Like so many epidemic before,
the loss of so many lives began with a single microscopic organism.
GLASGOW, APRIL 3rd 2008
It's human natural to seek even the smallest comfort
in reason or logic for events as catastrophic as theses.
But a virus doesn't choose a time or place.
It doesn't hate or even care.
It just happens.
ENGLAND / SCOTLAND BORDER JUNE 20th, 9.17pm
The Reaper virus spread among the population of Glasgow like a normal cold.
There was no stopping it. No cure, no vaccine.
It claims the lives of thousands in the first week.
This is the end of the world!
In an attempt to qualm the outbreak, Marshall Law was implemented.
Roadblocks set up, curfews enforced. Come on darling.
The airports, seaports and borders were closed.
Scotland was placed under quarantine.
The people were ordered to stay in homes,
to lower travel and to avoid contact,
to sit it out and wait for help that did not come.
You! You! I'm talking to you!
Get down! Get down!
No, please. Don't shoot.
You fucker!
Towards the fence! Come on.
Get them!
Are you ok, darling? Look at... Ohhh.
Prepare!
Gas!
Let us in.
Please, take us with you. Get back!
Too heavy, we have to go now! Step away from the helicopter!
I have a child!
No wait, what are you doing! Back in the helicopter. Now!
Take the girl!
We have to go now!
Hold tight, sweetheart. Everything gonna be okay.
Come on.
Stay back!
Take this! That's your home.
Hold on tight, sweetheart.
Eden!
The wall stood 30 feet high, clared in steel armoured platings.
Following the line of the ancient Roman frontier 2000 years before,
spanning 80 miles east coast to west,
cutting Britain in half.
The coastal waters were mine laid and patrolled.
The sky was declared a no-fly zone,
and orders were given to shoot down any aircraft in violation of the quarantin.
The idea was simple, nobody came out. And nobody went in.
They need not worry about the second part.
Those abandoned within the quarantine zone,
were left to die.
Social order decayed along with the corpses.
The streets ran with blood as the people fought to stay alive.
The bodies burned in the thousands.
Looting, rape and murder became strife.
The fire spread,
while the cities were plundered and the last guy became primary savages,
feeding on dogs, rats and finally on each other.
As the weeks turn to months, they faded and died.
In time, all the lights gone out,
consigning the country north of the wall first memory,
and eventually to history.
As just as the government has turned its back on the hotzone,
so the rest of the world turned its back on Britain.
With hundreds and thousands unemployed, homeless and destitute,
the situation has reached its breeding point.
It now remains a matter of time before the laws of natural seek to address the balance.
LONDON, 2035. TODAY.
Targets are in play. Start recording.
What is this?
You, pig!
Get the case.
Drop the gun.
Fucking nazi! Where is your partner?
Tell me!
Tell me, or your life...
Get back! Don't you come any closer,
or I will blow his fucking brains all over this boat.
Sinclair, whatever you do, don't shoot.
What the hell are you doing? - Sinclair.
She is fucking nuts. Tell her to back off!
I'm ordering you not to shoot, Sinclair.
You go out the way of this.
You think I'm done, she will kill you.
No need for assurance.
I'll kill him, I swear.
Sinclair, go get your shots
Shit!
I'll never get used to that.
I suppose you got a cigarette.
When are you going to buy your own?
How much do you think those things cost?
I think I'll smoke yours.
Michaelson, was a good man. Not the greatest cop around to be.
A good man. What happened in there?
See for yourself.
Whatever happened, I'm the cause.
I can't recall what she looked like.
All I have is a name in an envelope with an address in a place where I can never go to.
I've watch you fight your way through the ranks through to now.
It made you so full of piss and vinegar.
If you carry on the way you are going, you are going to wind up a seriously fucked up individual.
Now do me a favour, please.
Go home and get some rest.
Everyone, this way.
Get back.
Get back!
Thank you, captain. That will be all.
Canaris. Prime Minister.
How long? Two hours ago.
Well, DDS was carrying out a routine drug raid, when they find the infected victims.
It's the Reaper virus. Oh my God.
It's back.
Bloody hell, George. What's got you in the twist?
National emergency, I'm afraid.
Briefing for the PM in five minutes.
Let's keep this informal, to the point.
We all know what is at stake, why you're here.
Jane.
In 2023 when the rising tidal waters was threatening to flood London,
we extended the Thames flood barrier.
