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(silence)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(AIRPLANE WHOOSHES)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

(DEVICE BLEEPING)

TEAM LEADER: Dispatch, this is Omega 2-8-6-5-0.

We've arrived at location.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: (OVER RADIO) Roger, Omega 2-8-6-5-0.

Proceed with extreme caution.

Environment has been flagged as hostile.

TEAM LEADER: Copy that, Dispatch.

All right, men, you heard the lady. Let's move out.

(REYNOLDS SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(GUN FIRING)

GRAHAM: Lift your head up there, red.

Say cheese.

BENSON: Dispatch, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

Has power been restored to any area in Sector 7-4-8-4?

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Negative, Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

Grid 7-4-8-4 is still a Class C dark zone.

BENSON: Dispatch, there's a visible source of light positioned

approximately 500 yards to our due south.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Delta 6-2-5-8-2, please investigate and advise.

BENSON: Dispatch, you're gonna have to assign another team to location.

We're heading back to base.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Negative, Delta 6-2-5-8-2. Instructions remain in effect.

Proceed to light source and investigate.

BENSON: Dispatch... Dispatch, we're on the tail end of a 12-hour shift here.

While your ass has been sitting in a cushy little chair,

we've covered a 5-square mile radius on foot, okay.

My men are exhausted.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: If there is a gas powered generator at source,

then the potential for survivors is increased.

You have your orders.

BENSON: Fine. Heading to investigate light source now.

Delta 6-2-5-8-2 out.

Cunt.

What are the current environmental readings, Graham?

GRAHAM: Levels are at over 300. Highly lethal.

The possibility of finding survivors in this is virtually zero.

JACKSON: It's been a long-ass day, Benson.

Let's just head back to base and tell Dispatch

that we checked inside and didn't find anyone.

They'll never know.

BENSON: Can that shit, Jackson. We've got orders.

JACKSON: Come on, we're not gonna find no survivors.

Nobody's found any survivors. It's all pointless.

BENSON: Pointless or not, we follow orders on my watch.

End of discussion. Let's get moving.

(EXHALES IN FRUSTRATION)

JACKSON: I don't get paid enough for this shit.

BENSON: There it is, boys. Let's get this over with so we can go home.

Well, don't just stand there. Work your magic, Jackson.

JACKSON: (SIGHS) Yeah, Benson. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's see here.

(HUMMING)

What do we got? Oh! Oh, that's easy.

(SIGHS)

BENSON: Jesus Christ, man. My grandmother could work faster than you.

Let's go.

JACKSON: I'm working as fast as I can.

BENSON: What's the hold up, Jackson?

GRAHAM: Yeah, Jackson. Hurry up! Let's go.

JACKSON: Can't a brother break into a building without white folks giving him shit.

Damn!

Ah, look at this.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

My niece could have designed a better circuit board than this.

(SHRILL BLEEP)

BENSON: Yeah, that's more like it.

JACKSON: Yeah, you better recognize.

BENSON: Oh, yeah, you're the man all right, Jackson.

Now, come on, let's get this thing over with.

GRAHAM: Benson, we'd better be getting double time for this.

BENSON: If you don't like it, Graham, you can get your ass back in the unemployment line

with the other 42% of the country.

GRAHAM: (SIGHS) Okay.

(SOFTLY) Son of a bitch.

JACKSON: Man, can't you all wait up?

I just went through all this shit for you.

I know you all ain't gonna leave me back here all by myself.

(DEVICE BLEEPS)

GRAHAM: Wait! Hey, hold up a sec. This can't be right.

BENSON: What is it, Graham?

GRAHAM: Ellis, what readings are you getting right now?

ELLIS: I'm not picking up anything.

Absolutely no sign of contamination whatsoever.

BENSON: What do you mean "no sign of contamination"? Let me see it.

Maybe it's broken. Let me see yours.

What the hell?

Dispatch, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

We appear to have located a clean air pocket

in Sector 7-4-8-4.

Our equipment shows no sign of contamination here at all.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: One moment while we locate your coordinates.

