I dont want to stay out here anymore.
Dont walk behind me.
I dont trust any of you.
From now on, no one gets out of my sight.
We should sleep in shifts.
Anybody tryin to leave, we kill em.
Hes one of them!
You lying bastard.
I aint goin with Simmons.
Who says I want you going with me?
Everybody watch whoever youre with.
You guys gonna let him give the orders?
Then Ill have to kill you.
Lets rush him. Hes not going to blow us all up.
Damn if I wont.
Auxiliary light cables been cut.
Cut? Been pulled apart.
Youre going to have to sleep sometime.
Wheres the damn flashlight?
Makes you a murderer then. Dont it?
Bring me a goddamn flashlight!
Bullets dont kill these Things.
Screw the flashlight.
Blast him, Simmons!
It got to Childs and blew the generator.
Everybodyll be dead inside twelve hours.
|U.S. Outpost #31, Antarctica, 1982Twelve men are commissioned to gather physical and natural science data. It is the dead of winter. With six months of darkness ahead of them, they uncover the find of the century. Of a thousand centuries.
If only they could put it back.