Day of the Dead: Bloodline

There is no sign of the national guard.

Creatures are tearing up the city.

Many people eaten alive!

They're coming!

Let's get outta here!

Open the door! Open the door!

Mom? I know. Here, too.

Mom, you need to get up

and lock the door to your room, okay?

Don't let anyone in. Not the nurses-

mom? Mom!

So now we've had time to see

what death looks like.

The question for all of you is...

How did he die?

Now remember, the patient

first complained of a sore throat,

a fever, and a cough.

Considering these factors,

can you find this man's cause of death?

So, any of you got a theory on C.O.D.

Based off this information?

Syphilis?

Nice try, Abby, but I don't think

syphilis infects the lungs.

Peter.

Suzie?

Influenza.

Correct. Now, what strain is it, Zoe?

It has to be h1n5.

Close. H1n1.

They couldn't inflate,

so they couldn't provide oxygen.

That's what killed him.

Oh, don't worry, Zoe.

You're not being graded today.

Hey, doc.

Any chance you wanna come

to the end of the semester's fiesta?

What, and go drinking with my students?

Think I'll pass. Have fun.

You're coming, right?

No, you go ahead.

I have some tests to finish up first.

Hey, don't beat yourself up.

I know you can be obsessed about these things.

I know. I just...

Can't believe I didn't see it.

- Okay, call me. - I will.

Sorry to bother you, Zoe.

Your regular just came in

to give his weekly blood sample.

Can Abby help? He makes me uncomfortable.

I know he's a bit strange,

but the antibodies in his blood

are a hundred times normal level.

It's unlike anything we've ever seen before.

Trust me, Zoe, this is a great

opportunity for you.

Hi, Zoe.

Hi, Max.

It's good to see you again.

Your arm.

Anything for you.

Please roll up your sleeve.

Of course.

So...

Have you thought about what I asked last time?

I told you, not interested, Max.

You know, I'm never gonna give up.

You really should give me a chance.

Make a fist.

Relax.

Like a vampire.

Sucking me dry.

Zoe, thank you for being so gentle.

Your other arm.

What is that?

You like it?

This has to stop!

Is there a problem in here, Zoe?

No.

I'm just giving my weekly sample.

Get out of here, you creepy old fuck!

Zoe.

This guy is crazy.

He won't leave me alone.

You can't let people do that to you, Zoe.

Be stronger next time.

Come on. The party's waiting.

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Yeah!

Doctor's orders.

Mingle. Drink.

You know me, social gatherings.

We see these people every day, Zoe.

Hey, babe, where you been?

Trying to get the shy one out of her shell.

Let's grab a beer.

We tapped the first keg already.

But we got two more chilling in the morgue.

Can one of you help me?

Oh, I got it.

I'll socialize after, I swear.

Peter?

Peter, where are you?

You're an asshole!

Come on. You know every one of us

has wanted to do that.

No, just idiots like you.

Sorry.

I'm a dick, I know this.

Now, can we please go get drunk?

Just don't ever do that to me again.

Max.

What are you doing down here?

Relax, Zoe.

I just wanna talk.

There's nothing for us to talk about.

See... we are connected.

There is no "we," Max.

We're meant...

To be together!

Let go of me! Peter!

- Give me a chance. - No! No! Get off me!

Help me!

Shh.

Somebody help me!

I like it when you fight.

You are mine.

Zoe! Zoe!

Zoe!

Zoe! Help!

Everybody, we have to get the fuck out of here!

- What? - Now! He's awake!

Zoe, what's going on?

Please move! Why the hell aren't you moving?

- Come on! - Dr. Beeman, are you okay?

Peter, no! Get away from her!

Peter!

Abby, come on! Come on!

Zoe! Come on, help me up there!

- Help! - Abby, no!

Abby! Abby!

Abby!

It's been five years since the first outbreak.

When reports came out from around the world

about the virus becoming an international emergency,

it was too late.

Few of us survived.

The rest became rotters.

I was one of the lucky ones to have made it

to one of the refugee camps in time,

only to be assigned to high rock bunker,

an intelligence and recon military station

to gather data of rotters for CDC.

Problem is...

It's been a year since we've heard from HQ.

And probably forever

since we saw a survivor.

So this is our home now...

Part military base,

part refugee camp.

You make do with what you have,

scavenge what's left of life.

After all...

This is going to be our home for a little while.

...please report to station four right now.

Morning, Shannon. How are your headaches?

Much better. Thank you, Zoe.

You little devil, better let your mom sleep tonight.

Here are a few announcements.

Today's lockdown will occur at 1600...

Obeying the speed limit, Jeremy?

Never.

Hey, doc, you gonna hit the shower

after your morning jog?

Let me know if you need a hand.

Easy up, Alphonse. She's taken.

She knows I'm only joking, Lucy.

I'm just keeping myself fresh

till the right girl comes along.

You might be waiting a while.

That's cold, doc. Real cold.

Come on, Alphonse.

Do you think the lieutenant is right

and we're just wasting our time here?

Maybe god doesn't want us to reverse what happened.

Doesn't matter that Miguel thinks.

We have a job to do.

Got your back.

Elyse, can you pass me rotter sample number eight?

Sure thing.

Here you go.

I remember this one.

Guy had a nasty set of bite marks on his hands.

What do you think happened to him?

I'd say he had his hands down the wrong girl's pants.

Zoe?

Lily's fever shot up.