The first 200 lines.
The attacks that have taken place
in the Washington area were surprisingly bloody.
At least 200 people have been killed in the space
of 24 hours.
Witnesses describe cannibalistic...
What's left of our military...
Front lines.
New York City is under siege
from the creatures as people desperately try
to barricade their homes for safety.
Our borders have been closed.
We've been isolated by our...
The entire eastern seaboard of the
United States appears to be overrun with the creatures.
They were frenzied with incredible strength.
I've never seen anything like it before.
It tore them apart!
As army forces regroup,
civilians are attempting to flee the cities
before the darkness falls once more.
To my countrymen, head west to the California...
Daddy?
Listen, now we've gotta hustle, OK?
Is it done, Daddy?
We need some help.
He has to survive.
Save my son!
Save my son!
Attention all personnel.
Hand to hand combat training with Corporal Lucken
has been moved from 1300 hours to 1500 hours.
Be a good boy.
Be a good boy, Adam!
Control Team Beta, report to control room.
I can not be part of this world.
I'm sorry.
Hold it there.
Clear.
Madam President.
The SEARS plan...
It's a beautiful day, isn't it?
It is.
You're not gonna lecture me on being outside?
No, I've done that enough.
Have you ever gardened, Andrew?
Can't say that I have.
I love it.
There's a beauty to it, an art of being able to
manipulate nature and caring for it.
With all due respect, Madam President.
I don't like the SEARS plan, either, Andrew.
It's not a plan.
It's the end of the world.
Succinctly put.
I heard that a splinter group have tried penetrating
the Canadian wall.
They were shot onsite by machine gun drones.
There were families.
I know.
My son, he tried about five years ago.
What do you mean?
I want you to try to contact London.
But SEARS...
SEARS is lying.
We've still got advanced telecommunications.
We may be ignored but we are heard.
They wouldn't risk not knowing.
How do you know that?
Because I wouldn't.
Too much at stake.
People have tried but they've fallen on deaf ears.
That's because we're trying to speak to the wrong people.
I'll try.
Thank you.
It's a beautiful garden, Madam President.
I'd like to keep it that way, Andrew.
See to it?
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey!
It's me.
Yeah, I can see that.
You left without a chick in your arms.
I found her outside.
She human?
Yeah, I found her in broad daylight.
Yeah, they have sunscreen, you know?
I checked her eyes.
Your dad doesn't allow outsiders.
We don't have the supplies.
She can have my supplies.
She needs help.
Your dad sees this, you're gonna be the one
needing some help.
You gonna let me in?
Who the hell is that?
I don't know.
She needs help.
All right, come with me.
Attention all personnel.
Due to gas shortage, all helicopter usage
must now be authorized by the unit commander.
Set her right there.
She's exhausted.
Exhausted and dehydrated, I'll bet.
How long was she in the desert for?
No idea.
Attention all personnel.
Please ensure all rifles and side arms are logged
in and out in the armory.
Quite a night, isn't it?
It's a beautiful city.
It really is.
I've watched it change over the years.
Rising up out of the gutters of mediocrity
up to the grandeur that it is now.
The splendor.
Must be strange to have everything so recent, so fresh.
How old are you?
19?
20?
18.
Jesus, so young.
So unaware of how precarious life can be.
Please.
I don't have much left to give.
I know.
I can sense it.
I need help.
Why don't you let me help you?
Who was she?
A volunteer.
She crossed over to...
To die?
To live.
Oh.
Well I do love the heart of a volunteer.
It's a nice warm up.
Sir, I think that we need to...
You should probably not think too much about things
that don't concern you.
That's how you get in trouble.
Of course.
Have you found her yet?
There is no sign of your daughter, sir.
That's impossible.
She's got a chip inside of her for that exact purpose.
The chip is no longer new.
The signals are sporadic.
So, follow the last signal.
We are.
Viggo is pursuing her.
So where is Viggo tracking her to?
We believe that he's passed into No Man's Land.
Where?
The south.
New Mexico.
She's heading west towards the human territory.
Assemble a team.
If Viggo doesn't come back by dawn, send 'em in.
In to No Man's Land?
That would break the Bloody Sunday agreement, sir.
What?
We agreed not to cross over No Man's Land
into human territory in exchange
for the weekly blood donation of every human.
I know what the Bloody Sunday agreement is.
We agreed not to cross the boundaries
and to police our own people,
otherwise, they'll cut the blood supply off.
What if they did?
The humans will see that as an act of war.
We are at war.
This isn't peace, this is simply a stalemate.
It's a time for both sides to rally their forces.
I mean,
I mean, do you really think that they like lining up
and bleeding for us every Sunday?
And how 'bout us?
How many of us are actually satisfied
to have it given to them in Tupperware
like some rancid TV dinner?
No, no.
Our purpose is to hunt.
Theirs is to be hunted.
Someone is bound to break the peace eventually,
either us or them.
They wouldn't dare break the terms.
There's too many of us to defeat them.
And if we did?
Well, if we killed and turned them,
they'll be nobody else to feed from.
Not in this country.
Assemble the team.
Sir, Marcus...
Marcus will understand that I cannot leave my daughter.
I don't think this is a good idea, s...
You'll do as I say.
Yes, Victor.
Doc, we just got a fresh supply run.
200 vials of antibiotics.
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