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Fuck!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!
No!
They're coming!
No!
No!
Help me!
Help me!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
Rachel!
Lift him up!
Come on!
Come on!
Thank you.
Thank you.
They've been saying the same damn thing for days. This is no hemorrhagic fever.
I've seen enough horror movies to know what I'm living at one.
Fever doesn't cause people to eat other people.
I've been watching them for a while.
They only come after what they can see, smell, or hear.
They're just like us.
Except there's nothing up here.
They don't even remember chasing you inside.
Shot one of them straight through the collarbone.
He just kept on coming.
Nothing happened.
How do you explain that?
I can't.
It's like they only focused on one thing.
Feet.
What the hell were the two of you doing out there on foot with them things everywhere?
Trying to get out of the city?
We got a cap behind him.
There was a wall of crashed cars and something came from everywhere.
Our car got stuck.
We panicked.
Right.
We were the only ones that made it out of there.
My god.
If you didn't open the door, we'd be dead out there, mister.
You can call me Wallace.
Matt.
And this here's Rachel.
You're pretty good with a pistol out there, Matt.
But the noise from all that shooting could have got you both killed.
Two weeks ago I've never even fired one of these.
And now I'm off shooting people in the head.
Old new world.
We're all learning a lot about what we're capable of.
Are you here alone, Wallace?
I'm here with my wife Tracy.
It's been tough on her.
I gave her something to take the edge off.
This is the first time she's had any real deep sleep since the world turned upside down.
And I'm not about to take that away from her.
Oh no, please don't wake her.
Where y'all headed?
Oh, hi.
My mother brother's there up there.
And you sure they're okay?
No, but we're gonna find out.
Her mother's got a three acre plot up there.
If anybody's got a chance of making it through this, it's them.
Why don't you two come with us?
Yeah, there's plenty of room for you and Tracy up there.
No, no, no, no, son.
I'd rather be right here in my home of 17 years.
Not out there.
Not running like rats.
Hiding from monsters.
Seeking out a so-called existence.
You have a better chance out there.
A chance to what?
This is our home.
We've lived a full life.
We're just retiring the living, that's all.
You know, not so long ago,
when things still made sense
before the world went all to shit,
I used to be a teacher.
A teacher, huh?
Yes, sir.
Evolution.
Natural selection.
Extinction.
It's a funny thing about natural selection.
Over time, human beings became the dominant species on this planet
due to our ruthlessness.
Survival of the fittest, right?
The human record is filled with countless examples
of how prolific we are at killing indiscriminately
to advance our own agenda.
You ever hear the Carolina Parakeet?
No.
I can't say that we have.
Conoropsis, Carolinensis.
Beautiful bird it was.
Green body.
Yellow head.
Red around the beak.
Simply gorgeous.
Had one fatal flaw, though.
An overwhelming sense of empathy.
Empathy?
Yes.
It cared too much.
Ain't that a bitch?
It had a peculiar flocking behavior.
You shoot around a bush,
you shoot around a bush,
you shoot around a bush,
you shoot around a buffing behavior.
You shoot around a buckshot,
and a flock of them perched up in a sycamore tree.
The ones that didn't fall, get away,
would fly around for a few seconds
and then right back to where they were.
Morning, they're dead.
The whole long,
they were all gone.
Hell, we didn't even know they went extinct
until 30-some years after we'd seen the last one alive.
That's one of us.
Jesus.
Same with the dodo bird.
All you had to do to clear out a whole forest of them.
To catch one, it would let out a cry,
and all the others would come running.
Whoa!
Sorry, sons of bitches, didn't have a chance
once they came in contact with us humans.
Come on, come on, come on!
Yes, sir.
All them birds were white clean off the face of the earth,
simply because they cared about one another.
And here we are, the year of our Lord, 2014.
Lo and behold, look what's become of us.
A kinder, gentler, greener human being.
We know neither how to hunt nor gather.
Consumers to the core.
We've bred out of our DNA all the ruthless,
swizzical traits that made us the dominant species.
And this thing, this plague, this virus,
whatever the hell you want to call it,
it's tailor-made to destroy us.
All it needs to do is take one of our own,
and just like the stupid curl out of parakeet
that we've become, we come running right on back
to tend to our wounded and get swallowed up in the process.
And all it takes is a little scratch
of just one little bite to get infected.
We can't fathom the thought of abandoning
our own flesh and blood.
Or on the other hand, when selfishness
and self-preservation makes it impossible
to entertain the thought of sacrificing ourselves
to save the lives of others, you tell me.
What chance do we really have?
What do you say to the devil
when he comes calling at your door,
dressed as your wife of 30 years?
What do you do when the only way to survive
is to turn your back on thousands of years
of paternal instinct?
I'm telling you, we're through.
It might not be what you want to hear,
but it's the truth.
And even if we were to survive,
what would it take?
It'd take a certain cold bloodedness.
I'm not sure that I have that in me.
Consider me in my kind extinct.
Listen.
My truck is out in the garage.
It's got almost a full tank of gas.
You two take it.
Me and Tracy ain't going nowhere.
Go on.
Take them before I change my mind.
Come on, children.
Come on, children. Go.
Go.
Go.
Yes!
David.
You here alone, boss?
I'm here with my wife, Tracy.
This is the first time she's had any real deep sleep
since the world turned upside down.
Baby.
What did you say to the devil
when he comes calling at your door,
dressed as your wife of thirty years?
Take me with you.
Take me with you.
Take me with you.
Take me with you.
Take me with you.
Take me with you.
Take me with you.