Like a castle node, this system of canals
encircles the entire capital north of the river.
Our immediate plan is to flood the canals,
lockaged all bridges and to blind all railings in and out of the city.
You want to put 12 million people under lock and key.
Containment is our absolute priority.
We must implement Marshal Law now.
Keep the people off the streets, while we secure the blockade and set up medical stations.
Only then can we begin the evacuation. - Good!
It's all very well packing people into their homes and holding millions in sardines.
But if you drop a killing virus into that mix,
then this town is going to jizz out of social order.
And once you start stacking bodies on the streets, there will be panic,
public disorder, looting, rape, murder.
And that's just the starters.
The death toll will be unimaginably.
About that time, we absolutely fucked all we can do about it.
You have to think about the millions that we will be saving.
Are you talking about people or pound notes?
Chief Nelson, would you join me at my office?
If this is important, then make it quick.
I got a job to do, I need to be out there on the streets.
Michael, what we're about to show you is highly confidential
and potentially volatile material.
When the wall went up, the government did and naturally want to know
what's was happening on the other side.
So they retasked one of the military's satellite to provide coverage of Edinbourgh and Glasgow.
For the past 30 years, it has carried on taking pictures,
sending out, and what do you expect? Emptied cities and deserted streets.
That is, until three years ago when these turned up.
People.
On the streets of Glasgow. - Survivors?
What else could it be?
And if there are survivors,there must surely be a cure.
What we have to do is get our hands on it.
We already have a team standing by.
All we need is somebody to lead them.
Someone to take them in, find the cure,
put it into our hands before it is too late to turn the tide.
You don't know how many survivors there are.
And the team might not find them in time, they might not find them at all.
And they can still be contagious.
That is what the team is going to find out.
You know for three fucking years that they were out there,
and you swept it under the carpet.
All these data long said has been linked to lashback.
If yesterday I turned up on the 6 o'clock news with a survivor in tow,
they would have strung me to the nearest lamppost by the balls.
But if in 48 hours, I arrived with a survivor and a cure,
surely they wouldn't give a flying fuck about the survivors,
but they will be lining up to kiss my arse for that cure.
In politics, survival is timing and ours is one of now.
We have 48 hours. I need your best man on this right away.
All right.
I know someone who might just fit the bill.
Step in the car, its freezing there.
How long they've known? Long enough, but that doesn't matter now.
It matters for me.
How many survivors out there? It's not some personal quest that I am sending you on.
Focus on your mission.
Who's behind it? Hatcher?
Hatcher is a part of it,
But it is Canaris with the forces of strength.
He is the power behind this run,
and he is not someone you would pick a fight with.
Who, me? I'm serious.
Institutional clash.
Hatcher and the government, the whole fucking system down.
And there's no way Canaris is ever going to let that happen.
Once you're over that wall,
there's no rules, no backup. Better that way.
Look out for this for me, would you?
I don't suppose you got a cigarette?
No smoking on the helicopter and I don't smoke.
Fair enough.
Dr. Marcus Kane, he was leading the research into the virus when the gates were closed.
He was trapped inside the hots.
His lab was located inside the quarantine compound in Glasgow.
If somebody was capable of developing a cure, it was him.
I suggest you start at the lab, pick up the trails from there.
You rendez-vous with the rest of the team at the wall.
Then you proceed north, and take on the transport.
Why we're not flying? Scotland is still a no-fly zone.
Hatcher needs to keep this as low profile as possible.
So if we don't make it out, no one will know we went in.
You have got 46 hours.
If you don't make it back, the city of London and everybody else will be left to die.
If that's it, I'll find him.
You will need this, it's a GPS Locater which can tells us exactly where you are.
We have got a gunship standing by, ready to extract your team.
So much for low profile.
Once you have the cure, it won't matter anymore.
What happens if we don't find anything out there?
Then you have got a problem coming back.
What are we going to do, Canaris?
Just calm down, and listen.
Even though by some miracle Sinclair finds what she is looking for,
and makes it back in time. The fact remains this is our fault. We made it happened.
Too many people grounded together so tightly that they can barely move,
We have created the perfect breeding ground for a virus to take place.
The more we save now, the more the chances there is the same thing happening all over again.
Now we have an opportunity to buy ourselves breathing room.
What exactly are you suggesting?
