The Run

The debate over the cause of the fertility

crisis continues to rage both

in the scientific and political arenas.

The question around whether the virus

or the vaccine itself is to blame remains

-unanswered. -

In related news, fresh waves of protests have erupted

across the country defying

new lockdown and quarantine laws.

Police and military are struggling

to regain control, especially in regional areas

where groups of armed citizens have established

a number of checkpoints

limiting travel across the country.

This comes as groups on both the far right and--

Flinders Island has become the latest

island to sever ties with the mainland,

with local militia seizing control

of all ferry operations.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister has addressed the nation

this morning amid fresh calls for his resignation.

Humanity is experiencing

its greatest existential threat,

and I fear that our world has never felt more divided.

In the face of such adversity,

our task now is to cling to what little hope remains.

Yes, this... fertility crisis

has... left us facing a challenge that feels

increasingly... impossible.

It's good.

Put him on.

Any surprises?

-No. -Good.

When can I see her?

There is another package.

-No, no, that wasn't the fu-- -

You want to see your wife?

Show him.

She doesn't have long.

Do this, and you can see her.

You have my word.

The package is already moving.

Norman is intercepting as we speak.

I'll ring you with collection details.

Get up, give me the keys.

- - What are you doing?

-Get up against the van. -

- No, no, no, no, no! -

- -

There was a problem.

I'm on my way.

Make sure your man is there.

It's the baby? Understood.

What about the girl?

Copy.

[lock unlatches, door creaks open]

- -

- -Come on, come on.

Come on.

I wanna hold that one.

Yeah, you can hold any of them.

What are you gonna call that one?

Fluffy.

Why is it called Fluffy?

'Cause it looks like you.

- -Yeah, and you smell funny.

The orange one looks like the mom

'cause she's the biggest.

[high-pitched tone, crackling static]

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It looks like you.

-Yeah? - The girl...

what she's carrying is your package,

she's going to a different buyer,

someone else is collecting her.

She'll be at the old trading post.

Be there in an hour.

-This is delicate. -

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Oh, fuck.

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[music blares from vehicle stereo]

[loud music continues playing on speakers]

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Mom sold her.

The fucking bitch sold her.

I never fucking agreed to that.

She wasn't for sale.

Oh, lad, that's right.

She gave you a little bit of a hard-on, didn't she?

I fucking loved her, you idiot.

You're gonna do whatever it is you fucking do.

You're gonna find out who took her...

...where she's heading...

...and where the drop is.

Say, "please."

Pretty fucking please.