Bazil & Lydia Osgood

Your grandchild thinks you’re monsters! Bazil - we tried to get your attention - but he saw us… and you didn’t… Lydia said… You wanted to get my attention by fucking in my backyard? Bazil - we’re running out of time - you’re running out of time… I said… Running out of time - wait a minute - am I dying? No son - you’re not dying… not yet… What the fuck is that supposed to mean? They’re coming… Lydia answered… Who’s coming? Zombies… Troy - stop playin! Bazil laughed… Troy’s not here… I said… Stop… I can’t… Bazil laughed… GOT DAMMIT BAZIL WILL YOU LISTEN! I boomed… Bazil… please… help us… help all of us… Lydia pleaded… I CAN’T! Bazil yelled… They’ll be others… once they see the others… they’ll believe you… Others? We have to go now… we love you… kiss our grandchildren… Lydia said as we went back into the hole in the grass and disappeared.