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[Distant thunder]

[Mist softly hums]

What the hell?

[Rain and wind]

[Distant thunder]

[ ♪ ♪ ♪ Theme music ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

Will!

Henry!

The abnormals.

[Howling wind]

[Rainfall and dripping water]

[Crack of distant thunder]

[Rain, distant thunder]

Ach!

Yah!

[Weapon fires]

What the hell is going on?

[Weapons fire] Uh!

No!

[Magnus screams in protest]

No!

Aiyeee! Aiyeee!

[Scanner beeps rapidly]

[Scanner emits three sharp beeps]

More fun and games?

Don't move.

Will?
- I said, "Don't move!"

What the hell is going on?

What the hell happened to you?

Who are you?

Will, it's me--

Your name!

Helen. Magnus.

Satisfied?

I don't think so.

Helen Magnus died
three years ago.

What?

Answer my question.

Will...

Who are you?!

I told you! I'm Helen Mag-- Uh!

Let go of me! Let go of me--

Say it again, say it again!

Say it again...

You expect to just show up
here after three years dead

and think we're just
going to make nice?

No way.

You want me to believe this,
make it good!

[Throaty monsters sounds]

You see, if you'd done
your homework, you'd know.

The real Helen Magnus died
in the battle for Buenos Aires.

What?

And you'd have a good spin
on how she survived.

Right now, you got neither.

I don't remember any battle.

How does this work?

Are you a chameleon?
A shape-shifter?

How did you get this far
into the red zone by yourself?

I am not an impostor!
- How?

I woke up in the Sanctuary!

We don't call it that anymore.

I found myself here.

You a telepath?
Is that it?

That's how you know my name.

Will, this is insane--

Prepare one hit, medium voltage.

This mind-reading crap
won't fly.

No!
- Helen Magnus is dead!

[Distant boom]

[Another boom]

Incoming!

We have a breach.
- Go! Secure the perimeter!

Did you summon them?

What? No!
- Did you?

Uh!

Pray this goes well.

[Weapon fires]

[Multiple weapons fire]

Grenade!

One-hit, on my mark.
Cover me.

Dammit, Jason!
You trying to be a hero again?!

No, he's got time, Will!

No! Come on,
we can use him!

Sorry, Jason.

[Gun fires]

[Will]: Pack up the supplies.

We're heading out.

She's armed.

Die!

[pole clatters to the floor]

Please don't kill me!

[Thunder crashes outside]

[Rain is falling]

I'm Helen.

Proper etiquette would be
to offer your name in return.

I've rigged up
some perimeter alarms.

Quite rudimentary, but they
should give us ample warning

if we have any visitors.

I'll see what else I can find.

Jessica.

Mitchell.

What were you doing
down there by yourself...

Jessica Mitchell?

What were you doing down there?

Shelter, mainly.

I suppose I was looking
for something

to help me understand
all of this.

There's nothing out there
but them.

Your parents, are they...

Sorry.

How long have you been
on your own?

I don't know.

It's easier to keep moving
when you're by yourself.

Try and get some rest.

I'll be close by.

[Jessica]: They'll find us, you know.

They always do.

We shouldn't stay here.

Where else should we go?

The outbreak is spreading
at an alarming rate.

We cannot contain the impact.

The city is now evacuated.

Our last stand is to hold
on to the Sanctuary.

Hearing this, we will abandon
the last Sanctuary.

All efforts to find a cure
for this plague have failed.

Our only hope is
to find safe ground

to protect what
few of us remain.

I'm sorry for everything.

Dear God.

Don't move!

[Will]: Relax. I'm not here
to start anything.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Bleeding.

What happened?

[Will]: What do you think?

More palefaces,

but this time I'm the only one
who made it out.

How did you get in here?
I checked every access point.

I broke in through
the old river gate,

but don't worry,
I locked it behind me.

Arghh!!! Owww!!

It's just shrapnel.
You can patch it up later.

Why should I, after
the reception you gave me?

Come on.

