Code Red Page #4
Yes, sir!
We need backup.
I repeat, we need backup!
Down, Miriam.
Shh! Okay.
Miriam, we're gonna play
a little game, all right?
What game?
I need you to close your eyes
and count to ten real slow.
- Okay? Can you do that for me.
- Yeah, okay.
Whatever you do,
whatever you hear,
no matter what,
don't peek, okay?
Go.
One...
two...
three...
four...
Please...
I have two small kids.
But you're fine with
shooting and burning
other people's children, right?
Here's your privilege.
Die human.
- [gunshot]
- ...ten.
Good job, sweetie.
Good job.
Come on, let's go.
- What's your name?
- Alex, sir.
Take us to the bridge
and live, Alex.
Watch your head, Miriam.
- Got her?
- Yup.
Drive! Move this thing.
Relax, Alex.
I need you to take the girl
and me to the bridge.
- Can you do that?
- Of course.
But we are running out of gas.
We can drive less than a mile.
We have to go
to a gas station.
Well, find one.
You cold, sweetie?
There you go. All right. Shh.
Back to sleep.
Shh.
- Harold?
- Yeah.
We need to take some water.
Then we've gotta
carry on moving.
on the right.
Clear.
All right, I'll cover you.
[gate rattles]
Locked.
[laughs]
Come on.
Thank you, God!
Can you get us
close to the pump?
Uh, no, this is it.
All right.
Miriam, wait here.
You're kidding me.
It's too short.
Go inside. Find something
to put gas in it.
Drop it.
Don't even think to shout.
Move.
Move!
Put down your weapon!
Now! Do it!
Don't make me ask you again!
Mommy? Mommy!
- Dr. Bennett?
- Miriam?
Mommy!
- Thank you. Thank you so much!
- Mommy!
- John saved me.
- Good to see you again, John.
Harold, get in there!
Find something
to put this gas in now!
Double time! Move it!
- Mommy!
- My sweet peanut!
- Oh, baby!
- Mommy!
I thought I'd lost you.
Thank you so much
for saving her.
Let's go! Come on!
You two, come on!
Come on, guys, hurry up!
Let's go, move!
One in the warehouse.
I'll go and get it.
Make it quick.
- I'm on it.
- Hurry up.
Harold, come on!
[growling]
Get down!
[growling]
John?
John?
Go on.
Get out of here.
Go without me. I'm done.
Alex, get them out of here!
- John?
- You need to go.
- Let me see!
- No!
Stay up there.
It's too late.
- Come with us!
- No, I can't, sweetie.
- You need to go now.
- Please!
Ana, put her in there. I don't
want her to see me like this.
- Wait for me inside.
- No! John!
- Baby, listen--
- Come with us!
Give her these.
And, Ana...
don't let me leave the world
like one of these things.
Please.
[gunfire]
That was it.
We can't go any further.
Peanut...
I love you.
I love you, Mommy.
I love you, I love you.
Okay, we're gonna
have to get out,
and you need
to stay by my side.
- Okay?
- Okay.
I'm Dr. Ana Bennett!
In charge of the biochemical
division on base!
I'm aware of the infection!
I know what caused it!
What should we do?
Code red is in effect.
No one can be released.
No.
I want her brought in alive.
Who the hell are you?
You have no clue what
you're dealing with here.
I'm in charge now.
Bring her in!
Baby, come on.
Come.
Good girl.
Don't look down.
Come on.
Alex?
No, I don't wanna die.
- Mr. Bunny! Mr. Bunny!
- Shh! Baby!
[screaming]
It's okay! Shh!
- [whimpering]
- Shh...
[gunfire]
[screaming]
Something cut my hand!
Something cut my hand!
Something cut my hand!
[crying]
[synth]
In drive, baby
Desire
Drive you to pleasure
I can't stand it down here
It starts to burn
The heat inside me
can't be measured
Embrace me, erect me
You're my obsession
My blueberry pie
Reject me
I like it
Just let me dance you dizzy
Grind us in drive
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Rewind, rewind, rewind
Rewind, rewind, rewind
In drive, baby
Desire
Drive you to pleasure
I can't stand it down here
It starts to burn
The heat inside me
can't be measured
Embrace me, erect me
You're my obsession
My blueberry pie
Reject me
I like it
Just let me dance you dizzy
Grind us in drive
Rewind, rewind, rewind
Embrace me, erect me
You're my obsession
My blueberry pie
Reject me
I like it
Just let me dance you dizzy
Grind us in drive
Embrace me, erect me
You're my obsession
My blueberry pie
Reject me
I like it
Just let me dance you dizzy
Grind us in drive
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