Infected Page #6

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- LOCK YOURSELF UP.

CHAIN YOURSELF:

IF YOU HAVE TO.

IT'S A VIRUS.

IF YOU CAN CONTROL THE FEVER,

YOU CAN MAINTAIN,

BUT WHATEVER YOU DO,

DO NOT GIVE IN:

TO THE MADDENING COMPULSION

TO EAT HUMAN FLESH.

[all moaning and growling]

- ED, LET'S GO.

- IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME.

- [howls]

- ED!

ED!

- COME ON, DAD!

- [sobbing]

ED!

[all moaning and snarling]

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

[gunshot]

[eerie ambient music]

WE DIDN'T MAKE IT TO

THE MEDICAL STATION THAT NIGHT.

THERE WAS TOO MANY OF THEM.

WE GOT OVERWHELMED.

THE INFECTED, THEY GATHERED,

THEY ROSE, AND THEY ATTACKED

AGAIN AND AGAIN,

FURTHER SPREADING THE VIRUS,

LEAVING NOTHING:

BUT MORE LOST SOULS,

CARNAGE IN THEIR WAKE.

IT'S HARD TO REMEMBER,

TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL NOW

AND HOW IT ALL HAPPENED.

I LOST ANGELA AND THE BABY.

[sobbing]

[groaning]

I THOUGHT I HAD LOS ALL HOPE FOR MYSELF

ALONG WITH THEM...

BUT I CAN'T QUI ON MY SON.

I CAN'T QUI ON ANDREW.

I DIDN'T GIVE HIM

WHAT A BOY NEEDS FROM A FATHER

TO BECOME A MAN AND SURVIVE

IN THE CIVILIZED WORLD,

IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WAN TO CALL IT.

I NEED TO HOLD ON TO THIS

LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE SURE

HE'S GOT A SHO AT WHATEVER'S LEF

OF WHAT WE HAVE.

THAT'S HIS WORLD NOW,

THE WORLD WHERE THE VIRUS

AND THE PLAGUE:

HAS BROKEN DOWN SOCIETY.

BEFORE WE CAN REBUILD,

WE HAVE TO FIND A WAY

TO SURVIVE OURSELVES...

A WAY TO FIGHT.

WE BUILT A VEHICLE.

WE CALL I THE WAR WAGON.

[pulsing rock music]

[engine revving]

[dark rock music]

EVERY DAY, WE VENTURE OU FURTHER AND FURTHER

TRYING TO GE MEDICAL SUPPLIES.

GET FOOD, WATER.

ANYTHING WE CAN FIND

THAT'S STILL OUT THERE.

[suspenseful music]

[clanging]

[suspenseful music]

THERE SEEMS TO BE

NO HELP,

NO GOVERNMENT INTERVENTION.

IT'S ONLY WHAT WE KNOW.

THIS THING HAS SPREAD

ALL OVER THE WORLD,

AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE,

AS FAR AS THE RADIO

AND TELEVISION CAN TELL.

[rooster crowing]

THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE,

A SAFE HAVEN,

A FORT OF PROTECTION.

- ALL RIGHT.

- THAT'S ALL WE HAVE.

[wistful rock music]

[speaking indistinctly]

- HELLO.

- EVERY DAY,

WE HOPE THAT IT'S OVER,

AND EACH NIGHT,

OUR NIGHTMARES REMIND US

THAT IT'S NOT.

MAYBE SOMEDAY WE'LL FIND

AN END TO ALL OF THIS.

UNTIL THEN,

WE KEEP FIGHTING.

GOD HELP US.

AMEN.

- [groaning]

WHO'S THERE?

[grunting furiously]

[yelling]

[screaming]

[moaning]

- YOU KNOW,

A LOT OF STRANGE THINGS

HAPPEN OUT IN THE WOODS.

- IT'S A VIRUS.

- WILD

AND ANIMALISTIC BEHAVIOR.

HIGH FEVER AND FATIGUE.

DOG-LIKE BITING ATTACKS.

- IF YOU CAN CONTROL THE FEVER,

YOU CAN MAINTAIN.

- DO DEER EAT MEAT?

- I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT.

ANYTHING.

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