Let's get you sorted.

[Will]: Unhhh...

Scare you?

[Jessica]: Only when I saw your face.

[Magnus]: Behave, both of you.

[Magnus]: It may be a shambles,
but this is still my house.

What?

Three years ago,

the Air Force dropped
a daisy cutter

on an Argentine neighborhood

that you were trying
to evacuate.

15,000 people were vaporized,

including you

at ground zero,

and suddenly, here you are,

alive and well.

You were gone, Magnus,

without a trace-

I can't explain it.

Try.
- I don't know.

I-I woke up here
with no memory of anything,

I mean, you, those creatures.

Buenos Aires? I...

Well, you look good.

You must have been holed up
somewhere real sweet.

You look like you've had...

food, shelter,

sunlight.

Was there a colony
that I didn't know about?

The last thing I recall...

Was what?

A mission.
Central America. I...

[Magnus]: Why can't I remember
anything since then?

It's like this is all a dream.

Everything is gone.

Everything we built, gone.

Everyone we ever cared about
is dead!

Does this look like a dream?

What happened to you, Will?

[Will]: It was more than just a plague,
it was a new kind of species--

cannibalistic,
mindless, soulless.

At first we tried containment,
treatment.

We wanted to understand.

But it wasn't natural evolution.

Rampant infection rates.
Quick mutation.

Within a year,
millions had turned.

It affected both humans
and abnormals.

Too many to fight.

Too powerful.

They fed on anything alive,

and if they drew blood,
if you survived the attack...

You changed.

Five, six hours, a day max,

and you were one of them,
infected.

We never found
the point of origin?

But there had to have been
a Patient Zero.

The infection spread
too quickly to find the source.

We did everything we could
to slow it.

Nothing worked.

After a while, you were euthanizing
more than you treated.

Governments evacuated cities.

We abandoned the Sanctuaries.

That global panic thing,

that's a bitch, let me tell you.

Then they started deploying
tactical nukes.

How many are left?

Uninfected?

100,000 worldwide, maybe.

I set up a colony in the Arctic.

There's a few thousand
living on remote islands.

We've been fighting
these creatures.

We're part of
a larger militia, but...

we've been whittled down
one by one

just trying to save
the last of the last.

It's over.

It has been for a long time.

Why can't I remember
any of this?

You must've got out somehow,

been in a colony
suffering from amnesia,

battle shock--

No. No, that's not it.

There is a reason
I came back here now.

[Jessica]: Helen?

I don't feel so...

Quick, Will--
- Don't touch her!

She's infected.
You didn't check her?

I didn't know!

Will!

She's dead already.

You said we have five hours,
maybe more. Please.

Help me understand this.

Magnus, if she turns,
they'll come.

Then I suggest you leave,

because I will not let you
shoot this girl.

[Rainfall and thunder]

[Chittering/growling of the infected]

[An infected calls]

[Magnus's logs] ...Unfortunately,
the elixir from the vial

seems to have had
no effect on me

except a spike in my
immunoglobulin levels.

Repeated attempts to bring them
back down into normal range have failed.

[Will]: This is all a very bad idea.

Which means
you really must be you.

[Will]: Why did you come here?

So you could retrace ground
you've already covered?

I don't have the right equipment
to run the proper blood tests,

but I should be able
to cross-reference

Jessica's symptoms

with entries from
my previous research,

look for some sort of deviation.

Deviations?

They've become the dominant
species on the planet.

They're like locusts...

That turn other life forms
into more locusts.

But the contagion had to have
started somewhere.

Someone must have been
the first to contract it.

Let's do the time warp again--

Typhus, smallpox, cholera,
yellow fever, scarlet fever,

malaria, they all bear
no relation to this disease.

Have you caught up yet?

There has to be evidence
of this disease

somewhere in the past.

It cannot
have come out of nowhere.

We've done this dance.

You've tried cures, treatments,
for years.

Nothing works.
The contagion mutates.

It wins. Humans are extinct.

