Living Hell Page #4

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Clustering behavior similar

to bacterial colonies.

I grow increasingly depressed

until I realize, one night,

the answer to my quest

is growing inside my body.

I had exposed myself to the same elements,

and my cells had begun

a chain of mutation.

My healthy cells are being displaced

by malignant cells of incredible virulence.

My new cells simply absorb these elements

like a plant drinks in the sun,

using energy of all forms

to grow with incredible speed.

The flashes from Torbin's camera. Light.

Gunfire. Flame.

Anything we try to destroy

the organism with, it uses.

Within two days, it invaded

every extremity of my body,

and it's accelerating.

More than a simple association of cells,

it's a single grand organism.

That's my father.

Self-pollinating with others to ensure

maximum efficiency and survivability.

I have been unable to concoct...

No scheme of reversing the weakness

in the blood has been successful.

I sincerely hope that my

creation grows and flourishes,

extracting energy and nutrients

from all it touches.

You must appreciate the irony.

My death marks the beginning

of my victory,

because my crowning achievement

will live on, and someday rule the world.

Carrie, look out! Get away from it!

And flourishes...

No heat, no light, no energy of any kind.

We need lead.

There! Here, hold this.

That'll do it. There.

Oh, my God! Frank!

Get away!

Because my crowning

achievement will live on,

and someday rule the world.

It's taking the heat from my body.

Fight it, Frank. Kill it.

Die.

Die.

Go away.

You're beating it.

You're beating it.

You're beating it.

I mean, what kind of busywork is this?

Let's wash the colonel's car

while we're at it.

Bullets didn't stop that thing.

Fire. Disinfectants.

You saw what we threw at it.

So what genius thinks that these

sandbags are gonna do any good?

How about I stretch your mouth open

and fill it up with sand,

so you shut the f*** up.

Hey, tough guy?

Anytime.

You take your shot...

No! God!

Oh.

You think that's funny, huh?

Yeah, paybacks are hell.

You need a break to go change

those underwear, homeboy?

Lick my balls, Zaremba.

Given the current rate of growth,

here's how big it will be tomorrow.

And the next day, and the next.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I understand, sir.

Yes, sir, I will be ready

to receive General Lavigne.

Yes, thank you, sir.

Specialist Freeborn.

Freeborn, where the hell are you?

Sir, I have information

vital to the crisis at hand, sir.

Vault 12 housed the remains

of an experiment

carried out in 1958 by Yevgeni Tarasov,

a Russian scientist who defected to the US.

I have documentation

related to that program.

Freeborn, you are absent without leave.

You will report

to this command post immediately.

I have analyzed a sample

of the organism. I know how it works.

You must cease all attacks on it.

Any weapon you fire, any toxic substance,

heat or energy of any kind

will only make it stronger.

I just issued you a direct order.

Sir, excuse me,

but shut up and listen.

The civilian Frank Sears

has survived an infection.

I believe he contains a genetic key

to destroying the organism.

In the meantime, turn off

all electricity in the valley

and do not attack the organism,

or it will provoke further growth.

Those decisions

are no longer mine to make.

My command has been superseded.

Now, because I respect

the recent loss of your husband,

I'll repeat my order to you one last time.

Oh, God.

I beat it.

How do you feel?

Like I ran a marathon.

- Only...

- What?

Stronger.

Somehow.

Why?

Why did I survive?

You were born March 13, 1959.

Conceived nine months before that,

approximately June 13th, 1958.

By the progression of Dr. Tarasov's

disease in the film,

I think he got your mother pregnant

before the organism developed in him.

You inherited immunity traits from him

which predate the organism.

When you were infected,

these immune factors were awakened,

and your body was able to fight it off.

I think your tissue

now carries this immunity.

No, no, no, Frank.

Die. Die, you f***er.

It's an autoimmune reaction,

that's why it acts so fast.

Your DNA is so similar,

it's accepted by the organism,

but your immune factors attack it

from within, like a Trojan horse.

My father brought this plague

into the world.

I can destroy what he made.

I can make good on his mistake.

He didn't know what he was doing.

He was too driven.

He wasn't thinking about anyone else.

Let me take care of that.

If I didn't come here today,

and I didn't tell you what I knew,

what would have happened?

Sublevel 3 would have been filled

with concrete.

It would have been locked away

for another hundred thousand years.

We never would have known.

And none of this would have happened?

None of it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for your husband.

Company, attention!

At ease, people.

- Colonel Maitland.

- Yes, sir.

Carry on.

You received the transfer of authority?

Yes, sir, I've prepared briefs containing

all relevant operational information,

- including...

- Thank you, Colonel.

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

All right, let's move out.

Private McQueen,

we're under orders to move out.

I've got one more document

coming in from the CIA.

Thirty more seconds.

Let's move them out!

Move them out!

Our objective is to move every civilian

and ourselves south to Rio Rancho.

Go door to door.

Evacuees take nothing

but the clothes on their backs.

No pets. No excuses.

Ready to move out.

You, too. Shako squadron.

Sir. CIA confirms there was

a Dr. Yevgeni Tarasov

defected from the Soviet Union in 1958.

- Army set him up here at Fort Lambert.

- Carrie was right.

Tarasov specialized in cellular mutation

used as a biological weapon.

Too late for a history lesson.

We've got a town to evacuate.

But Colonel Maitland, sir!

You heard the Colonel, Private McQueen.

The time for questions is over.

We have orders to evacuate this town.

Yes, Sarge.

A Unit 669 in position.

Commence firing.

Left flank, move north, helix 887.

Airborne 123, move out.

Helix 678, continue fire. Confirm.

Airborne 523, report position...

It's inside!

Somebody, please!

Tell us what's happening!

Please, somebody tell us what to do!

The explosions are stimulating the growth.

It's here.

We've got to get those people out of here.

Get out there and deal with the situation.

Move it!

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir!

Keep moving.

No, you don't need to run.

Just keep moving. Keep it slow, look out.

- Sir, do you need some help?

- As fast as you can. No pushing.

Who ordered my bus to get loaded?

Hey. Teegarden!

- Sears, I should have known it was...

- Teegarden, listen.

You've got to help. You've got to help.

You are absent without leave.

What do you think you're doing?

All right. Okay, go! Go!

- Teegarden, stand down! Stop!

- Damn it, what do you think you're doing?

Okay.

He's the only person

who can stop it.

He's the only one.

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