Isle of the Dead Page #2

whole thing.

It doesn't make any sense.

Search the area.

Sir, listen.

We're waiting time.

We have to get to the facility.

In this situation, anything we

can find right now matters.

Whatever Alpha Team had in

that box didn't help them.

What makes you think it's

going to help us?

I'm an optimist.

Davey Crockett?

Hey Gibson!

Davey Crockett!

Mikaela:
What's that?

Gibson:
It's a

nuclear-enabled RPG.

Sounds like an Hk-416.

Yep.

-I think it's the facility.

Alright. We got move.

We gotta move now!

Where is everything?

Just thought there'd be more

of--

What? Remains?

Yeah.

-Well it was protocol

to keep everything

as barren as possible

around the facility.

You know, less chance of getting

something contaminated, moved

around the island.

Or even worse, off of it.

So much good that did.

What the hell was that?

Let's keep moving.

Jerome!

It's locked!

Pugh:
How do you get in?

Mikaela:
The main

entrance to the north.

You sure know a lot for

being a doc.

Pugh:
Hey guys, I see something.

We got incoming, boys!

We got incoming!

Pugh:
Sir! Help me!

Get inside!

Henderson! Kurtis! Inside-

Everybody inside! Go!

Get in! Get in! Come on.

Come in!

Come on!

Come on!

Looked like you guys

could use a hand.

I'm Henderson, Alpha Team.

That's Kurtis.

Gibson. Bravo Team.

Nice to meet you.

-Likewise.

That hole is the only way in or

out of this facility.

It's on a full recon.

Welcome to the freak show.

We need to get to the lab.

Alright, Henderson. Kurtis.

You guys cover us, alright?

Pugh. Jerome. Take the sixth!

Go! Let's go!

Let's go!

Who the hell put him in charge?

Go!

Gibson:
Everyone alright?

Anyone get bit?

All good.

Mikaela:
How long do we have

until the chopper comes back?

A little over eight hours.

Pugh, ping HQ.

At least we can let them know

we're still here.

Yes, sir.

We're good.

Gibson:
Lets keep moving.

Henderson:
Who are you, exactly?

Dr. Mikaela Usylvich.

Henderson:
First Lieutenant

Phillip Henderson.

And your rank is?

Mikaela:
CIA, Special Agent.

I deal mostly with virus and

bio-weapons.

Pugh:
CIA, yeah figured as

much.

I didn't think a doctor could

fight like that without a little

training.

Hey Gibson, you're what, second

louie?

Gibson:
First.

Ah, rescue and retrieval, huh?

That's right. After HQ lost you

guys, they sent us in to see

what the hell happened.

Well, what they failed to tell

you this is basically a

suicide mission.

With you guys disappearing, it

became clear that the island was

still a hot zone.

So, that's when I

came into play.

Well, now you found us.

So do you think you can get us

off this rock?

Negative.

All we can do is ping HQ.

We're on our own for the

next 8 hours.

We might as well get

nice and comfy.

Gibson:
What the hell

happened?

Henderson:
You're looking at it.

Murphy got too cocky.

Sent us in unprepared.

We're ready.

Pugh:
Guys, I think we're going

to have a problem.

Jerome:
Yeah? What's that?

The GPS tracker.

Look, I may have lost it when

that undead bastard tackled me.

I'm pretty sure it's

still active.

Kurtis:
So what are you saying?

That in eight hours, instead of

a rescue chopper, we get--

Nukes.

Can't we ping HQ, let them know

we're still here?

Zero tolerance.

If we don't disengage that GPS,

command is going to think we've

been compromised.

Government thinks the best way

to handle a problem is to

incinerate it.

If it's ash, problem solved.

See anything?

- Two.

On 3.

1, 2, 3!

Drop the gun!

Do your weapon right now!

-Down! Get down!

I'm Colonel Aidan Wexler!

This is my facility!

You are not in a secure

location.

You need to come with me now.

My god.

You look just like her.

Doc, what the hell is going on?

He's my Dad.

Come with me, now!

Please, sit, sit.

Please, I haven't had visitors

in over a decade. Sit.

Don't, don't, don't worry.

They are all securely locked up.

There's nothing to worry about.

What are they?

My patients.

I found a cure.

Cure?

Wexler:
Cure. Cure. Yeah, that's

what I said, cure.

You should be eating.

Why are you not eating?

Here.

Here.

You must be hungry.

Here.

She was a brilliant

researcher, you know.

Your mother.

The work we did together

at the NIH, it was really

groundbreaking.

Did she talk about me?

Yes.

Yes, at the end.

You know by then she

assumed that--

Right. Yeah, of course.

I, I want you to know that I did

ask her to come with me to the

facility. I did.

She said she just

If I had her help... the

sequencing...

But that...no.

I mean, if this is speculation.

Water under the bridge. You know

bridges burn.

You're here!

You're here!

This um...

This isn't a coincidence, is it?

It's not.

I thought this might be my only

chance to get to know your work.

I've never considered the

possibility--

I know. I was alive.

Mikaela, I'm sorry.

Colonel, why didn't you contact

HQ?

Let them know you're

still alive.

What's the point?

I mean ,

The estimated mortality rate

was totaled.

I was considered collateral

damage.

The minute the pathogen escaped

the lab...

They weren't coming for me.

They weren't coming for

any of us.

But , that is the point

of a ten year quarantine.

Isn't it, huh?

Yeah. You let the epidemic run

its course,

to kill a possible host.

Starve it to death.

That's why we picked this

island, in fact--

It's a natural limit to how far

it can spread.

Yeah, but what about, birds and

fish? And other stuff?

Has there been a case of an

outbreak in the mainland?

No.

Then I guess that birds, fish,

and stuff are not a problem.

What exactly went wrong,

Colonel?

The order was to create a

weaponized strain of the Ebola

virus.

And you know, when the army

embarks on such an endeavor,

We split the work into two

tracks.

Refining the pathogen to make

the bioweapon,

and synthesizing an anti-serum

to defeat it.

Why?

Why do you have the safety on

your gun, soldier?

So you don't kill yourself with

it accidentally.

What we saw out there in that

jungle, that wasn't Ebola.

No. Not anymore.

The head of my bioweapons teamis

also my second in-command,

Captain Marshall.

Marshall, he created some

mutated strains of the virus.

See, he was sloppy.

Sloppy.

He didn't follow protocols.

Why have protocols if you're not

going to follow them!

So one of his strains was very

aggressive,

its effects were beyond

something that we could control.

And so when infected, then it

became what you saw out there in

the jungle.

Those dead, rotting,

flesh-hungry animals. Devoid

of any human characteristics.

What Marshall created...

just wiped the soul out of

everyone it infected.

I was overseeing the

anti-serum teams.

We were progressing on a cure.

A virus that would keep at

bay, but it was too slow.

This is why if I had your

mother. This is why it would

have been okay. This

was her forte.

And the minute that it left the

lab we were all caught

flat-footed.

I was lucky to have survived.

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