Brood a war, Prime Minister.
It's basic combat triarch.
Leave the dying to die. With the whole world watching?
Along this stint, we can get away with anything we want.
THE WALL - 3 HRS LATER.
Major Sinclair,
you have a good flight? It's all right.
Sergeant Hook, welcome to no man's land.
Why do you call it that?
There is no longer any living soul living outside of that wall, except us.
What about the sentries?
No, the whole system is fully automated about 20 years ago.
Nowsaday, what we ever get ever outside those walls is wildlife .
The team arrived two hours ago.
They are at the equipment area inside.
I should get suited up, sergeant. We're getting slow on this one.
Yes, Sir.
Has the team been briefed?
I have given them their assigments, objectives and the file on Dr. Kane.
Major Sinclair? Chandler, Armored Division.
I will be your driver, today.
Well they may be ugly, but they move swiftly like a shutter
with a twin phased 12th engine, a two-inch armoured plate which will take anything from
of 30 mm artillery, chemical weapons,
just what you get for a armoured tank.
Where did you find these things?
They were drawn behind the hotzones, just north of the walls.
Since the system is fully automated, they are sold along for scrap.
These are the last two in service.
Major, this is Corporal Read. Tank driver.
Major. Carry on, Corporal.
Rifleman Miller and Carpenter. Major.
What have we got here?
Biosuits, combat model. High impact flexi-polymers.
Give total freedom and movement and 24-hour protection.
Just what we needs.
Prototype, silicone foam grenade.
This is frontline equipment. A going away present from Canaris.
Are we expecting trouble?
Is there a problem? No, no problem at all. Major.
Good.
This is our cargo. Dr. Talbot and Stirling.
You were part of the taskforce set up to study the virus.
That's right. Good to meet you, Major.
I took part in 2024, Stirling joined in 2031.
Until Hatcher and his infinite wisdom decided to pull the plug on the whole program.
We've tried everything of course, just couldn't crack it.
I do hope that this trip of yours is worth the risk, Major.
Problem is someone thinks so.
Alright, listen up. I want everyone suited, brooded and strapped back here in 10.
Open the gate!
Sentry guns deactivate.
Okay, Chandler. Take us in.
Shit! Sergeant, what was that?
Chandler, why did you stop?
Er, I think we hit something? Major.
Say again.
Major, I think you better have a look at this.
Alright Miller, suit up and check it out.
Chandler, send a flare.
Hey Chandler, what is black and white and spread all over?
It is probably dumber to say but, the cow was the complete right on. Moo
Alright, get back inside.
This farm has been closed for 25 years.
The government trys to suppress this information getting out of the hotzone.
They didn't want people to know how bad things have gotten out there.
I don't think we can stay here much longer.
Morality has abandoned these people.
It seems that he dug in with a bunch of stranded soldiers.
and continued to run the hospital the best they could.
Kept up writting reports on the army frequency
using their comset until their power went down.
The virus has spread, the power supply is dwindling.
Our food and water is running our fast.
At night we can hear the distanced crys of pain and anguish.
They have begun to feed off each other.
It's many evil out there.
Ammunition is low.
The barricades won't hold out much longer.
Our time has run out. This is Dr. Marcus Kane, signing off.
What do the numbers mean?
It is the number of people in each house that needed saving.
They were told to stay in their homes, that help would come.
WARNING: YOU ARE ENTERING REAPER VIRUS CENTRAL QUARANTINE ZONE.
Clear.
Stand back.
I'll check out the quarters.
All clear.
Read, we are on the fifth floor. We are going in.
Copy that. everything is quiet here.
What is TV button doing?
Talbot and Stirling. You're up.
How the hell we are suppose to find anything in this big mess.
Just keep looking.
It would help if we knew what we were looking for.
Some evidence of Kane's work.
I know when I see it.
Thank you, that helps a lot.
Shut it, Carpenter.
Major!
Major! We have a live one!
Chandler, did not copy. Say again.
There is a fucking guy, outside on the street.
I'll U-turn. Do not touch her.
Chandler, keep her in sight. But do not approach her.
I repeat, do not approach her.
Chandler, what are you doing?
You've heard Sinclair! Get back inside now.
She needs help, Read. Look at her.
Chandler, no!
Chandler, get your short hairy arse back in the vehicle.
It is OK. It's gonna be OK.
Chandler, do you copy?
