Chupacabra

[people clamoring]

[horns honking]

[baby crying]

[helicopter whirring]

[static hisses]

Sophia: Are we gonna go soon?

Carol: I don't know,baby. I sure hope so

Carl: I'm hungry

Lori: I know,Carl. We all are

Carol: Why don't I get him something to eat? Ed's into all this survival stuff. We've got enough M.R.E.s to feed a small army

Lori: I'd sure appreciate it

Carol: No trouble

Ed: What in the hell did you tell her that for? We don't even know these damn people

Carol: That boy is hungry. We can spare one box

Ed: It's called operational security. How long do you think this stuff is gonna last if you keep running your damn mouth off to everybody we meet?

Carol: I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking