28 Days Later... Page #3

- Two each.

- Not for me, thanks.

Can I, Dad?

I don't think so, sweetheart.

Please?

- No.

- I can't sleep.

Come on, Frank. Let her live a little.

- Give her half of one.

- All right. We're on.

Night-night.

You're a big softie, Frank.

Frank?

Hannah?

Frank?

Hello? Hello!

Hello!

Hello! Hello!

Shh...

You're having a bad dream, that's all.

Thanks, Dad.

Come on, sleepyhead.

Come on, Babe Ruth.

Hurry up.

- Did I miss breakfast?

- You'll sleep through anything.

- Did you have a fry-up?

- We'll stop at a pub on the way. Door!

Our location

is the 42nd blockade, the M602,

You must find us. Please!

Salvation is here.

The answer to Infection is here.

Must be Manchester.

The whole of Manchester, the whole city.

No fire crews to put it out.

This is it.

I don't understand, Dad.

Did they leave?

- I don't like this. I think we should go.

- No!

Vehicles. We should check the vehicles.

There has to be something.

Nothing.

I can't believe it.

Frank...

Frank!

- We have to go.

- Yeah.

Go f***ing where?!

Get out of it.

Get out of it!

Dad, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.

Sorry I lost my temper.

Hannah...

I love you very much.

- What?

- Keep away from me.

Stay where you are.

- Dad?

- Keep away from me! Keep away from me!

Keep away! Keep away! Keep away!

- Dad!

- Keep away! Keep away!

What's wrong? Dad!

Jim! Jim, he's infected!

- No!

- Now, Jim! Now!

- Jim, kill him! Jim!

- Dad!

Kill him!

Stay away from him!

Keep away from the body!

Dad?

Three survivors. One male, two female.

I repeat, one male, two female.

ETA, 15.

Put the kettle on.

I'm Major Henry West.

- Welcome.

- Jim.

Hello, Jim.

Hello.

Well, we've got beds with clean sheets

and a boiler that produces hot water.

So you can all have a shower.

You look like you need one. Please.

It ain't funny. I got loads of cooking to do,

you f***ing Doris!

Run him over!

How is she doing?

She's lost her dad, Jim. That's how she is.

It's all f***ed.

What do you mean?

Oh, don't do that.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hey, don't do that.

Hannah is what Frank says she is. Tough,

strong, and she'll cope just like I'll cope.

- Just like you'll cope.

- I don't want her to have to f***ing cope.

I want her to be OK.

When Hannah had her dad it was OK.

It was OK for them and it was OK for us.

Now it's all just f***ed.

So you heard our broadcast?

- Yeah, we did.

- We must be a disappointment.

You were hoping for a full brigade. An army

base with helicopters and a field hospital.

- We were just hoping for...

- The answer to Infection.

Yeah.

As I said before, it's here. Though

it may not be quite what you imagined.

- Just feel lucky to have found you.

- You were lucky.

The fire drove hundreds of Infected

out of Manchester.

The surrounding area's teeming with them.

But don't worry.

You're quite safe here.

Flat terrain all round the house. Floodlights

which we've rigged up to a generator.

High perimeter wall which helps.

And we've been lacing the ground

with tripwires and land mines.

You wouldn't want to mow the lawn,

but if they get in, we hear them.

Secondary to protection,

our real job is to rebuild. Start again.

The belly of the house. The heart.

A wood-fired boiler providing us with hot

water. The first step towards civilisation.

The kitchen.

Here you are. I'll swap you.

- Now don't be throwing it.

- Here, give us some.

Don't be fighting.

Will you put that back? Put it back.

Jones, our resident tin opener.

- What are you cooking, Jones?

- Surprise, sir.

I can't wait.

And lastly, meet Mailer.

Mailer, Jim.

Jim, Mailer.

Got infected two days ago.

Mitchell managed to knock him out cold

and we got a chain round his neck.

Keeping him alive?

The idea was to learn something

about Infection.

Have him teach me.

And has he?

In a way.

He's telling me he'll never bake bread.

Farm crops,

raise livestock.

He's telling me he's futureless.

And eventually he'll tell me how long

the Infected take to starve to death.

You'll have to wait and see

Hope it's chips, it's chips

We hope it's chips, it's chips

Hat.

So, what have we here?

Tinned ham, tinned peas, tinned beans and...

- Nice one, Doris!

- Omelette!

- It's a feast, Jones.

- Honour of our guests.

Absolutely. I was going to propose a toast

but this omelette will do just as well.

- To new friends.

- New friends.

Jones, did you notice while cooking

that these eggs were off?

I thought the salt might cover the taste, sir.

Get rid of it.

Doris, you twat.

I don't suppose you can cook, can you?

I can't tell you how badly we need

someone with a little flair in the kitchen.

What a f***ing disappointment.

I saw those eggs, I thought it was Christmas.

We'll have eggs again.

Once everything's back to normal.

You muppet! Look at him, eh?

He's still waiting

for Marks and Spencer's to reopen.

- You don't know nothing.

- I think Bill's got a point.

If you look at the whole life of the planet,

we...

you know, Man has only been around

for a few blinks of an eye.

So if the infection wipes us all out,

that is a return to normality.

- That what you meant, Bill?

- Yeah, yeah.

Have you met our New Age sergeant?

Our spiritual guru.

Tell me, Farrell, exactly why

did you join the army in the first place?

This is what I've seen

in the four weeks since Infection.

People killing people.

Which is what I saw in the four weeks before

Infection, the four weeks before that...

As far back as I care to remember,

people killing people.

Which to my mind

puts us in a state of normality now.

- You're not eating?

- I don't want to eat.

You must eat, Hannah.

I don't want to eat.

I want to bury my dad.

He's one of the people you're talking about.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Move!

Move! Move! Move!

Enemy in front!

Mick, I f***ing got one!

What do you want, a f***ing sweetie?

Keep shooting, you c*nt!

F***ing hell! He bounced!

Cease fire!

I ain't never seen that in my life!

- Report clear!

- F***ing hell!

- Clear.

- Clear.

Yeah, yeah, clear.

Oh, hello!

Listen, sweetheart, you ain't

gonna be needing this any more.

Cos you got me to protect you now.

You wanna get your hands on a really

big chopper, you just come and see me.

F*** you!

- That's an offer, Mitch.

- Give her some.

How about right now?

Mitchell!

Easy, tiger. You don't wanna go

picking a fight with me, son.

Sergeant Farrell!

- Mitchell, first action on.

- Resecure the perimeter.

Then get to it. Jones, Bedford, go with him.

Slow down.

- Sergeant?

- Sir.

Clear the bodies off the lawn.

The rest of you, go with him.

My apologies.

Drink?

Look, we're grateful, OK?

We're very grateful for your protection

but if we're gonna stay here...

- Who have you killed?

- No one.

Who have you killed? You wouldn't be alive

now if you hadn't killed somebody.

I killed... I killed a boy.

A child?

Yes.

But you had to.

Otherwise he'd have killed you.

Survival.

I understand.

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