Yes, She is alive, Major. But only just.
Major, she is to be isolated so that we can examine her.
Alright, let's get her inside.
Major, this lab looks untouched.
Take a look, we are right behind you.
Talbot, get down now!
Read, this is an emergency! Evac now.
Copy that.
Now get away! Hurry with that torch.
Major! Through the back door.
Shit!
Chandler, get back in the fucking NPC now!
OK, I'm on it.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
We're moving!
Park your weapon that way!
Jesus Christ!
Fuck you, suckers!
Shit!
Chandler, you are on fire! I have no fucking time for it!
Major, we are under attack.
I repeat, we are under attack.
You stink!
Fuck!
NPC 1 is down!
Shit!
I repeat, NPC 1 is down. We have lost Chandler.
Christ! Get NPC to level 1.
Get in there!
Do you want us all dead... - Shut the fuck up!
Move, move!
Sergeant, cover fire.
Miller, hand grenade.
This is bad news.
Look up.
What are you doing with that? We're going down.
Now! Shoot, Miller!
Major, you are made insane!
The corners. Check the corners!
Block!
Miller, get that fucking hatch open!
Oh Shit!
Get in! We gotta go now!
Let's go go go!
Anybody injured? I'm okay.
Fuck up with that!
Brace yourself for impact!
- Read! Takeover the wheel now!
Jesus, love you!
Stirling, are you still there? - I'm okay okay.
How about Reeds? She's dead.
Fuck this shit man, fuck it!
Alright grab what you can and bail out.
Miller, cover Norton! Cover and fire.
I should be okay. I doin, I doing it.
Norton, the alley way. Covered!
Stirling, cover them!
He needs my help.
Get over here. Go!
Get behind me! Get Talbot!
Major! go!
Major, fucking go!
Come on then you fucker...
Fuck!
I'm out!
Keep your hands off me!
Talbot!
Make way. Go go go!
Move it!
Arghhhh!
This one for Sol.
Shit!
I'm sorry. I am so sorry.
I'm already being kind to you.
But if you keep going on like this.
See, I have forgive you.
I am sorry. I am so sorry.
But you are making me so fucking mad!
Just talk to me.
Who are you?
What's the fuck is the matter with you? Enjoy pain is that it?
Because you are fucking asking for it.
Let's try again.
Who are you and where have you come from?
I know that Kane didn't send you, So who did?
Where did you get your fancy gear from? And the tanks and guns?
Talk to me!
Did you see Kane?
You need me to speak a little louder, is that it?
Well how's this?
Fuck you!
We came over the wall.
Fucking knew it. I fucking knew it!
I knew he was fucking lying! Who was lying?
Kane!
You see, the master told us there was nothing out there.
No hope of salvation.
But I knew, I knew that one day someone would come out and prove him wrong.
If Kane is alive, then I need to find him.
Save your breath. You can relax now.
And you are alive only as long as we need you.
We see if you can come over the wall, then you have plan on getting back.
We have tried before, and failed.
I have seen too many of my friends rush those gates.
But before they could even get close, they were turn to fire,
and fell as ash.
But with you here to lead us through,
We are going to go all the way.
Oh lady, I can eat you right up.
If you speak about that bastard Kane, he's history.
But you, you are our passport to the promised land.
You gonna be so disappointed.
I will be the judge of that.
Can you hear that? The hounds are hungry.
It's feeding time for the fucking dog!
I need this one alive and make sure she stays that way.
Nice watch.
Sol, I've heard what you said. And I have to speak with you.
You'll get your turn. Sol!
The wind of change is blowing a hurricane.
Give them that.
Ladies and gentlemen, here he is, the chef,
the big chief, the sunshine of lives, it's Sol!
Ladies and Gentlemen!
We have a special treat in stall for you.
Medium fucking rare.
Kane thought he can tell us what to do.
And we tell Kane. Fuck you!
This is our city!
Whoever they send here,
we gonna catch them.
And we gonna cook them!
And then we gonna eat them!
Come on!
No, no, no! Please, please please!
Kill him!
Please, please, please, please! No!
You bitch!
If you're hungry, why don't try a piece of your friend.
Hey!
What do I have to do to get a drink?
Put the key in the lock and turn it very slowly.
Wasn't so painful, was it?
Wait, get me out here and I can help you.
You can help me? Why? What do you offer?
