[screaming]
[coughing]
- Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, it's okay.
Take it easy.
[rock music playing]
♪
[music turning off]
[bird cawing in distance]
[dog barking]
[rock music begins playing]
[music turning off]
- Hey.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, uh, Emma Fortner.
I have an interview here.
- Cody? Your 4:30 is here.
- Well, you're very talented. - Thank you.
- Oh, I like this serpent imagery in this one, very cool.
So, unfortunately, we really only hire artists with prior firm experience,
or at least a degree from a reputable design school.
You get it, I'm sure.
- Yeah.
- But you're undoubtedly very talented, so...
Keep up the good work.
- Dammit.
- Uh...
- I'm sorry. - It's-- it's okay.
No worries. No-- no worries.
- Every firm says the same thing,
and I don't have the money to go to school.
All I have is my book.
- Um...
Okay, how-- how about this? You met Kelly out front?
She just put in her notice.
So, we're gonna need a receptionist soon.
I mean, it's not exactly what you're looking for,
and the pay's not great, but maybe you keep showing me what you can do--
- I'll take it.
- Okay, great. Yeah.
- I wouldn't take it on the freeway too much,
especially not in the snow.
- Just need it to get to work and stuff.
- Should do you just fine, then.
[rock music playing]
♪
[radio static]
[radio turning off]
[lightly groaning]
[light groaning continues]
[ominous music]
[screaming]
[car horn honking]
[gasping]
[keyboard clicking]
CARA: Hey, everyone.
So, I guess it's like week 18 now.
Actually, 18 weeks tomorrow, it'll be, since I woke up in those woods.
Anyway, this thing in here keeps growing and I don't know what to do.
I got enough cash together to go down to a clinic the other day,
but the doctor said I wasn’t mentally fit to decide.
Do you believe that bullshit?
Was trying to tell them how, uh, you know,
the people that keep following me,
trying to make sure I don't hurt the baby or-- or try and run away, you know?
I know they're listening to me.
Probably watching this video right now, but I don't give a shit.
[dog barking]
It's time people understand what's going on out there.
This is God's criminal suicide.
This is what we all deserve.
[keyboard clicking]
EMMA: This bitch is crazy.
[thunder rumbling]
[door closing]
Max?
[Max whimpering]
Max? You okay? [Max barking]
Hey.
Easy, it's just me. Hey, chill.
[barking continues]
Max. [Max growling]
Max!
No! Stop! Max!
No! Stop!