Pandemic Page #5

Think of it like being underwater.

Holding your breath, you're fine,

but once you reach a certain point...

you'll do anything to get back on top.

Did they train you for the field?

- Yes, extensive.

- Where'd you practice before this?

What?

You are a doctor.

- So, where did you practice?

- Lab technician, 11 years with the CDC.

I was chosen to lead this team

because I am qualified to do so.

I got it. Thank you, doctor.

We're less than two miles to the school.

Let's hope we're not too late.

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

Those people that attacked us...

what do they want?

Get various supplies, a way back in, food.

Are you the suburbs are as bad?

The suburbs still look nice.

Don't let that fool you.

- Did you have family here?

- My husband and my daughter.

Did they make it out?

I haven't heard from them

since all of this started.

If the outbreak had happened...

a couple of days different

on either end, I would've...

I should've been there.

Two point five billion dead

and he still believes in God.

There's one theory you can cross off.

The rapture would've sucked

his dumb ass right up.

Shouldn't you ask him to stop

and check for uninfected?

- We're not stopping.

- They're trying to preserve the population.

Please. Greer could give

two shits about these people.

We're pickin' up guinea pigs.

You really think it's conspiracy sh*t?

Once the docs run outta people

to try their new vaccines on,

they'll turn to us. Am I wrong?

What am I asking you for?

You don't know sh*t.

If we get back,

ask Greer about Quarantine A,

about what he plans to do with these

survivors. He'll tell you I'm right.

The only thing I'm stoppin' for is Denny's.

I am f***in' starvin'.

- Isn't there food at the compound?

- No, not for us. We have to earn our keep.

I've hardly eaten in days,

but it could be worse.

Most of them die of starvation.

Not all of us live in

the first-class camp, Dr. Chase.

- Oh, sh*t. Stop the bus!

- Dude, you see somethin'?

Yeah. Stop the bus.

I'm gonna take a lap around the block.

Make sure this ain't no trap.

Either this bus stops moving

or you stop moving.

Stop the bus.

Oh, my God.

Sorry.

Help me! Help... help me.

Get off.

- Grab her.

- Oh, my God.

Thanks.

Nice shot.

- Thanks.

- Where the hell were you?

I'm the only one who knows how

to drive this b*tch. I ain't riskin' sh*t.

Did you find anything inside?

Hey...

the school's like three blocks

from here, so...

I'm gonna keep us movin'. Cool?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about your wife.

Have...

Have you ever...

heard of infecteds...

eating people?

No.

Why?

Did you see something?

We're here.

Shall we?

Let's do it.

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