The Long Walk

by Stephen King

“Garraty! Garraty for God’s sake!” McVries was yelling. He got an arm around Garraty’s back and hooked a hand into his armpit. Somehow he yanked him to his feet and Garraty stumbled on.

This is gonna kill me when I see it on the big screen

“Come on, you turkey, I can’t lug you!” McVries hissed. “I can’t do it,” Garraty gasped. “My wind’s gone, I—” McVries slapped him twice quickly, forehand on the right cheek, backhand on the left. Then he walked away quickly, not looking back.

“All right. You want company?” “If you’ve got the energy.” McVries laughed. “I got the time if you got the money, honey.”

“I’m homesick,” he said. “And scared.” Suddenly he screamed at the crowd: “Pigs! You pigs!” They cheered him more loudly than ever.