Infected

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[ethereal music]

- THE WORLD HAS CHANGED.

A BLOOD VIRUS:

HAS PLAGUED US ALL.

IT TAKES YOUR SOUL

AND DESTROYS YOU

FROM THE INSIDE.

IT SPREAD FROM TICKS,

THROUGH BIRDS AND DEER

TO HUMANS.

EVERYONE IS A CARRIER

OF ONE STRAIN OR ANOTHER,

ONE STEP AWAY:

FROM A DEADLY COMBINATION,

A TICKING TIME BOMB.

YOU CAN TRY TO CONTROL

THE FEVERS,

GIVE YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM

A CHANCE,

BUT YOU'RE FIGHTING

THE UNKNOWN,

SOMETHING THA WILL RIP YOU APART FROM WITHIN,

SOMETHING ANIMAL,

SOMETHING INHUMAN.

BEFORE WE CAN REBUILD,

WE HAVE TO FIND A WAY

TO SURVIVE OURSELVES,

A WAY TO FIGHT.

[bluesy rock music]

[door rattling]

[gun c*cks]

[pounding and rustling]

[glass shattering]

- THEY'RE EVERYWHERE, LOUIS!

EVERYWHERE!

[glass shatters]

[driving rock music]

- [whimpering]

WE'RE GONNA DIE!

- YOU SHUT UP!

YOU SHUT THE F*** UP!

RIGHT NOW,

WE ALL GOT TO KEEP OUR HEADS.

IT'S NOT THE TIME

FOR THAT.

WE HAVE TO FIGH AND SURVIVE!

WE GOT TO BUTTON

THIS PLACE UP:

AND COVER UP THESE DOORS

AND WINDOWS.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL

IS OUT THERE,

BUT IT'S COMING BACK.

IT'S COMING BACK.

COMING BACK.

IT'S F***ING HUNGRY.

WE'RE NOT GONNA DIE.

I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE

OF THOSE SONS OF B*TCHES.

ANDREW,

GO FIND EVERYTHING YOU CAN

TO PUT ON THESE DOORS

AND WINDOWS,

TABLES, CHAIRS,

ANYTHING.

MATT, YOU WITH ME?

- [groaning and panting]

I AM STILL IN ONE PIECE.

- WELL, STAY THAT WAY.

GO GET THE AMMO.

LOAD UP THE GUNS.

- LET'S DO SOMETHING.

- DON'T ANYBODY DO ANYTHING

WITHOUT TELLING ME FIRST!

- EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE

ALL RIGHT.

[glass shatters,

roaring]

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

[knife pounding]

[gun c*cks]

[gun cocking]

I SUPPOSE YOU'RE...

JUST GONNA STAND AROUND MOPING

ALL WEEKEND, HUH?

- THAT'S PRETTY MUCH

THE PLAN.

- THAT'S TOO BAD.

I WAS KIND OF HOPING

MAYBE WE'D HAVE

TIME TO TALK ABOUT THINGS

AND HAVE A FEW LAUGHS.

I'M A FUNNY GUY.

[laughs]

RIGHT?

I TOLD ANGELA:

THIS WASN'T GONNA BE

A GOOD IDEA,

THIS WHOLE WEEKEND.

- THIS WAS HER IDEA?

- YEAH.

- [scoffs]

WOW.

- YOU KNOW, SHE'S A WOMAN,

STARTING A RELATIONSHIP,

BUILDING A FAMILY.

- [scoffs]

OH, MY GOD,

YOU'RE PATHETIC.

- YOU KNOW?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING SMOKING

BY THE WAY?

WHAT THE HELL?

WHEN DID YOU START THAT?

TAKE THIS:

OUT OF YOUR F***ING HAND.

- [scoffs]

[shooter headphones

clatter and ding]

I'M GONNA GO

UP TO THE LODGE:

AND SEE IF ANYBODY ELSE

IS HERE.

- WHY DON'T YOU DO THAT?

- YEAH.

[bluesy acoustic guitar

flourish]

- THAT'S THE WAY

OF THE WORLD, SON,

A CIRCLE.

IT'S BEEN GOING ON

SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME,

SINCE MAN,

WITH STONE AND SPEAR,

WENT OUT AND KILLED

HIS FIRST BEAST,

MEAT AND FUR AND BONE.

- BUT, DAD, WE DON'T NEED

TO DO THAT ANYMORE.

WE HAVE STORES.

