Carriers

Twenty questions. Go.

You're a man. Are you in poIitics?

Warm beer. Tastes Iike piss.

It's your turn, babe.

Dead or aIive?

Don't you think that's

a reaIIy stupid question these days?

You know, he's kind of an asshoIe,

but if you need me

to take care of him, I wiII.

I can hear you.

He's the one in the famiIy

with aII the brains.

Is that right?

AII right, the interstate's coming up.

What do we do?

Don't get on it. Stay on this back road.

How come every time you say that,

we end up in a three-hour scenic tour

in the middIe of nowhere?

Look, we agreed on the ruIes, didn't we?

And by taking it, we're breaking what?

The ruIe that says

we shouIdn't take the interstate.

" I guess we wouIdn't want

to break any ruIes," he said,

drinking his beer

as he drove the stoIen Mercedes

ridicuIousIy over the speed Iimit,

and, Iook, no hands!

-Babe, don't !

-Stop!

-Stop it, you moron!

-Don't !

-AII right, smartass, I'lI read the map.

-Can you? It has actuaI writing on it.

Very funny.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, guys.

AII right, windows, everybody.

What the heII is this guy doing?

My daughter and I, we ran out of gas.

AII right, sir,

pIease move your car out of the road.

We Ieft Denver yesterday morning.

Last gas we got was CoIorado Springs.

I'm sorry, we can't heIp you.

Now move your car!

Look, aII we need

is just a IittIe bit of gas.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

You and everybody eIse.

Stay where you are!

We can trade you for it.

We got food and water.

-Brian, we have more than enough.

-More than... How do you know that?

-I said do not get any cIoser!

-Brian, he Iooks cIean.

Or he couId be incubating.

Think about it for a second...

Guys! She's got it.

Sh*t!

Come on, come on, come on...

They'lI die out there.

Everyone dies.

The rules are simple.

At least. that's how my brother sees it.

One. avoid the infected at all costs.

Their breath is highly contagious.

Two. disinfect anything they've touched

in the last 24 hours.

Three. the sick are already dead.

They can't be saved.

You break the rules. you die.

You follow them. you live.

Maybe.

Hey. Look what I found.

Great.

Hey, if you happen to find a brand-new

factory-issued oiI pan, hoIIer.

-Are you sure you can't fix it?

-It's bIown, Ivy Boy.

-Brian.

-What?

AII that car needed was gas.

Wait, what? No. No, no, no way.

-If we sit here, we're just gonna die.

-We won't if we go back?

You saw the girI.

You saw the bIood, the rashes.

Bobby, come on, you saw her.

-Am I the onIy one here?

-Kate, we do not have a Iot of options...

They're your ruIes!

Danny, teII your girIfriend

to get her sh*t together.

-I'm not his girIfriend.

-She's not my girIfriend.

AII right, then teII me, teII me.

Why the heII is she here?

Why didn't we Iet her sit tight

in her McMansion,

-waiting for the Iooters?

-Okay.

CouId we just caIm down and try

and think this thing through? PIease.

-Yeah.

-So what about the car?

I don't know, Danny. I'm trying to think.

-WeII, we need that car...

-I know that!

Sh*t!

AII right, put your masks on, guys.

Frank HoIIoway.

We're gonna need your car.

Yeah, I figured as much.

Do you reaIIy want to spIatter

your brand-new vehicIe

with the insides of someone who,

for aII you know, may be infected?

We got Ioads of CIorox.

-CIeanup is not my chief concern.

-Brian, that's aII right.

-That's cIose enough.

-I picked up a radio transmission

from a schooI outside of Farmington

Iast week.

PeopIe from aII over the state

are traveIing there.

For what?

The CDC, they set up some kind

of emergency response center.

They've got a new serum.

That's one heII of a story, man.

I don't think I've heard that one yet.

Are they getting resuIts?

No, they're not getting any resuIts, Kate.

They've got a new treatment, and I am

taking my daughter there in this car.

Now, if you're onboard with that, great.

If not...

This is a fairytaIe, and he knows it.

It's the BaItimore vaccine aII over again.

It's a bunch of retroviraIs

that don't work for sh*t.

So go ahead, Brian.

Shoot him in the head.

Wait! Hey.

I got an idea.

Hey.

Want to know a secret? About boys?

Their bark is worse than their bite.

-You know what I mean?

-No.

-It's okay.

-Don't Iisten to her, kiddo.

-Trust me, she Ioves it when I bite.

-Why don't you eat me, Brian?

-I think we can arrange that.

-Jesus, Brian! She's , Iike, eight.

Yeah, weII, mentaIIy, so is he.

Adis. Road Warrior.

You crap piece of sh*t.

But Godless governments have fallen.

and the armies of man

have perished by his hand...

Pattycake, pattycake...

...for this pandemic is the flail of God

and the world his threshing floor.

and. implacably.

he will thresh out his harvest

until the wheat is separated from

the chaff. the righteous from the sinner.

And make no mistake about it.

there shall be far more chaff than wheat.

Few chosen...

Come to think of it,

I haven't seen much weed around IateIy.

-Very funny.

-What?

Just show some respect.

For what?

That God's punishing my daughter?

Who's he rewarding? Who, you?

-That's not what I'm saying.

-What are you saying?

Some peopIe Iocked themseIves away,

piIed up food,

didn't even pick up the phone.

They were dead in a week.

Me, I worked at the stadium,

digging those mass graves for 400...

-400 bucks a day!

-That's exactIy right.

You can Iaugh aII you want,

but I was up to my knees in that sh*t,

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