Isle of the Dead Page #4

introduce the pathogen

like that to the rest of

the civilization.

I just found him.

I'm sorry.

Well now that that's that,

what are we doing?

We're leaving.

-We have 5 hours before

extraction.

We're leaving!

Gibson.

Let me get to my father's lab,

to see if there's any research I

can salvage.

You got one sweep.

One!

Jerome. Pugh.

Come with us.

See if you can find radio.

Somehow we can contact command.

Kurtis.

Henderson.

Keep an eye out on that

son of a b*tch.

Yep! Roger that.

The main lab is one level down.

Stairs, this way.

Keep your heads down.

Watch your six.

We're going to head

downstairs, see if you

guys can find a radio.

You got it, Lieutenant.

Nothing.

One floor down, huh?

Doesn't look like anyone's been

down here for years.

We've got company.

I got this.

Ready?

Yeah.

Well?

Give it a shot.

Jerome:
Anything?

Dead.

Like everything else

in this place.

I got to 10-1.

Pugh:
Now?

Yeah! Now!

Pugh!

Jerome:
What was that?

Get my things.

Good?

-Yeah.

Jerome:
You think this place can

get any weirder?

Honestly? Yeah.

Yeah. Me too.

Let's find Gibson.

Kurtis:
Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Mikaela:
Psst!

Gibson:
Take it easy.

Take it easy.

I'll take the main computer.

You take the filing cabinet.

Gibson:
What filing cabinet?

That one.

What the hell am I looking for?

Anything XP573.

Gibson:
Wait a minute.

Okay! Alright, It looks like

Wexler conducted his original

research

under the official military

project name, but at

some point he started

tracking it all under,

all under "Katya".

And I can't find any hard

copy after that.

Katya was my mother's name.

Mikaela:
Here we go.

After the outbreak, my father

changed his approach.

Instead of working on the

pathogen itself,

he began using the infected to

test and refine the anti-serum.

The bastard was

searching for a cure.

No. He was using the

anti-serum, XP573,

to enhance them.

Without the natural

limitations of living tissue

to restrict him,

he was actually able to improve

their physical attributes.

Depending on their original

condition, of course.

So, if you're a zombie than you

kinda get to, stay a zombie.

Correct.

But if the infection hasn't

spread too far,

he was actually able to increase

their size and strength well

beyond the human norm.

Beefed-up super-zombies.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, considering one of the

side effects is increased

aggression.

Wait a minute, Wait a minute.

You just said that the fresher

the victim the more effective

the serum is, right?

He didn't try to inject this

crap into a living person, did

he?

There are references to tests

on uninfected tissue.

Yes, right here.

Patient one-one-three-eight was

given the anti-serum first.

Results, near catastrophic

collapse of all systems.

They actually had to use the

pathogen to balance the impact.

One won't work

without the other.

What the hell does that mean?

You gotta be freaking

kidding me.

What?

Patient one-one-three-eight...

I am Colonel Aiden Wexler,

Patient 1138. I have been bitten

by patient 1136.

I am going to inject myself with

XP573. Which should halt the

virus at its current stage.

And with the increased rate of

DNA synthesis, should completely

rebuild my cellular structure.

Injecting now.

He infected himself.

What the hell did you just do?

Nothing.

Somebody tripped the alarm!

We have to move now.

-No! Just hold on.

Gibson:
We have to move now!

-Hold on!

Gibson:
We have to

move right now!

I'm going to have to bypass

security if the alarm is--

- Now!

Now!

- Wait! Hold on!

Doc! We're moving!

-Just give me a second!

Let's go!

- I have to bypass security.

The alarm has kicked in some

kind of lockdown protocol.

We've got to move now.

Come on!

Got it.

Let's go!

Come on!

What are you doing?

What are you-- Hey!

- I have to find...

Gibson:
You have to find what?

The fridge.

What are you--?

Doc!

Hey!

Come on!

Wait!

What the hell is that?

My Dad's serum. XP573.

So they sent a virologist. How

serious is that sh*t?

Very. Give me your kit,

your med kit. I need it.

You'd better keep them safe.

We have to go.

Aw, sh*t.

What?

-I think I just opened up the

whole security system.

Why would you open up the whole

security system?

- I don't know!

I just opened it!

I just opened it!

Keep your voice down!

We gotta go now!

Wait.

Come on, Doc!

-Got it!

Let's go!

Sh*t!

Henderson! Kurtis!

We gotta move--

Jerome.

Come on.

Let's go find them.

Henderson!

Guys!

Kurtis!

Where the hell are we?

Some sort of hellish

nightmare, man.

I just wish someone

would wake me up.

Let's keep going.

Henderson!

Gentlemen. Stand down!

Put'em down!

I said, now!

Tell me...what kind of trouble

did you get yourselves into?

Gibson:
Pugh?

Jerome?

Mikaela:
Is that Pugh?

Let's move.

Move.

Boys.

Gibson:
Pugh.

Gibson:
Hey!

What happened?

Pugh?

Found you.

What's going on here, Colonel?

Just an average day on the

Isle of the Dead.

You're a disgusting human being,

you know that?

Mikaela.

Disgusting.

Mikaela, listen to me.

Do you know why we even named

you, Mikaela?

It's Dutch.

It means, like a God.

That's the work of scientists.

It's what we do.

It's what your mother and I

did together.

It's the work that you and I

can do together.

The right to be a god is yours.

If you want to work with me.

Father and daughter.

We're not family.

You're not my father.

Not anymore.

No, you need time to

think about this.

Time is something you

don't have, Colonel.

The GPS beacon outside it's

still ticking.

In a little less than two

hours, that's going to become a

welcome mat for enough

Trident missiles to turn this

whole island into a warm spot at

the bottom of the ocean.

Unless you let my men go, so we

can deactivate it and get to

the chopper on time.

So, you can either help us,

or we can all die together.

What's it gonna be, Colonel?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Where are the keys?

-The keys on the desk.

Oh, no, no, no. Wait, wait,

wait. I don't do that. No.

Why not?

What'd you do?

I'm sorry.

I can't help myself.

-You didn't. Please tell me

you didn't.

You son of a b*tch.

Why?!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm So--

The others?

-No. No.

He's turning.

Do you want me to?

No.

Help the others.

Gibson:
I'll do it.

I'm sorry, Pugh.

Sir. Yes, Sir.

Now let's just finish this,

alright?!

Please.

Mikaela:
Are you okay?

Gibson:
Yeah.

You let them out?

Oh.

That isn't good.

We got company.

Clear.

What are we looking out for?

My mistakes.

Henderson:
What do you mean?

Experiments with inferior

DNA that went on.

A little too far.

Kurtis:
Realistically, what

are we talking about?

-Your worst nightmares.

Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Move it!

We're surrounded!

They're coming!

Go! Go! Up the stairs and to

the left. I'll hold them off.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

I said, GO!

- GO! GO! GO!

Wexler.

It's been a long time.

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