this?

I was in the weeds for a while.

Who you are inside those walls ain't who you are outside.

You okay?

Yep!

Aces.

_

What's with the spray paint?

Science.

I can continue Dr. Bavolar's migration experiments

while on our journey.

Track how the empties move, merge,

and break off from each other.

Hey, maybe you can help me.

'Kay.

Is... Is that an empty?

What happened to it?

You hear that?

Help! Silas!

Hey! Hit it!

Use the wrench!

We lost it.

Bummed you didn't kill it?

Yeah.

Don't be.

Uh, why'd you try to kill yours?

I had to.

I'm the reason we're out here.

And we'll all have to kill one eventually.

Hey. Guys!

Think that's our shelter for the evening?

Looks like a whole lot of rooms to clear.

Uh, well, yes, but... not that.

Why be on terra firma

when you can be on summus locus?

Hope, remember how we begged Dad

to build us a tree house in the backyard?

Yeah. I remember.

Big Mo!

Big Mo!

Big Mo.

Oh, come on.

Give him a helping hand coming back home.

He's cool.

Unh!

You gotta say it when you do it.

- Big... - Come on, Silas.

Loud and proud.

Big Mo!

Yeah!

He found us?

I'm sorry, guys.

It's okay. We can drop something on it.

Um...

Oh! Big Mo!

Okay, okay.

I will do it.

We'll get him back.

I just didn't want to crack his glossy goodness.

You're taking the hit for us, papi.

Ahh, shit!

There's got to be something else in here.

I'm... sorry.

I should have killed it before.

It's okay.

Empties are supposed to get distracted pretty easy.

If it's still around in the morning,

we'll deal with it then.

Oh, score!

- Now it's your turn. - You just went?

- Ohh! - Okay, doubles!

Ooh!

I think I was going to get...

- So, like, eight? - Right.

I only have red ones.

- Oh! - Mm!

That's the highest one.

I'm gonna buy that... Electric Company.

Ohh! Okay.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna do this.

Come on.

Come on, stud.

Ugh!

Aah!

Did... Did you...

get rid of it?

I didn't do anything.

Th-Thank you.

That should've been me. That was my mistake.

It wasn't.

But fine... say it was.

Doesn't mean it has to follow you around forever.

Look, can we keep this our little secret?

What's up, Felix?

Nothing. I...

I just used to live around here.

Hope stole this from my apartment.

You'd think they'd do a better job

covering up their tracks, then.

You'd think they would, huh?

Come on.

Well?

You wanted to take a look.

We took a look,

and what I saw was crazy.

It's big.

Quite big.

I think we can do this.

Map says there's an airfield on the other side.

It's surrounded by a fence, which means

the empties coming from the east have to go around it.

That leaves us a clear path to go through.

We just have to go due east, then we're home free.

And what about the ones before the fence?

It's all about evasion.

It's like what Felix taught us

in self-defense class last spring.

The key isn't fighting.

It's avoiding.

We can sneak past them and use the buses for cover.

Um, did you guys see the same screwed-up shit that I did?

We've had two close encounters with empties already,

and we barely made it past them.

Two of them.

Come on, guys.

Let's put our brains back in.

If we go around...

we'll probably get caught.

And I can't go back.

Seconded.

I came out here to see what the world is,

start to finish.

I don't intend to finish before I start.

Blaze of Glory, right, guys?

It'll be dark soon.

If we leave at dawn,

the shadows will be long, and we'll have more cover.

Holy God.

Air tastes like a skid mark.

That's the tire fire.

We're close.

Which means they are, too.

They should hit The Blaze at some point tomorrow.

We can afford to rest.

We're going on 48 hours.

- I'm fine. - You're not.

You're not even thinking right.

We don't rest,

we get whupped by the janitor kid when we find 'em.

Hey! Huck!

I swear to God.

Huck.

I get it. You're worried for 'em.

But if you don't clear your head, start thinking big picture,

you'll end up with one of these.

- Huh. - Or worse.

So, you're not gonna sleep,

and you're not gonna tell me what's up?

Great.

You know...

you were out in the wild for years.

You barely said two words about it.

You know that, right?