JACKSON: What the hell is that over there?

GRAHAM: It's weird we haven't found any contamination, boss.

You ever hear of this kind of thing before?

BENSON: No, this is really strange.

GRAHAM: Shit, you think we're gonna get a bonus?

BENSON: You should be glad you're getting a paycheck at all.

A lot of other people in this country aren't so lucky.

(JACKSON EXCLAIMS IN AMAZEMENT)

Looks like a big brick oven.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Your position has been logged, Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

Do you know the approximate size of the clean air pocket?

JACKSON: Whoa.

BENSON: Negative, Dispatch. We just found it.

JACKSON: This is really weird.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Once you've been able to determine

the volume of the clean area, notify us at once.

BENSON: Roger, Dispatch. Delta 6-2-5-8-2 out.

JACKSON: Hey, guys. Over here.

Come check this out.

What the hell is that thing?

It's weird as hell, huh?

ELLIS: It kind of looks like a kiva.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what the hell's a kiva then, Einstein?

A structure made by Pueblo people.

Okay, new fish. Just how the hell would you know that?

You a Pueblo person?

No, I read a book.

You know how to read, Jackson?

Are you getting smart with me?

You're in The Zone right now, young man.

You need to stop playing around.

Jackson, get the fuck out of my face. Seriously, man.

You're lucky I'm just in your face.

BENSON: Damn it, knock it off.

There's no time for this crap.

Did you inspect inside that thing?

Yeah, it's empty. No stiffs.

All right. Then let's keep moving.

You know this ain't finished yet. Get out of my way.

ELLIS: Hey, Graham, does it sound like

Jackson wants to bang me or is it just me?

BENSON: Enough.

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

Yeah, just as I thought, a generator.

JACKSON: Well, that explains the power for the lights.

BENSON: All right, there's a door over there. Let's try that one.

Come on.

This one's locked.

GRAHAM: Benson, man, let's just smash it. I'll kick the glass in.

No, no, no. It's too dangerous.

You guys might cut your suits open.

There's probably another door over there.

Come on. Let's go.

ELLIS: Whoa! What the hell?

Hey, Benson, check this out.

BENSON: How'd you open it?

I didn't do anything. It just opened.

BENSON: Calm down, Ellis. It was probably just stuck.

ELLIS: I am not going in there.

BENSON: Don't get your panties in a wad, Ellis. The door was stuck.

Let's just go.

GRAHAM: Ellis, quit being such a chicken shit.

(JACKSON LAUGHING)

BENSON: Wonderful.

Thanks a lot, Dispatch. Maybe we'll be done in time for breakfast.

Come on, you guys. We don't have all night.

ELLIS: Is it just me, or can you guys smell Jackson through your mask?

JACKSON: Fuck you, Ellis.

ELLIS: Fuckin' stinky motherfucker.

JACKSON: Don't make me bust your ass.

ELLIS: Well, that sounds scary. You know what I mean?

JACKSON: Yeah, you're acting like a big ol' pussy.

ELLIS: Punk ass bitch.

JACKSON: Benson, who the hell hired this guy?

He's so stupid, he'd probably go outside and forget to take his mask.

(SIGHS)

BENSON: Goddamn it, Ellis! Ellis, come on. Get in here.

Sorry, Benson. Fuck man. Just...

BENSON: Don't be sorry, Ellis.

Move your ass. Now! I mean it.

(JACKSON LAUGHS)

ELLIS: Holy crap! This place is big.

BENSON: How are the environmental readings?

(DEVICE BLEEPS) ELLIS: Uh...

Zeros across the board.

GRAHAM: We're still clean.

BENSON: Dispatch, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

(STATIC SCREECHING OVER RADIO)

Dispatch, do you copy? Dispatch, do you copy?

Too much interference. Probably the walls of this place.

Let's start in there. Follow me.

(COMPUTER SERVERS HUMMING)

All right. Looks like we've got a map of the building.

It's going to help us move a lot faster.

We've got stairways. We've got one here. And we've got one here.