We're not.
You and me, we're alive.

Isn't that a reason for hope?

Reason? There isn't a reason
for anything anymore.

We know how we're dying,
but why it's happening,

what we did to deserve this,
who the hell knows?

This doesn't make any sense.

There has to be a way
to stop it--

You've already done this!

You tried every single waking
moment until the very end.

You kept going.

You're still fighting.

Life without purpose isn't...

life.

I learned that from you.

I'm sorry I disappeared.

[New noises inside the building]

[Will]: Company's here.

I'll head them off
at the access tunnels.

You might want to go
protect the girl.

[gurgles and chittering]

[Will utters a war cry]

[Stunner fires repeatedly]

[Hisses and cries erupt]

[Jessica cries out]

Henry...

[Strangle mist makes humming sounds]

[Will]: Couple of storerooms
on the garage level

I missed when we evacuated,

though we were
in kind of a rush.

[Will]: I rigged this up with
one of our one-hits.

Should keep you
in computerland for a while.

Oh, and I hate to break it to you,
but the Internet's down.

Has been for about five years.

[Magnus]: I'll survive.

More of them will be coming.

Defenses?

Nonexistent.

It's just me and you against
thousands of inhuman cannibals.

Well, then we should be fine.

There was a time you would
have laughed at that.

Yeah, I'm sure there was.

Central America.

Is that where
the outbreak started?

[Magnus]: Could that have been
ground zero for the contagion?

No, I think all evidence pointed
to the Pacific Northwest.

Why?

[Magnus]: Honduras. It figures
into this somehow.

Why?
- I don't know.

I have to access
my personal log,

but there's something there
important that I'm missing.

I'll be damned
if I know what it is.

Magnus, what are you
doing with this girl?

I have a theory
I'd like to test.

I found some anticoagulants and
older blood thinners in the storeroom.

The old
dialysis-on-the-fly trick.

Yeah, I've been there,
done that.

I know. I saw the notes,
but we've also never had

such an early jump
on the infection.

All the other test subjects
were either long infected

or completely turned.

Jessica's only been
showing symptoms

for less than a couple of hours.

It's much earlier in
the transformation process.

Bring on the Hail Mary.

Mmm.

Will...

The others?

Henry...

Made weapons for the government

until it finally fell.

He kept finding newer,
better ways to stop them,

to kill them,
then his number finally came up.

I saw the photos.

The Big Guy refused to leave
after we pulled up stakes,

even though there was
nothing here left to protect.

I'm guessing he took more
than a few with him

when he finally went.

And Kate?

She died...

In the fighting.

She was a good fighter,
a good leader.

Druitt...

He took a tactical nuke

and teleported into the middle

of a high-density
infection area.

He took most of Boston with him.

That was two weeks
after we thought you were dead.

She's been in v-tach
for more than an hour.

Pulse is off the charts.

There's a reason we don't
let it run its course.

It's not a pretty sight.

Just give it some time.

Heard that before.

I respect you trying
to save this girl,

it's even kind of nostalgic,

but come on,
this is all just more stuff

for the archaeologists
to find in the future

after we're long gone.

Magnus?

Eastern Honduras, 10 years ago.
I remember.

What about it?

I went there looking for
the tomb of Pacal the Second,

a Mayan king
from the late dynasty.

So?

It wasn't long
after Ashley had died.

I...

I was tired of outliving
people I loved.

I wanted to find a cure
for my longevity.

In a Mayan tomb?

I'd been researching
ancient myths and legends.

How certain cultures had claimed

to have found a way
to shorten time,

to manipulate it.

The Mayan kings were abnormals

who aged very slowly,
like I do.

I-there was evidence
that they'd developed an elixir

capable of giving them
a normal human lifespan.

The kings wanted a release
from their advanced age.

So you were looking for a way
to grow old.

What does that have to do
with the end of everything?

It doesn't, except that
the Mayan people died out

at an incredibly rapid pace.

The empire fell
within several decades.

Entire sections
of their population

simply disappeared,
gone without a trace.

