Day of the Dead: Bloodline

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There is no sign

of the national guard.

Creatures are tearing up

the city.

- -Many people eaten alive!

They're coming!

Let's get outta here!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Mom? I know. Here, too.

Mom, you need to get up

and lock the door

to your room, okay?

Don't let anyone in.

Not the nurses--

mom? Mom!

So now we've had time to see

what death looks like.

The question

for all of you is...

How did he die?

Now remember, the patient

first complained

of a sore throat,

a fever, and a cough.

Considering these factors,

can you find this man's

cause of death?

So, any of you

got a theory on c.O.D.

Based off this information?

Syphilis?

Nice try, Abby,

but I don't think

syphilis infects the lungs.

Peter.

Suzie?

Influenza.

Correct.

Now, what strain is it, Zoe?

It has to be h1n5.

Close. H1n1.

Note the collapsed

air sacs.

They couldn't inflate,

so they couldn't

provide oxygen.

That's what killed him.

Oh, don't worry, Zoe.

You're not being

graded today.

Hey, doc.

Any chance

you wanna come

to the end of

the semester's fiesta?

What, and go drinking

with my students?

Think I'll pass.

Have fun.

You're coming, right?

No, you go ahead.

I have some tests

to finish up first.

Hey, don't beat yourself up.

I know you can be obsessed

about these things.

I know. I just...

Can't believe

i didn't see it.

- Okay, call me.

- -I will.

Sorry to bother you,

Zoe.

Your regular just came in

to give

his weekly blood sample.

Can Abby help?

He makes me uncomfortable.

I know

he's a bit strange,

but the antibodies

in his blood

are a hundred times

normal level.

It's unlike anything

we've ever seen before.

Trust me, Zoe,

this is a great

opportunity for you.

Hi, Zoe.

Hi, Max.

It's good to see you again.

Your arm.

Anything for you.

Please roll up

your sleeve.

Of course.

So...

Have you thought about

what I asked last time?

I told you,

not interested, Max.

You know,

I'm never gonna give up.

You really should

give me a chance.

Make a fist.

Relax.

Like a vampire.

Sucking me dry.

Zoe, thank you

for being so gentle.

Your other arm.

What is that?

You like it?

This has to stop!

Is there a problem

in here, Zoe?

No.

I'm just giving

my weekly sample.

Get out of here,

you creepy old f***!

Zoe.

This guy is crazy.

He won't leave me alone.

You can't let people

do that to you, Zoe.

Be stronger next time.

Come on.

The party's waiting.

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Yeah!

Doctor's orders.

Mingle. Drink.

You know me,

social gatherings.

We see these people

every day, Zoe.

Hey, babe, where you been?

Trying to get the shy one

out of her shell.

Let's grab a beer.

We tapped the first keg

already.

But we got two more

chilling in the morgue.

Can one of you help me?

Oh, I got it.

I'll socialize after,

i swear.

Peter?

Peter, where are you?

You're an a**hole!

Come on. You know

every one of us

has wanted to do that.

No, just idiots like you.

Sorry.

I'm a dick, I know this.

Now, can we

please go get drunk?

Just don't ever

do that to me again.

Max.

What are you doing

down here?

Relax, Zoe.

I just wanna talk.

There's nothing for us

to talk about.

See... we are connected.

There is no "we," Max.

We're meant...

To be together!

Let go of me! Peter!

- Give me a chance.

-No! No! Get off me!

Help me!

Shh.

Somebody help me!

I like it

when you fight.

You are mine.

Zoe! Zoe!

Zoe!

--Zoe! Help!

Everybody, we have to get

the f*** out of here!

- What?

-Now! He's awake!

Zoe, what's going on?

Please move!

Why the hell

aren't you moving?

-Come on!

-Dr. beeman, are you okay?

Peter, no!

Get away from her!

Peter!

Abby, come on!

Come on!

Zoe! Come on,

help me up there!

-Help!

-Abby, no!

Abby! Abby!

--Abby!

It's been five years

since the first outbreak.

When reports came out

from around the world

about the virus becoming

an international emergency,

it was too late.

Few of us survived.

The rest became rotters.

I was one of the lucky ones

to have made it

to one of the refugee camps

in time,

only to be assigned

to high rock bunker,

an intelligence

and recon military station

to gather data

of rotters for CDC.

Problem is...

It's been a year

since we've heard from hq.

And probably forever

since we saw a survivor.

So this is our home now...

Part military base,

part refugee camp.

You make do with what you have,

scavenge what's left of life.

After all...

This is going to be our home

for a little while.

...please report

to station four right now.

Morning, Shannon.

How are your headaches?

Much better.

Thank you, Zoe.

You little devil, better

let your mom sleep tonight.

Here are a few announcements.

Today's lockdown

will occur at 1600...

Obeying

the speed limit, Jeremy?

Never.

Hey, doc,

you gonna hit the shower

after your morning jog?

Let me know

if you need a hand.

Easy up, alphonse.

She's taken.

She knows I'm only

joking, Lucy.

I'm just keeping

myself fresh

till the right girl

comes along.

You might be waiting a while.

That's cold, doc.

Real cold.

Come on, alphonse.

Do you think

the lieutenant is right

and we're just wasting

our time here?

Maybe god doesn't want us

to reverse what happened.

Doesn't matter

that Miguel thinks.

We have a job to do.

Got your back.

Elyse, can you pass me

rotter sample number eight?

Sure thing.

Here you go.

I remember this one.

Guy had a nasty set

of bite marks on his hands.

What do you think

happened to him?

I'd say he had his hands down

the wrong girl's pants.

--Zoe?

Lily's fever shot up.

The medicine you gave her

didn't work.

Meet me in the med ward.

Where does it hurt, sweetie?

Everywhere.

You're such a brave little girl.

Just close your eyes and rest.

I'll try and make you

feel better, okay?

As long as Jeff

can promise a heavy crop,

we'll make it through winter.

I'll see what I can do.

Let's just hope

mother nature

cooperates.

Any other pressing issues?

Yeah, we found more rats

in the warehouse,

but Steve's taking

care of it.

I've noticed a lot

of sloppiness as of late.

We're at war, people.

One error can ruin

all the work we've done here.

I won't tolerate any mistakes.

Zoe, you're late.

I'm sorry for interrupting,

but it's serious.

What is it?

The antibiotics I used

on Lily aren't working.

She's worse.

I believe it's

bacterial pneumonia,

which is highly contagious.

I've quarantined her

for now, but still--

you're the town doctor.

You're telling me there's

nothing you can do?

I don't have the antibiotics

to properly treat what Lily has.

We need to go on a supply run.

We've already ransacked

every place

within the designated range

for your bullshit

rotter research.

Then we need to go past

our usual search distance.

Be bolder.

I was a med student

at whittendale university.

The medical supply

cache was secured

inside a locked vault.

-I know the code.

-No. It's too far.

I know it's far,

but it is worth the risk.

We would have enough

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