And we have one here. All right?

We're gonna do a systematic sweep of the building.

I'm going to take ground level.

Jackson, I want you to take second level.

And Graham and Ellis, I want you guys to split up and take the sub-levels.

All right? JACKSON: There's an elevator right over there.

No, no, no, no, no. We can't rely on the power of the elevators, okay?

We're gonna take the stairs. All right, you got that?

Okay. Take the stairs. Okay?

GRAHAM: Yeah, we got it, boss. Let's go. Go.

ELLIS: Yeah, Benson.

JACKSON: But my feet are killing me.

BENSON: Jackson, will you knock it off.

GRAHAM: Man, fuck this mask.

BENSON: Damn it, Graham! What the hell are you doing?

We're in the goddamn Zone here.

Zero contamination.

You know the safety protocols.

Yeah, I know the protocol.

But I also know that my neck's fucking killing me.

I got a headache.

And I've been wearing this goddamn suit for 12 hours.

So I'm taking my fucking mask off.

JACKSON: Whoa!

You gonna take that shit from him, Benson?

Point taken.

ELLIS: Uh, are you guys sure this is safe?

Ellis, we're still breathing, aren't we?

Yeah, but we don't know how far this safe area extends.

I want everybody to keep your eyes on your gauges.

If it goes beyond one point, put your masks back on.

Everybody take a potassium iodide tablet right now just to be safe.

All right. Get your headsets in.

Hopefully these walls won't interfere with the shortwave too much.

All right, if we lose contact,

I want everybody to meet back here in exactly one hour.

Got that?

Yeah, boss.

BENSON: All right.

Yeah.

All right. Let's go.

Ellis.

It smells weird down here, man.

Kind of like...

It smells like death.

All right, let's split up.

You take this hallway. I'll take this one.

Keep your eye on your gauge.

(GRUNTS)

Whoa!

(TV MUTED)

I need one of these at home.

(TOUCH PAD BLEEPING)

(STATIC BUZZING LOUDLY)

(LAUGHS)

Don't be an idiot.

(TV MUTES)

GHOSTLY VOICE: Jackson.

(STATIC CRACKLES)

(STATIC BUZZING LOUDLY)

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

(GROANS)

Yeah, right.

What's the...

Fuck.

(GRATING)

Hello?

(GRATING)

Is somebody there?

(EXCLAIMS)

Hey, Graham?

Graham, is that you?

Graham, I can't see shit, man. Come on.

That's not funny, man.

What the...

Boo! Oh!

(JACKSON LAUGHING)

Oh, my God, that was classic.

You should have seen your face.

Fuck, Jackson. That wasn't fucking funny, man.

Did you shit your pants?

That's your breath you're smelling, jackass.

Come on, help me up.

That's you, you piece of shit. Fuck, man.

Here, let me help you get your ass up.

That was stupid, man. I could have fucking ripped my suit.

Well, it's a man's game. You shouldn't have your ass in here if you can't do it.

A man? That's right, you weak ass.

Jackson, what the hell are you doing on this floor?

That was hilarious. What the hell are you doing on this floor?

Absolutely hilarious.

BENSON: (OVER RADIO) Damn it, Jackson.

Quit screwing around and get your ass up to the second level right now.

Yeah, yeah. I'm going.

I'm going.

Hey, are you okay?

No, he keeps fucking with me.

Yeah, yeah, don't worry about him, all right.

He's all hard on all the new guys.

Let's just fucking knock out this floor and go home.

Okay? All right? Whatever.

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

What's in there?

Some electronic gear.

Some really hi-tech looking stuff though.

Yeah, we're looking for bodies. Not hi-tech stuff.

Focus, Ellis.

Hey, Graham.

GRAHAM: Yeah?

Don't you think it's weird?

GRAHAM: What?

ELLIS: That we haven't found any bodies yet.

Shit, man. Sometimes we just don't find any bodies.

There's bodies everywhere we go in The Zone.

I mean, in the streets, churches, parks, houses.

Yeah, so?

