2 Hours

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I only have one memory of her.

A dream.

A nightmare.

Stop it you're such an animal.

I am. A big one.

What was that?

I don t know,

but stay here.

Where are you going?

I need to stop them,

but I can't.

How can you leave me?

They say

it only takes 2 hours.

2 HOURS

The end of the world

killed off most of the living,

but a few of us survived

and resisted our turn

for extinction.

We fought back and we went on living.

We were gathering supplies

along these tracks,

stocking up this outpost

so we could defend ourselves

from the infected,

and the virus,

our beautiful gift to the world.

I'd rather put a bullet in my head,

than become one of those

flesh eating pieces of sh*t.

But I won't have to.

There was a group of survivors

waiting here for me.

But these train tracks

aren't safe anymore

and they're the only way

back to Compound U-1.

Where there's a cure,

a rose blooming in this

god forsaken wasteland.

I just need to find the survivors.

(Whispers):
what was that?

After she was gone

I wished she had never existed.

Those were days of fear,

killing to survive.

Not knowing what terrors

would come next.

But then I found the other survivors.

They'll be heading for the woods,

where the trees are still beautiful,

still alive.

Where they say,

the infected just wander aimlessly

like lost souls searching

for a reason to exist.

(Whispers):
Stay here.

The virus turns the mind

against itself.

It will use her to confuse me,

slow me down.

I need to find the survivors soon,

but to do that I'll have to get past

these stupid, drooling,

brainless animals.

If I can make it to woods

beyond these ruins I'll be safe.

But getting there in one piece

is a different story.

If I'm not careful

every one of these infected

bastards will come running.

(Walkie Talkie):
Can anyone hear us?

Is anyone still alive out there?

(Walkie Talkie):
The train tracks

have been overrun.

(Walkie Talkie):
We're heading

to the woods now.

(Whispers):
Where are you going?

(Whispers):
Where are you going?

You're such an animal.

I need to stop them.

We're only little pretty bones,

and then we change.

Like leaves

blowing in the wind.

I can feel the virus

flooding my mind

with whispers from my past.

And blurring all of my memories

from the last 2 hours

With the nightmare

that always haunts my dreams.

I try not to think about her.

But she's always there to punish me.

Now I can't tell whether I'm sleeping,

or waking.

She's slowing me down.

I need to avoid her and keep moving.

I'm running out time.

I have to find the survivors.

(Whispers):
Stop resisting.

Pull yourself together,

stay focused and keep moving.

There's still time,

you can make it.

It's messing with your head,

it wants to confuse you.

You can still survive this.

Don't listen to the whispers

the survivors are close.

(Whispers):
You're going to die.

Look at yourself!

- Leave me alone.

- You're wandering in circles.

Think about how you got here.

Well it wasn't safe.

I had to find the survivors.

(Whispers):
This was never about

the survivors,

they can't help you.

Bullshit, it's the virus.

Just ignore it.

Keep moving.

You're almost to the survivors,

they can keep you alive.

(Whispers):
You don't want to live.

You left the tracks.

The only way to the cure.

You're only chance to survive.

I need to keep looking

for the survivors.

(Whispers):
You're not listening.

You need to be looking for her.

She's dead and gone.

(Whispers):
You've been avoiding

this since it happened.

(Whispers):
You should've

stayed on the tracks.

I had to leave.

You need to face this or you'll

relive this nightmare forever.

The survivors are here in the woods.

(Whispers):
the woods pulled

you away from her.

You left her to die scared and alone!

You killed her.

Murderer!

What was that?

Stay here.

Where are you going?

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help.

How can you leave me?

I only have one memory of her.

A dream.

A nightmare.

I need to stop them,

but I can't.

No one can.

The time for our extinction

is finally here.

And we can only resist for so long

until we see the beauty of it.

In my dreams

she was always leading me

down the tracks,

bringing me closer to her.

Trying to wake me

from the nightmare of living,

and I hated her for it.

But she only wanted us

to be together again.

I needed to lay to rest

the nightmare that haunted me

so I could face the change

that was always coming.

Sometimes the most

beautiful moments in life

come from the worst ones.

I loved her more than anything.

But it took this

to help me understand that.

The virus is the cure,

but we've tried so hard

to resist it.

We've been so afraid

of an unknown future

that we've lost sight of

the beauty all around us.

Among the wastelands of our lives,

beneath the ruins of our cities,

a rose is blooming

and it is wonderful.

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