I got my rep as the strong, silent type to think about.

And besides, past is the past, you know?

I was, uh...

I was at the University the Night the Sky Fell.

Yeah.

- You mentioned that. - Well...

As soon as it started to get bad, I just...

I just took off.

And I... I had to...

just to get back to them.

You know?

Get back to my family.

I just wanted to see if they were okay.

See if I could just be with them at the end.

Took two days.

Mostly by foot.

I get it.

Mighta been shitty parents,

but they're still your parents.

Hm.

You make it back?

Mom! Dad!

Mom!

Mom!

Dad!

Just let me help you get somewhere safe!

We don't need your help!

Come on, Mom!

I'm home!

It doesn't matter.

Past is the past, right?

Yeah. It is.

Hey. Get some sleep, Huck.

Mm, pshh. You don't gotta tell me twice.

Ahh!

Got about a half hour till sun-up.

Your and Iris's jackets look spiffy.

Silas fixed them so they'd fit us.

His grandma taught him how to sew.

Who knew?

Hey, can I ask you something?

Does it bother you that

we're gonna end up like the dinosaurs?

Does it bother you?

I think I always knew it was gonna go that way,

or at least since...

Wait. Are you dodging?

No. No. I-I was just curious.

It doesn't bother me.

Just the opposite.

There had to have been a last generation.

Just wonder if they knew they were the end,

were therefore special.

We're the last generation.

Or the "endlings",

as the last of a species is called.

That makes us special.

I'm lucky to know that.

To know that I need to make my life count.

It's all I can do.

Really, it's all any of us can do.

We're the endlings.

Endlings, huh?

Actually, I-I misspoke.

Um, we aren't the endlings.

The last member of a species, very last one...

that's an endling.

Of this faux species that is our quartet crossing the continent,

the last one alive...

they're the endling.

And it's their life, their death

that defines us all.

Does that bother you?

Yeah.

We should get going soon.

Sun'll start to rise.

Yeah.

Oh, uh...

Do you still have the spray paint?

Yeah.

_

Jesus.

Was out like a light.

You sleep at all?

No.

No, I couldn't if I wanted to.

Too bad.

Yeah. We should go.

We need to keep moving east.

That's it. That's our way out.

But we'll have to go around them.

So much for east.

Knowing where you are going is everything.

Now, if you know what time it is,

you got a compass in the sky.

Now, you lose that,

you're flying blind.

Keep moving.

This isn't about standing your ground.

This is about survival.

Sometimes you don't get to choose your direction.

Where's the fence?

I can't see it.

Sometimes you don't get to know where you're going.

There it is! It's this way!

Go!

It's okay.

We did it.

We made it.

What the hell?

We didn't do it.

Not even close.

"The Endlings"?

They got themselves a nickname.

She wants us to find them.

Iris or Hope?

I don't know.

Obviously, one of 'em doesn't want to do this.

One of 'em wants our help.

So let's get 'em.

Yo. Keep up.

I'm not letting you sneak off like last night.

Felix!

Mom! Dad!

Come on, Mom!

I'm home!

Ay, you gonna tell me where you went last night?

To kill my parents.

The airfield must be behind the rest of The Blaze.

I should've known there'd be a "rest of The Blaze".

It was behind the smoke, alright?

None of us saw it.

I'm going to propose something unpopular,

but it might be the only "something" we have.

There's an old tornado siren on that roof over there.

If somebody could manually sound it,

it could create a nice diversion for the others.

For the others?

Well, the idea is that whoever sounds the siren

would be able to get down, too.

You want to send someone in as bait?

No. No, no, no. Not as bait.

More like...

It's bait, yeah, but I don't want to, at all, okay...

It's too dangerous for the bait.

We all came in.

We all come out.

But... how?

Iris.

You were right to question me.

I thought I was ready for this.

I wanted to be brave.

I wanted to be more like you.

I'm not brave.

I'm a shit person who does shit things

because I don't give a single shit about anything.

- That's not true... - Yes, it is.

You had the guts to do something big,

something crazy, something that meant something,

and not just to you, but all of us.

You should be proud.

No matter what.

Let's get some rest.

We'll do better with fresh heads.

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