This place was occupied when it happened.

There's still half-drunk cups of coffee sitting on desks out there.

If there was no warning, where did everybody go?

GRAHAM: (OVER RADIO) Man, I don't know.

Maybe the boss took everyone out on a picnic.

You're thinking about this way too much.

I've been in thousands of buildings just like this one.

(ELEVATOR PINGING)

Sometimes there just aren't any bodies.

ELLIS: (OVER RADIO) This place just creeps me out though.

GRAHAM: Man, Jackson really planted a bug in your head, didn't he?

Take the stairs, my ass.

GRAHAM: (DISTORTED) It's a building just like any other.

Bricks, wood, glass, metal, carpet...

(STATIC CRACKLING OVER RADIO)

(ELEVATOR PINGS)

God, this is ridiculous.

This is gonna take all night.

JACKSON: (OVER RADIO) Benson, this place is fucking huge. This is going to take hours.

BENSON: (OVER RADIO) Jackson, will you shut up?

(VOICES WHISPERING) Yeah, yeah, Benson.

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

That's weird. No dust.

(CLANGING)

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

Twelve fucking hours.

I'm lucky it didn't overflow into my suit.

(EXHALES) Oh, yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

(VOICES WHISPERING)

Who's there?

Jackson?

Are you fucking around down here on ground level?

Negative. I'm emptying my piss bag on Level 2. Why?

(VOICES WHISPERING)

JACKSON: (OVER RADIO) Benson?

What the fuck?

JACKSON: Is everything okay down there?

Yeah. Never mind!

Christ, how many floors does this place have?

Watch your step.

Dispatch, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2. Do you copy?

(STATIC SCREECHING OVER RADIO)

Dispatch, I repeat, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

Do you copy?

I have found evidence of what appears to be a homicide.

Do you copy, Dispatch?

Damn it!

Shit!

(CORPSE GROANING)

(PANTING)

I saw it.

It was there. It was there.

It was fucking there.

(CHUCKLES)

(VOICES WHISPERING)

(RASPING HISS)

(RASPING HISS)

(MUNCHING)

(GASPS) Jesus Christ!

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING OVER RADIO)

Jackson? Jackson, are you okay?

Jesus, that's Jackson.

He's joking, right? That's fucking another joke, eh?

I don't know, man. I don't know. Let's go.

Get your shit together.

Put your fucking mask on.

(JACKSON CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Jackson, come in.

Come on, Ellis, let's go.

That better be a joke.

Ellis, let's go.

BENSON: Hang in there, Jackson. I'm coming. I'm coming.

(JACKSON GURGLING OVER RADIO)

Come on, Ellis. Move it.

BENSON: I'm almost there, Jackson. Just hang on.

Jesus Christ. I'm here, Jackson. I'm here.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Shit, Jackson's down, you guys. Come on.

Come on, you guys, I need some help here. Ellis, come on.

Do it. Get down there.

BENSON: Come here. Hold his feet down, Ellis.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

BENSON: Hold him still, damn it.

ELLIS: Is he gonna be all right now?

BENSON: Oh, shit. He's bleeding from his neck. Oh, shit.

ELLIS: What the fuck? BENSON: Damn it, Jackson.

GRAHAM: I saw some medical supplies back down on sub-level.

BENSON: Graham, go get those supplies. Graham, go.

ELLIS: What did this to him?

BENSON: Goddamn it, Ellis. Keep holding him still, damn it.

ELLIS: Has this ever happened before, Benson?

BENSON: Oh, God. Come on. Come on, Jackson.

Come on, come on. Stay with me, man. Stay with me.

ELLIS: We're getting you some medicine, bro. Hold on.

GRAHAM: Shit. Goddamn it.

ELLIS: Put something on that wound, man. It's bleeding bad.

BENSON: Graham, where are you, goddamn it? Hurry up.

GRAHAM: Oh, shit. Which way was it, Graham? Which way?

ELLIS: Benson, I'm not getting paid enough for this shit.

I am not getting paid enough.