I just speak with Sol.
He said that you came through the wall.
No, no, no, please don't leave me here. He will kill me.
You have to do better than that, I'm afraid.
I can help you to find Kane.
You know where Kane is? I should, he's my father.
If I find out you're lying,
you'll wish that I left you here.
Follow me and keep a closing distance.
Look out!
You can let go now.
Move it!
Come in, Sergeant.
Sinclair? This is Norton, where are you?
On the move, meet us at the station on Queens Streets.
The station on Queens street, copy.
Come on.
Find them!
Come on.
Joshua, it's ok.
You can trust her. She looks dangerous.
She is.
Norton, can you copy? Come in.
It looks clear.
Go, go, go, go!
Fucker! Fucker! Fucker! Fucker!
Fucker! Fucker! Fucker!
Sergeant, go ahead!
This way.
Get them.
Get ready Norton, if you hear me. Platform 4.
Are you going or not?
Come on!
Come on, move it!
Get those fuckers!
Come on, Stirling! - Norton.
Come on!
Stirling, Bend down!
Come on.
Come on! Grab my hand!
Come on, Major. Faster!
Come on!
Where are you taking us?
Somewhere safe, for the moment.
Sorry to piss in your chips, but we haven't got time to play safe.
You said that you'll take us to Kane, and I need to see him now.
I said I would help you find him but I cannot take you to him.
Why not?
Because he will kill me.
And if he finds out where you're from, he will kill you too.
Ever since Sol left, he becomes suspicious of everyone, even me.
His people are too afraid to defy him.
and those who dare are tortured or killed.
You are living proof of the world beyond that wall.
All my life, we have been told that there's nothing out there.
Your being here makes him a liar.
What are you doing in the city? I went to find my brother, Sol.
That maniac is your brother?
That is one fucked up family, man.
There are more.
And we are caught right in the middle.
What is this place?
A short cut through the mountain. We use it all the time.
It looks like an old military facility or something.
Whatever it was, they left in a hurry.
They didn't even bother to lock the doors.
Jesus, what do you think are in there? The last star?
I don't know, mate. Those blast doors are 12 inches thick.
Whatever it is, somebody want to make it safe.
Somebody coming.
Telemon.
Run.
Wait, who or what is Telemon? He is Kane's executioner.
Come on.
You can go, I'm staying.
Give me your side arm and you can get out of sight.
You really don't give a fuck, do you?
I think your plan's shit, but I guess I'll stand with you.
That is something you don't see everyday.
Joshua!
No, no, no, no, no.
Run, run! Faster!
Sergeant, put down your weapon.
We need to get to Kane as quickly as possible and this is it.
Alright. Fuck it.
I hope you know what you're doing.
I knew they will be watching our cities.
That why we chose this place, out of sight, out of mind.
I supposed it was only a matter of time
before they send someone to answer the question.
Why are you alive when you should be dead.
That is what you want to know, isn't it?
Answer him!
Something along those lines.
Leave us.
The answer is easy, in the land of the infected, the immune man is king.
Sir, if this is just a power trip, why stay hidden?
Why not show yourselves?
Do you think we chose to cast off our path of our former existenance?
No, we didn't choose anything.
We were delivered.
The walls around you, they were built to last and so shall we.
What we built here from the ashes is pure blood.
Unaffected by the outside world
Until now.
Have you found the cure?
Ahh, even now you still claim to hope?
If I were you I would have abandoned any such thoughts.
There is always hope.
But there is no cure, there never was.
We have prevailed here.
Not because of science, through natural selection.
The survival of the fittest.
We have earned the right to live here.
Purged to the likes of you.
Take them away.
Don't you even want to know why we were here?
If you are here at all , we'll know soon enough.
It is the Reaper virus, it's back.
If he touches me one more time I will kill you waist down, I swear.
How dare they send you here to ask for my help.
They started this fire. They can burn in it!
LONDON, INSIDE THE HOT ZONE.
Place your right hand on the screen.
Now look into the right top scanner
We're losing our city.
I better get out there.
It's time to get you out, Prime Minister.
Third floor.
How the hell did this man...?
Isolate him in the minister's office. Do it now!
Move, Sir. - I do not understand how I...
Keep your distance! - Canaris!
Canaris! - Back away!
Canaris!
Good shot.
I was trying to save him.
You've brought impurity into our world.
