Darkest Day

Lisa, get back!

Hey!

Wait!

Ben!

- Please, I don't have any money! - Stop, stop!

He's not infected.

What the hell are you doing?

You trying to get yourself killed?!

Shut up!

You okay?

- What are you doing? - Ben!

No, I...

What's going on?

Ben, no!

Come on, let go of him!

Come on!

- Come on! - No!

Come on!

Hey, food's here.

Hey what'd you get?

Lisa, what's going on?

Where's Ben?

Lisa, what's going on? Lisa, what happened?

And who's this asshole?

He could be infected, we don't even know who this guy is.

He doesn't look infected.

Just wait there.

What the hell is going on?

Where is everybody?

- Would someone please tell me? - Who's that?

How can you not know?

Where've you been?

I don't know!

- I can't remember. - There was nothing you could have done.

I woke up on a beach and then I...

You woke up on a beach?

Congratulations, this guy is a complete psycho.

Sam, Ben's dead.

Great!

Shit, what happened?

I can't believe I left him.

Sweetheart, it's going to be okay.

Hey.

You might as well come in... like you know and join us.

We've got a spare chair.

Come with me.

Don't worry about them.

It's just been a while since we've met anyone new.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't think you had.

Handing out keys.

Sam!

What?

Look, why don't you sit down.

...into my house.

Where's he gonna stay, huh?

Well, he's not staying my room.

So you really don't know about anything.

Okay, let's start with an easy one.

What's your name?

Dan.

I'm Kate.

How did this happen?

Look, you should sit down.

Who is this guy?

- Huh? - Shh, it's gonna be fine.

I mean he wakes up on a beach without any memory.

Does anybody believe that?

Sam!

Well who does he think he is, Jason Bourne?

There was some sort of neurological virus.

Everyone thought it was just the usual media hype, you know.

None expected it to wipe out half the country.

By the time everyone realized, it was too late.

I'm sorry, I'm not really used

to explaining this stuff to people.

Is there anything you do remember?

My mom was ill.

She had been getting worse so I went back to see her.

I was on my way home and...

Nothing.

That's all I remember.

Look, I'm sorry.

Were you followed?

Did you look?

Did you check for soldiers?

Did you see any?

You know we're not supposed to be here.

The whole house is in danger now.

Hey, sorry.

Hey, (dramatic music) you okay?

Hmm?

So how does this virus spread?

Well that's the thing, no one knows.

If you survive this long, you must be immune like we are.

Are you the only ones left?

Most people evacuated to the safe camps,

if they managed to make it out of the city.

I went in the car with my dad and my sister.

We were just trying to get out like everyone else.

People were running into the road, and screaming, and

attacking each other and attacking the cars.

And then, one of them fell in front of our car.

My dad got out and tried to help.

I heard him shout to my sister to get back in the car,

but they were everywhere.

Then I just heard my sister screaming

but I didn't move.

I didn't do anything.

There's nothing you could've done.

I've seen them.

Sorry, you didn't need to hear any of that stuff.

You probably need to get some rest.

You can take my room if you'd like.

By the way, I've never told anyone that stuff before.

I've got a footprint, possible target.

It can't be more than 30 count on foot.

Get Recce sorted and send the UAV.

And get straight on the line to the FOB.

Copy that.

Dan?

Dan, are you okay?

Dropped my spoon.

How's our guest?

Have you got your room back yet?

No, I think he's still asleep.

Come on, hurry up!

- Why? - I'm hungry!

We really got too fat, you know even at this time...

You've done really well.

- (cans clanging) - Yeah.

Well, I still do press-ups.

Who likes the vegetable?

Oh, I'm hungry now.

Sam.

Check this out.

- Well, that's easy. - Ey.

You alright?

Hey.

Hey.

Talk about a conversation killer.

Sam.

Alright, James upstairs.

Turn the music off.

Frank.

Alright, come on.

Quickly.

Oh fuck, run!

Guys, get outta here.

James should be okay.

Guys, let's get outta here.

I'm getting crushed!

Alright, we're going to have to let him in.

Guys grab a sheet, we're gonna have to let him in.

Go grab a sheet.

- James you're gonna be okay. - I've got the sheet.

On the count of three, two, one, everyone get out of the way!

Ready?

Three, two, one, go!

- (zombie screaming) - Go!

Let him go.

Lisa, where's that knife?

Where's that knife?

- Let him go! - I got it.

Shit.

Now!

Could someone gimme a hand here?

Come on.

- I hurt my head... - (muffled crosstalk)