28 Days Later... Page #4

I promised them women.

What?

Eight days ago I found Jones

with his gun in his mouth.

He said he was going to kill himself

because there was no future.

What could I say to him?

We fight off the Infected or we wait

until they starve to death and then what?

What do nine men do

except wait to die themselves?

I moved us from the blockade, I set the radio

broadcasting and I promised them women.

Because women mean a future.

Selena! Hannah!

- What is it?

- We have to go.

- Jim, wait!

- No time! Come on!

Come on!

We get in the car and we go!

No! You're not going to keep them here!

You've got to let them go!

You can't keep them here!

Stay where you are!

I'm not gonna let you keep them here!

You can't do this!

Right, get him!

I want to give you a chance.

You can be with us.

But I can't let them go.

OK, Jim? OK.

Him too.

Smithers says

"Women and semen don't mix."

And Mr Burns says

"We all know what you think, Smithers."

And that was my favourite joke

in The Simpsons.

That's what they're doing a few

hundred miles away, across the Channel,

across the Atlantic. Eating dinner

and watching the f***ing Simpsons!

They're sleeping in their beds

next to their wives.

But we're here chained to a f***ing radiator

because the OC has gone insane!

Starting the world again when the rest

of the world hasn't even stopped.

Just imagine, just think about it.

How could Infection cross the oceans?

How could it cross the mountains

and the rivers? It can be stopped.

Right now TVs are playing

and planes are flying

and the rest of the world

is continuing as f***ing normal.

Think! Actually think about it.

What would you do

with a diseased little island?

They quarantined us.

"There is no Infection.

It's just people killing people." He's insane!

Time to go.

Quarantine?

- Please...

- Believe me, I'm not interested.

You see, I'm gonna have the black one.

And I'm gonna make her squirm.

Mitchell, I swear to God

it's gonna end badly for you.

Move.

Come on, move! Get up!

Get up, you c*nt! F***ing move!

Get up!

Move your f***ing arse!

Come on then,

you f***ing pansies. Do me first.

No, Mitch. Mitch, just use the gat.

- So you're gonna stick me?

- Shoot 'em!

- Why?

- Because it's f***ing quicker!

Is that how you'd let

your sergeant go out, Jones?

- I'll shoot them!

- No, you won't.

You'll let him stick me?

Like a f***ing dog?

I'm gonna enjoy this.

You stupid c*nt! What are you doing?

You wanna shoot me?

- You wanna shoot me? I'll kill you!

- Where's he f***ing gone?

F*** it! Get up! Get after him!

- Jones, move it!

- I can see him! I can see him!

Where are you?

- Can you see him?

- Through there!

Oh no. We're f***ed.

We're f***ed!

Relax.

He's over the wall. He's got no vehicle.

And no shooter.

He's dead.

The first thing we're going to do

is make you look more presentable.

The lady of the house

has an extensive wardrobe

which she certainly has no use for.

You can't do it to Hannah.

Go to the master bedroom,

pick out a wide selection.

Yes, sir.

No...

Ladies...

- It's only dressing up!

- No! Selena!

- I thought girls liked dressing up.

- Expensive dresses.

Selena!

Whoa, whoa, relax!

Selena!

Selena! Selena!

You need to leave me alone

with Hannah. OK?

- Listen, right. The OC wants...

- He wants us to dress up nice.

If you want us to get changed,

you have to leave the room. OK?

It's just polite.

Yeah, all right.

All right.

Come on, lads. Let's leave the room.

We're gonna eat these, Hannah, OK?

Come on. Eat these.

Are you trying to kill me?

No, sweetheart.

I'm making you not care. OK?

What you doing?!

- Someone's at the blockade!

- Jim!

Move!

Stay here and put the dresses on.

Let's go! Go!

He went over the wall.

We thought he'd be dead.

Shut up, Jones! Stay here.

Davis?

F*** it!

- What was that?

- Lightning.

I heard something.

It sounded like a Claymore to me.

All right, I'll go and hit the floods,

take a butcher's.

Girls,

keep an eye on him, will ya?

Those pills,

I think they're having an effect.

I can feel them. And...

I don't feel sleepy.

But...

They've been a long time.

What are you gonna do

if they don't come back?

Would you be the officer if Henry was dead?

Is that the way it works?

Shut up.

I don't think they are coming back.

I think they've been killed.

- I said shut up!

- Hannah...

They're dead.

And you're gonna be next.

- Get up!

- Whoa!

We're gonna get out of here.

Stay with it, Hannah.

Don't worry. I feel fine. Really.

Get him off me!

Get him off me!

It's Jones! It's Jones!

Oi! Where the f*** are you going?

What's all the f***ing shouting about?

Don't just stand there,

you soppy c*nt! Get after them!

You two, in there! Move!

Come on, then!

What the f*** you gonna do now?

Come on up!

Col!

- Defend these stairs with your f***ing life!

- Hannah!

- Mailer's loose.

- Hannah!

Sorry...

- Sir...

- Shh.

Shh.

Hannah?

Hannah?

Selena?

I haven't got any bullets.

I haven't got any f***ing bullets!

Don't f***ing leave me!

Come on!

Move!

Move! Move!

It's just you and me now, darlin'.

But don't worry, I'll get you out of here.

Then we'll find a nice little f***ing place

somewhere. Just you and me.

And we'll live happy ever after, eh?

That was longer than a heartbeat.

Jim?

Listen. Listen. It's not all f***ed.

We're gonna be OK. It's not all f***ed.

- I've got to explain something.

- Shut up.

It's gonna be OK.

Hannah, it's OK! He's not infected.

But I thought he was biting you.

I was kissing her. Are you stoned?

- It's a long story.

We have to get out of here. Come on!

Come on! Move!

You killed all my boys.

Wait...

Hannah!

Hannah? Hannah!

Hannah!

Get in.

They're locked.

The gates are locked!

F***ing do it!

Come on, Jim, breathe! F***ing breathe!

Not the curtains as well.

You looked all right in this, you know.

It's coming!

- You definitely heard it?

- Yeah!

- I can't hear anything!

- I told you, I heard it!

Go.

Do you think he saw us this time?

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