No one knows why.

So you think that the contagion
that's killed off

the intelligent life
on this planet

is the same one
that wiped out the Mayans?

That's not possible.
There'd be evidence--

The virus can mutate.
It is entirely possible--

No.

Will, help me
go further with this.

Tell me where things stood
before the end.

Was there anything I had tried
that had come close?

Anything remotely hopeful?

Well, we certainly didn't
talk about the damn Mayans!

[Distant cry]

[Loud screams]

[Magnus]: Jessica!

[Loud summoning call]

Will, no!

[Glass shatters]

She was calling to them!

[Distant calls cry out in return]

[Loud calls from hordes of infected]

We need to seal off
any section we can't hold.

Fall back to a safe position
and wait for them to leave.

I'll help out as long as I can.

We can do this, Will!

I'm sure you've
been through worse.

No, I haven't.

That last skirmish
didn't go so well for me.

We kill as many as possible,

and then when it's my turn,
you don't hesitate.

Not for one second.

[Calls and shrieks]

[Stunner fires]

Will!

That should buy us
about 15 seconds.

[Heavy pounding on door]

You barricade yourself in here.

Don't let anyone in,
especially me.

Will, I just need some--

Time?

Here... take this.

Will...

We had a son...

Kate and me.

He'd be about two now.

He's been living
up in the Arctic colony

ever since she died.

We named him Magnus.

Magnus Zimmerman.

If you make it out of here,
you find him.

[Will issues battle cry]

I need to go back further.

The Honduras mission...

[Weapon fires repeatedly]

...from the Mayan tomb
of King Pacal.

I am hopeful about
the one artifact l found there

that matched the legends.

Markings on this suggest

an unorthodox
relationship to time,

the ability to
manipulate it at will

via the protection
of mystic guardians...

[Weapon fire]

All of this makes me hopeful
that the contents of this vial

are what allowed
King Pacal to die

within a normal lifespan.

A full chemical breakdown

and diagnostic
of the fluid inside

should reveal its properties.

[Growls and roars]

[Loud pounding on the door]

...seven years and nine months
since the outbreak began.

My unique physiology

seems to have prevented
any outward symptoms.

The contagion mutates
at such speed

I'm afraid I can't
analyze it fast enough.

There's still no way to control
the immunoglobulin spikes

in the blood of those infected.

Immunoglobulin...

[Will shouts defiance]

[Will keeps shouting]

[Very loud pounding on the door]

Unfortunately,
the elixir from the vial

seems to have had
no effect on me

except a spike in my
immunoglobulin levels.

Repeated attempts
to bring them back down

into normal range--

It was the artifact itself.

It held the contagion.

[Loud banging on the door]

I was patient zero.

[Loud banging]

[Magnus]: I caused this.
I caused all of this.

Dear God.

You're keeping it
hidden from the world.

Guarding it.

[Entity emits soft hum]

You won't let me
destroy it, will you?

[Entity continues to hum]

Is it safe here?

[Hum is louder in response]

Thank you.

[Will]: Hey!
Welcome back.

Wow, nice coat.

Did you pick that up
in Honduras?

No, it's-it's one of my own.

Huh. Well, it's a very
good look for you.

So how was the safari?

Safaris are in Africa.

Okay, then the uh...

[Sean Connery voice] "Jungle Hunt for the"
"tomb of the Mayan King,"

which, when you think about it, sounds
like a bad cable special, doesn't it?

Which is why I went alone,
to avoid the mockery.

Ah, that's a good plan.

So did you find it, or what?

The tomb? No.
No, I didn't.

Really?
You did a lot of research.

It's not like you
to strike out like that.

Searched the area for days.

Came up empty, not even a whiff.

We'll just call the trip
a massive tax write-off.

You're totally pissed,
aren't you?

That you came up empty.

Absolutely furious.

Come on.

These things happen
for a reason, right?

Wow.
Look at that.

What a beautiful day.

Mmmm...

Not bad, Will.