You must be cleansed. Do it.
Please, father, please.
Father, please, Nooooo!
Dad! Father! Dadeeee!
You, turn around.
Put your hands up.
Sinclair, what did they call you before they call you Major?
Eden.
Well Eden, I still think this is a shit plan.
So, tell me. What's it like out there now?
What do you care?
I'm curious.
Same shit, different era.
So we did the right thing really. By keeping ourselves to ourselves.
Don't you mean turning your back?
You used to be a doctor.
What point did you stop caring?
I used to be an idealist.
But that night that they closed the gates...
That night, I lost everything.
My wife, my family.
You don't know the pain.
You chose to stay hidden.
Your wife and family could still be out there.
Have you ever stop to think about their pain?
I haven't slept one night in 25 years without leaving that moment.
Who are you to talk to me about pain?
What do you know?
What did you ever lose?
Daddie wishes to see you. Stay away.
Don't fuck with me, I'm not in the mood.
Get the keys.
Back off.
Where did you go, bastard?
Grenades. Pretty.
They come in nicely. - Come on, Dr.
I think I have never lost.
I'm out of my bloody mind.
Execute the prisoners! Now.
Man the defenses! We are under attacked.
Nice, yeah eh?
Where are they?
Fuckers!
You! Finish her off.
Shit.
Cally! We don't have the time.
They're stealing our horses!
Move it!
Come on. Get the torches.
Sergeant, shut the doors. - Roger.
Sergeant, check and see if there is a backup generator.
We need something really fast.
Do it please.
Let's try that box.
What are you looking at? Break that fucking door.
Nice color. I'll take it.
I will get those blast doors open.
Stirling and Cally, throw him out.
Where are you going? - I going to find the phone.
Come on. This way.
Hurry up, you lazy tweets!
Grab them!
Perfect.
Get into the car. - What does it do?
I'll show you what it does.
GLASGOW, 56 KM
Nelson. We got our package, we're on our way.
You better get here quick.
Canaris is in charge. Hatcher's dead.
Put him on.
This is for you.
Yes.
You still want your prize, then follow the signal.
Trace the source and send the coordinates directly to me.
Okay. Let's go.
This is as far as you go. We'll handle it from here.
Oh my god! Unbelievable!
Put your foot down! I'll wait till they have pass us.
Hold on.
Step on it!
Shit. - Jesus.
Those fucking cars. You think?
Hold on, we are going for a ride.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You shit is our bread and butter!
Fuck! Fuck!
Here they come.
Arghh!
Please, stop. You will kill us all.
You bitch!
Well you like pain? Yeah.
How about this?
Step on the fuck, gas!
Cally! Cally!
Jesus!
Shit!
Major Sinclair, you have me worried for a while.
Do you have it?
I got it.
Where is the medical team?
Let's not make this difficult. You have done a good job.
We'll take it from here.
Stirling, bring her out.
You'll have to forgive Stirling, he is very involved in his work.
Okay, let's go.
We understand we need to be sacrificed.
The longer we leave it, the better shape we will be once the dust settles.
Once the virus has eaten away the dead flesh,
then we'll make our move. Just a course of timing.
Making you the hero of the hour.
You said that you had the cure. Where is it?
She is the cure. The survivors are immune.
We can use her blood to make a vaccine.
Hand her over. She is not going anywhere without me.
Captain. Get behind her.
Hand her over now.
Go with them.
I don't trust him.
There's no choice. So that's it?
I've got nothing left to bargain with.
I have done my job.
Now it's your turn. Is that all it was for you?
A job?
That's right.
Now take her and go.
Rough night? Rough enough.
I've suppose you've got a cigarette?
Come with me, I'll get you all the cigarettes you want.
Pity, I could use someone like you.
She is so beautiful.
You okay?
Never better.
How did you find me?
I used to be a policeman once.
Not anymore. Okay.
Did Canaris get what he wanted? He did.
I have the feeling he'll be holding on to it for a while.
Shit!
Don't worry.
He gave me something in return.
All the evidence you need to bring Canaris down.
He will come after you.
Well, he won't know where to find me.
Just do me a last favor, drive careful.
Be lucky.
The longer we leave it, the better shape we will be once the dust settles.
Once the virus has eaten away the dead flesh,
then we'll make our move. Making you the hero of the hour.
If you are hungry, why try you or not a piece of your friend!