- WELL, IMAGINE A WORLD

WITHOUT STORES.

CAN YOU?

A WORLD WITHOUT COMPUTERS

OR CELL PHONES:

OR EVEN ELECTRICITY

FOR THAT MATTER.

IN THAT WORLD, A MAN

WILL HAVE TO FEND FOR HIMSELF

SO THAT HE AND HIS FAMILY

CAN SURVIVE.

- COME ON, DAD,

THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN.

- YOU NEVER KNOW, JEREMY.

YOU NEVER KNOW.

I MEAN, IT WOULDN'T TAKE MUCH

TO THROW THIS CRAZY WORLD

OFF BALANCE,

AND IF THAT WERE TO HAPPEN,

ONLY THE STRONG, THE SMART,

AND THE CAPABLE WOULD SURVIVE.

- YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND

LIKE ONE OF THOSE SURVIVAL NUTS.

- [chuckles]

AH.

YOU AND YOUR:

HAPLESS GENERATION

OF TWEETER AND FACEBOOK

AND SKYPERS.

I'M AFRAID IF ANYTHING

WERE TO REALLY HAPPEN,

YOU'D ALL END UP RUNNING AROUND

LIKE A HOARD OF BLIND MICE.

HEY, LOOK.

- WHERE?

- RIGHT THERE,

HE'S LOOKING AT YOU.

- I SEE HIM.

[gunshot]

- NEVER HESITATE, SON.

THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE

BETWEEN SURVIVING OR NOT.

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

- ANDREW.

THE HELL YOU DOING?

YOU'RE ONE--

- LOUIS!

- [laughs]

LOOK WHO'S HERE.

HEY!

- [laughs]

ANDREW,

HOW THE HELL ARE YOU, SON?

- HEY, DOCTOR DENNEHEY,

HOW'VE YOU BEEN?

- FINE, SON, FINE.

YOU IN COLLEGE NOW?

- I WENT FOR A WHILE.

- I SEE.

JEREMY, SEE WHO'S HERE?

LOUIS.

- HEY.

- HEY.

- YOU OLD SON OF A B*TCH,

HOW'VE YOU BEEN FARING?

- GOOD, DOCTOR.

- YEAH? GOOD.

YOU LOOK GOOD.

- WELL, THANKS.

SO DO YOU.

- YEAH, WHAT CAN I SAY?

FIGHTING GRAVITY'S

A B*TCH.

- [laughing]

YEAH, IT GETS HARDER

ALL THE TIME.

- THAT IT DOES.

- LOOKS LIKE

YOU'RE GETTING STARTED EARLY.

- YEAH, YEAH,

I GUESS I HAVE.

LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE

GETTING STARTED EARLY YOURSELF.

- BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS.

- MM.

[both chuckle]

- WELL,

I'M GONNA TAKE OLD BUGS HERE,

CUT HIM UP,

AND GET HIM READY FOR THE FIRE.

TRY TO SAVE ME:

ONE OF THOSE BEERS, HUH?

- THERE'S PLENTY LEFT.

ANDREW.

WE ARE NOT DONE TALKING YET.

YOU FIND SOME TIME

FOR YOUR FATHER,

YOU LET ME KNOW.

THE HELL YOU DOING?

SITTING AROUND,

TAKING PICTURES?

[bluesy guitar music]

[whimsical music]

- I'M SORRY, WAIT.

ARE YOU SURE THIS IS OKAY?

- RELAX.

STEP INTO MY OFFICE.

- OKAY.

IS THERE POISON IVY?

'CAUSE I GOT IT BAD ONCE,

AND I HAD TO TAKE STEROIDS

FOR IT.

NOT LIKE JACKED STEROIDS,

BUT IT WAS--

- YOU GOT THE MONEY?

- OH.

- BUSINESS BEFORE PLEASURE,

HONEY.

- OH, YEAH.

IS THIS ENOUGH?

- THAT'S PLENTY.

- OKAY.

WOW.

JESUS.

DO YOU--CAN--

I HAVE TO GO:

TO THE BATHROOM.

[mysterious breathing]

[snarling]

- HELLO?

[snarling]

[screaming]

- WELL, SINCE YOU'RE FEELING

ALL DOMESTICATED,

MAYBE YOU'D LIKE

TO HELP ME DISEMBOWEL

THIS LITTLE FELLA.

- OH, JESUS CHRIST, ED,

ON THE COUNTER LIKE THAT?

F***.

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