28 Weeks Later

- What are you gonna cook? - Your favorite.

What, again?

- Well, this is the last one. - What, you mean no more tomatoes?

You can never have enough tins of tomatoes, eh?

Instead...

we've got five tins of chickpeas.

That should last at least five year, eh?

- Fancy a glass of wine? - Yeah, that'd be great.

We're in luck.

Drinkable.

- You all right, sweetheart? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, I'm not fine, it's all fucked, but...

- Our children are safe, aren't they? - Totally. Yeah.

Thank God we paid for that school trip. Imagine if we hadn't!

I can't. I can't imagine. I can't imagine.

And I don't want to imagine. I don't... Listen, they're far, far away.

And they're safe and sound.

OK?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

OK.

Don't worry...

gorgeous.

Not interrupting, am I?

No.

I found this in the cellar.

I'd forgotten all about it. I thought we could have them after dinner.

Yeah.

- It smells wonderful. - And is that a bottle of wine, Don?

- It is indeed, Geoff. - Thank you.

There's chocolate for after, courtesy of your good wife.

What have we here? I get blackberries.

Vanilla. Notes of autumn.

Karen?

He'll be hungry.

When he gets back he'll want something to eat.

- Here we go again. - Jacob, no.

Let me tell you something. It's five days since your boyfriend ran out on us.

If he's still breathing, he won't be interested in pasta.

Jacob!

- It'll be your fucking neck! - Don't say that!

- Out of order, Jacob. - Why?

We all know it's true. The sooner she faces it, the better.

There are no survivors. It's just us in here and them out there.

- Sam? - Quiet!

- God, it's a boy. - Wait, wait. You don't know who's out there.

- Please, let me in! - Don, it's a kid!

Help! Let me in!

Bloody hell.

- Please! Please, let me in! - We're coming.

Let me in!

Please! Help! Let me in!

Please!

Get in. Come on, get in. Come here.

- Are you all right? Are you all right? - Yeah.

- Where have you come from? - Sandford.

Sandford's upriver a few miles.

- How did you get here? - They were chasing me. Screaming.

I was scared. I ran.

I tried other houses. They were empty.

I came through the woods and I followed the river until I got here.

- Who were chasing you? - My mum.

My dad.

They're trying to kill me.

- There's others, too. - How many?

- Loads. - Sam?

- It's got me! It's got my arm! - Karen, no!

Help me!

Alice! Get outta here! Get down the escape hatch, go! Go!

- Geoff, I can't see. I can't see! - Hold onto my hand!

Die, you fucker! Die!

Come back!

Oh, God!

Keep going. Follow Jacob. Keep going. Sally, there's no time.

- We can't leave them! - Sally, come on!

Go!

Oh, no! Shit! Fuck!

Where are you?

- Where are you? - Alice! Alice, no! Alice!

Geoff, come on!

Come on!

Geoff!

Sally, give me your hand. Give me your hand, Sally!

No! Jacob! Help me!

Alice! Alice!

- Where are you? - Come on! Leave him!

- I see him there! - Leave him!

Let go! Quick!

Don! Help us!

Don!

Don!

Get in there!

Don!

Don!

Don!

Jacob!

Come on!

Jacob!

Dear God!

Jacob!

Jacob!

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Welcome to London.

Hey, Doyle, you having fun down there?

You can kiss my ass.

This is the worst combat I ever saw. Where's the combat?

I hear you.

- Give me something to shoot. - Too easy.

North-east of med centre, 20th floor, three windows in.

- Fat guy jerking off in the toilet. - Oh, bug-nuts. Him again.

I don't see him. Where is Fester Fucknut?

His dick in his hand on the 20th floor.

Next to the fire exit. I think he needs a jerk-off extender.

Doyle, you're the expert in hand-to-hand combat.

- Man-to-man combat. - Shut up.

- Think it might be your dad, Doyle. - You got me.

Shit.

- Colonel Phillips here. What is your status? - Good morning, Colonel.

- Morning. - I'm watching the new arrivals disembark.

Yes, Major?

- It'll take all morning to process them. - Copy.

No one told me that we're now admitting children.

Just follow around to your right.

Green and brown. Interesting iris variation.

It's usually hereditary. Do one of your parents have the same?

My mother. She did.

- How old are you, Andy? - 12.

I think that makes you the youngest person in the country.

Well, your blood pressure is A-OK

and you're negative on any serious diseases or afflictions.

I think you're OK to come in.

Welcome back to Britain.

We are headed for our area of security and reconstruction

designated as District One.

District One is located on the Isle of Dogs.

Although the Isle of Dogs is completely safe, the surrounding area of London is not.

Large numbers of bodies are still not cleared from the original outbreak of infection.

Rats and wild dogs are prevalent, as is disease.

New arrivals are reminded for their own safety

it is absolutely forbidden to cross the river and leave the security zone.

You will be joining 15,000 civilians who are already resident in District One.

As we approach your new home, you'll notice a dramatically increased military presence.

The US Army is responsible for your safety.

We will do everything we can do to make your repatriation as easy as possible.

Inside District One, however, we believe you'll be pleasantly surprised.

We have hot and cold running water, 24-hour electricity,

a medical centre, a supermarket and even a pub.

We're nearly home.

- Dad! Dad! - It's Dad! Come on.

- Are you excited? - Yeah.

I missed you so much.

Are you all right? Are you all right?

Guys. I never thought I'd see you again, you know that?

Let's get something to eat.

I should have been notified before children were brought in.

We've not established the protocol for minors.

We have issues of disease and sanitation. We don't fully understand the virus yet.

We understand that it did not manage to go cross-species,

that it did not manage to go airborne and that the last infected human died six months ago.

- We weren't here six months ago. - Major.

- What are you afraid of? - What if it comes back?

- It won't come back. - What if it does?

If it comes back, we kill it.

Code Red.

Come on, guys.

What about this place, then, Andy?

Yeah, it's pretty good, Dad.

Look at the camera.

This way. Come through.

It's 25 floors. We've got the penthouse up there. Believe me.

ID, sir. Thank you.

- So, what do you do here, Dad? - What do I do? I'm a section officer.

I keep the lights on, the water running, the heat running. See this? Look.

That says triple A - "access all areas." That's me. I basically run the place, you know.

No. You're the caretaker really, aren't you?

No, I run the place.

Like it?

- It's amazing! - Even better than sunny Spain?

You ought to have seen the camps. There were 20 in each tent and chemical toilets.

- Everything smelled of piss. - Nice.

We'll be moving to a new house soon. A couple of months, in fact.

A new house?

Yeah.

Listen, I hope you guys understand.

We're not gonna be able to go back to our old house.

It's outside the security zone and I don't think I'd want to go back there, even if I could.

What happened, Dad? To Mum?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you wanna sit down and I'll tell you all about it?

Your mum and I were hiding in a house.

A wee cottage.

It was an old couple that owned it

and they were there, too.

Three other people.

And we were...

just trying to stay alive, I suppose.

We were doing OK for a while. And then we were attacked.

They came in through the kitchen window.

They were really fast, you know.