Storm of the Century by Stephen King

Author:Stephen King
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
ISBN: 9788497593830
Publisher: Debolsillo
Published: 1999-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

PART 3 The Reckoning

Act 1

1 EXTERIOR: THE ISLAND MARKET A

Ч FTERNOON.

The snow is falling as hard as ever. The porch is almost completely buried beneath one huge, dunelike drift from floor to roof overhang. Parked in front is the big Sno-Cat MIKE and the others took out on the reprovisioning expedition. From its side door to the door of the market, a notch almost like a tunnel has been dug. The four menЧMIKE ANDERSON, SONNY BRAUTIGAN, HENRY BRIGHT, and KIRK FREEMANЧare just entering.

2 INTERIOR: THE MARKET, BY THE CASH REGISTERS A

Ч FTERNOON.

The men make their way in, gasping and shedding snow. SONNY and HENRY have shovels. We can see their BREATH in the air, and the place is very dim.

SONNY

Gennie's out.

(MIKE nods) How long, do you think?

MIKE

Hard to tell. Since morning, anyway, from the way it feels. Snow probably piled up and blocked the exhaust.

He goes to the cash registers, bends beneath one, and begins to toss out big cardboard cartons.

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MIKE

Sonny, Henry. You're Meat Patrol. Get the big cuts of beef, plus the turkeys and chicken. The best stuffs back in the freezer.

HENRY

Will it still be all right, do you think?

MIKE

Are you kidding? It won't even be thawed yet. Come on, let's go. Dark's gonna come early.

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SONNY and HENRY start up toward the cooler and the freezer beyond. KIRK comes over to the checkout and takes one of the cartons.

MIKE

We'll stick to the canned goods, this trip. All of us'll come back for bread, potatoes, and vegetables. And milk.

Little kids have to have milk.

KIRK

You gonna tell 'em about what the guy's name spells when you move the blocks around?

MIKE What good would it do?

KIRK I dunno. God, Mike, that gave me a chill.

MIKE

Me, too. And for the time being, maybe we better just . . . keep the chill to ourselves. We've still got at least one more night to get through.

KIRK ButЧ

MIKE Come on. Canned goods. Let's load up. ,

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He starts up the aisle containing the overturned card table, and after a moment or two's consideration, KIRK

follows.

3 EXTERIOR: THE TOWN HALLЧAFTERNOON.

We can barely see it in all the snow, but at regular intervals we can hear the BLARE OF A HORN.

4 EXTERIOR: THE PARKING LOTЧAFTERNOON.

The Island Services vehicle is idling here, not too far from the town hall's side door. It's not going to go anywhereЧnot even a four-wheel drive can move in five feet of snowЧbut the lights are on and we can see one man standing outside and another inside. The one behind the wheel is HATCH. The one outside, wearing his V.F.D. parka and peering anxiously into the snow, is FERD ANDREWS. The window between them is open. Snow is blowing into the cab of the truck, but at this point, neither man cares.

FERD cups his hands around his mouth and hollers into the SHRIEKING WIND as loud as he can.

FERD

Angle Carver! Billy Timmons!

HATCH

Any sign? Any at all?

FERD No! Wouldn't I tell you? Keep blowin' that thing!

HATCH continues to lay on the horn in long, measured beats.

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