28 Days Later... Page #2

He knew. I could see it in his face.

If someone gets infected,

you've about 20 seconds to kill them.

It might be your brother, your sister

or your oldest friend. It makes no difference.

Just so you know where you stand,

if it happens to you, I'll do it in a heartbeat.

He was full of plans.

Have you got any plans, Jim?

Do you want us to find a cure and

save the world or just fall in love and f***?

Plans are pointless.

Staying alive's as good as it gets.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's that?

Let's go.

What is it about tower blocks

and shopping trolleys?

Stop talking. It's a long way up.

Do you need a break?

- You?

- No.

Now I do need a break.

What's up?

Nothin'.

I got a headache.

- Bad?

- Pretty bad.

- Why didn't you say something before?

- I didn't think you'd give a sh*t.

You've got no fat on you

and all you've had to eat is sugar.

So you're crashing.

There isn't a lot we can do about that

except pump you full of painkillers

and give you more sugar. As for sugar,

Pepsi or Lilt?

Do you have any Tango?

Actually,

I did have a can of Tango somewhere.

Quiet! That's an Infected.

Oh no, they're in. Move!

Wait up, Selena!

Wait for me, please!

Please, Selena! Please!

- Wait for me!

- Come on!

- Run!

- Wait!

Please! For f***'s sake!

- Selena!

Down the corridor. Flat 157. Move!

Thank you. Thank you.

Open the door!

Open the door!

- Open up!

- Where's Dad?

What?

- Open the f***ing door!

- Where's Dad?

Let them in, Hannah. Let them inside.

Go in. Go in!

So, I'm Frank, anyway.

Jim.

- Selena.

- Selena. Good to meet you.

This is my daughter Hannah.

Come on, sweetheart. Say hello.

Come on.

So...

This is great. Just great.

Calls for a celebration, I'd say.

Why don't you all sit down and...

Hannah, what have we got to offer?

We've got Mum's creme de menthe.

Great. Creme de menthe.

Oh, yeah. Look, sit, please.

Get comfortable.

- Where are the bloody glasses?

- Middle cupboard.

Nah, the good ones. It's a celebration.

Top cupboard.

So this is your place?

It's nice.

There.

I know it isn't much but, well, cheers.

Cheers.

You OK in there, Jim?

Yeah.

Sorry we couldn't spare the water.

Same with the toilet. The flush doesn't work.

You'll have to use the bucket.

Have to empty it each morning.

Just chuck it over the balcony.

No mod cons here.

It's fine.

Listen, it's late. We're gonna turn in.

We have a spare room.

In there.

Are you and Selena...?

No. No, no, no.

Um...

I'll take the living room. It's fine.

Right.

No, I mean, yeah.

So, um...

- Goodnight, then.

- Yeah. Goodnight, Frank.

Very spruce.

- Very shredded.

- Yeah.

- So what do you make of them?

- Well, they're desperate.

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