Doomsday Page #3

I think we hit something.

Major.

READ:
Say again?

I think you'd better

have a look at this.

All right, Miller.

Suit up and check it out.

MILLER:
All right.

SINCLAIR:
Chandler,

send up a flare.

(COWS MOOING)

Hey, Chandler,

what's black and white

and spread all over?

I can't see any damage

to the APC, but your cow

is a complete write-off.

Moo.

All right,

get back inside.

You know that Dr. Kane

was the best man

in his field.

His papers on virus research

were required reading when

I was in medical school.

Basically, he taught me

everything I know

but I never actually

met the man.

This file's been

closed for 25 years.

The government tried

to suppress any information

getting out of the hot zone.

Didn't want people to

know how bad things

had got up there.

KANE ON RECORDING:

I don't think we can

stay here much longer.

Morality has abandoned

these people. The killing...

Seems he dug in

with a bunch of

stranded soldiers,

fortified the hospital

as best they could,

kept up regular reports

on the army frequency

using their coms set

till the power

went out permanently.

KANE:
The fires have spread,

the power supply is dwindling,

and our food and water

are running out fast.

At night we can hear

the distant cries

of pain and anguish.

They've begun

to feed off each other.

It's medieval out there.

Ammunition is low.

The barricades won't

hold out much longer.

Our time has run out.

This is Dr. Marcus Kane

signing off.

What do the

numbers mean?

SINCLAIR:
It's the number

of people in each house

that needed saving.

They were told

to stay in their homes,

that help would come.

Clear.

Stirling,

what do you know

about line of fire?

I'm a lab hound,

not a combat surgeon.

That's all we need.

Line of fire is the air

between the target

and the weapon

through which the bullet

travels very fast.

It's also the last

place you want to

be in a fire fight.

If anything happens,

you get behind me quick.

Understood?

You wouldn't want me

to blow your brains out

is what I understood.

SINCLAIR:
Stand back.

NORTON:
All right,

check your corners.

(BIRDS FLUTTERING)

(METALLIC CLANGING)

We're clear.

NORTON:
Read, Fresno,

we're on the fifth floor,

we're going in.

Copy that,

everything quiet here.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

I think the TV's buggered.

SINCLAIR:
Talbot, Stirling.

You're up.

TALBOT:
How the hell

are we supposed to find

anything in this mess?

NORTON:

Just keep looking.

CARPENTER:

It would help if we knew

what we were looking for.

STIRLING:

Some evidence of Kane's work.

I'll know when I see it.

CARPENTER:
Thanks.

That helps a bunch.

NORTON:

Shut it, Carpenter.

(STATIC CRACKLING ON TV)

(EXCLAIMS)

Major! Major!

We got a live one!

SINCLAIR:
Chandler,

did not copy! Say again!

There's a f***ing girl here!

Outside on the street!

TALBOT:
Whatever you do,

do not touch her!

SINCLAIR:
Chandler,

keep her in sight,

but do not approach her.

Repeat, do not approach her.

Chandler!

What are you doing?

You heard Sinclair!

Get back inside! Now!

She needs help,

Read, look at her!

Chandler, no!

NORTON:

Fresno, get your short,

hairy ass back in the vehicle.

Hey, hey. It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Whoa!

SINCLAIR:
Chandler!

Do you copy?

Yeah, she's alive,

Major, but only just.

Major, she must be isolated

so we can examine her.

All right,

let's get her inside.

CARPENTER:
Major, this

lab looks untouched.

SINCLAIR:
Take a look.

We're right behind you.

SINCLAIR:
Talbot,

get down now!

Christ!

(SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Sh*t!

(EXCLAIMING)

NORTON:
Read,

emergency EVAC! Now!

Copy that!

I've reached Stirling.

I need my torch!

I need my torch!

Major!

Checking the back door!

(GRUNTING)

Sh*t!

Chandler get back in

the f***ing APC now!

Okay, I'm moving!

(SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

F***! F***! F***! F***!

CHANDLER:
We're rolling!

(ALL YELLING)

We're not getting

out that way!

TALBOT:
Jesus Christ!

MARAUDER:

Burn, you f***ers!

F***!

Chandler, you're on fire!

Don't I f***ing know it!

Major, we are under attack!

I repeat, we are under attack!

(BEEPING)

(SCREAMING)

CHANDLER:
Bastards!

(LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

APC 1 is down!

Sh*t!

Repeat, APC 1 is down!

We've lost Chandler!

F***!

Get to the elevator,

sub level 1.

Get in there.

It won't work,

there's no power!

Get the f*** in!

Move! Move!

SINCLAIR:
Sergeant!

Cover fire!

NORTON:
Copy!

SINCLAIR:
Miller,

foam grenade.

NORTON:
Whatever this plan is,

make it snappy!

SINCLAIR:
Shotgun!

Major, what are

we doing in here?

Going down!

Pull it now!

TALBOT:
Major, you are

completely insane!

F***!

NORTON:
Check your corners!

Check your corners!

Move! Move! Move!

Miller, get that

f***ing hatch open!

Oh, sh*t!

Get in!

We've gotta go now!

NORTON:
Move it, Read!

Go! Go! Go!

(SCREAMING)

STIRLING:
Is anybody injured?

Is everybody okay?

TALBOT:
I'm okay.

MILLER:
I'm fine.

What the f***

happened back there?

Read's got multiple

impact warnings.

(GASPS)

NORTON:
Read!

STIRLING:
Stop, stop the car!

NORTON:
Read! Look out!

(ALL YELLING)

Stirling, you

still with us?

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Well, I think I'm not!

What about Read?

She's dead!

F*** this sh*t,

man! F*** it!

SINCLAIR:
All right, grab

what you can and bail out!

(MARAUDERS SCREAMING)

(MARAUDER SCREAMS)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

Miller, cover Norton!

Covering fire!

Wait, wait, wait,

tourniquet.

I'm doing it! I'm doing it!

Norton, alleyway!

Copy!

Stirling,

go with him!

He needs my help!

Get over here!

Move it!

Go!

NORTON:
Get behind me!

Miller! Get Talbot!

F***! Major, go!

Major, f***ing go!

(GRUNTING)

Come on, then,

you f***ers!

(GUN CLICKING)

F***!

I'm out!

Get your hands off me!

STIRLING:
Talbot!

We can't leave him.

Go! Go! Go!

Move it!

(MARAUDERS SCREAMING)

Savages!

This one's for Sol.

(GASPING)

Sh*t, man.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

I got a bit carried away.

But if you keep going

on like this...

(GRUNTING)

See? There I go again.

I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

But you are making me

so f***ing mad!

Just talk to me.

Who are you?

What the f*** is

the matter with you?

Enjoy pain, is that it?

'Cause you are f***ing

asking for it!

Norton to Sinclair,

Norton to Sinclair,

do you copy? Over.

Norton to Sinclair,

Norton to Sinclair,

come in.

Sooner or later,

you're going to have to

consider the possibility

that they're dead.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry

to be blunt, but...

We still have a job to

do, with or without

Major Sinclair.

Yeah, and right now,

my job is you.

If anything happens to

you now, Dr. Stirling,

we're f***ed.

(DOOR OPENS)

Let's try again. Who are you?

And where have you come from?

Now, I know that Kane

didn't send you,

so who did?

Where'd you get all

the fancy gear from?

The tanks. The guns.

Talk to me!

Did you say Kane?

You need me to speak

a little louder?

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