Am I getting hazard pay for this?

BENSON: Ellis, shut up! Graham, where the hell are you?

GRAHAM: I got it. I got it. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'll be there in a second.

ELLIS: Maybe... Maybe he's choking on his tongue, Benson.

Have you checked his mouth? Wipe that shit off, man.

Ellis, be quiet. It's disgusting.

I mean it. Graham, move it.

ELLIS: Come on, man, if you don't wipe his mouth, man, I'm going to be sick.

BENSON: Graham, come on. Come on, man. Hurry up.

Hurry up, goddamn it. Give me the gauze.

GRAHAM: I've got bandages and sedatives and I grabbed everything l could find.

BENSON: (SIGHS) Shit. Where's the sedative?

Come on, give me the sedative.

Jesus Christ. Goddamn it.

Come on, Jackson. Come on. Come on.

Ellis, hold him down, man. I don't want to miss the vein.

Come on. Come on, Jackson. Hold on. Hold on. Come on. All right, there you go.

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

(DISTORTED VOICES CHATTERING)

ELLIS: Gauze isn't gonna fix that, man.

Gauze is not gonna fix that. We gotta get him help now.

BENSON: All right, you guys. We need to roll him out on something.

We've got to get him out of here. Come on.

Go get a dolly or something. Go! Come on, you guys.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Hang in there. Hang in there, man.

ELLIS: I can't find anything, man.

BENSON: (OVER RADIO) Well, keep looking then.

GHOSTLY VOICE: Ellis.

ELLIS: Benson?

GHOSTLY VOICE: Ellis.

ELLIS: Hello?

(STATIC CRACKLING OVER RADIO)

What? I didn't copy. Come in. Hello?

Who's calling my name? Come on.

That's not funny. Hello?

That's weird, man. That's really weird.

Graham?

GRAHAM: Goddamn it. This is so unbelievably fucked.

BENSON: Graham, you find anything yet?

GRAHAM: (OVER RADIO) Nope. Nothing.

GHOSTLY VOICE: Ellis.

ELLIS: Graham? Benson? Is that you?

GHOSTLY VOICE: Ellis.

ELLIS: Is someone there? Graham? Benson? Is that you?

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

GHOSTLY VOICE: Ellis.

GRAHAM: (OVER RADIO) Ellis. ELLIS: Graham, is that you?

GRAHAM: Ellis, you found anything yet?

ELLIS: Yeah, Graham. Yeah, Graham, let Benson know I found something.

My radio's not working too good but I'll meet you back up top.

GRAHAM: Okay, I'll meet you back at the bathroom then.

BENSON: Dispatch, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

We have a medical emergency. Do you acknowledge?

We have a man down in Sector 7-4-8-4.

The situation is critical.

We need MEDVAC support immediately.

Damn it, it's no use. I can't get an external signal through these walls.

GRAHAM: What are we gonna do, cap? We can't just leave him here.

I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna lose a man on my patrol.

We've got no choice. I'm gonna go outside and get a clear signal.

Don't move Jackson, all right? You stay here with him.

ELLIS: What do you mean you're going outside?

Whatever did that to Jackson is still somewhere out there.

Jackson did it to himself. He had his mask off.

He must have breathed in some contaminated air.

ELLIS: Did it to himself? Look at his neck, man.

You can't do that to yourself.

His throat muscles constricted from the toxins.

When he couldn't breathe, he panicked and clawed his own damn throat.

GRAHAM: I don't buy it, Benson, man.

Ellis and I also had our masks off and we're fine.

Plus, Jackson still got his gloves on.

Jackson did it to himself. End of story.

Benson, please don't go out there, man.

I'm telling you. There's something out there.

BENSON: Did you actually see something with your own eyes?

No. I heard it.

You heard it? What did it sound like then?

Voices. Voices calling out my name.

You just heard one of us trying to reach you on the headset. That's all.

No, man. It wasn't over the headset. I know...

It was probably just an echo caused by distortion.

No, it wasn't distortion, Benson. It was not distortion.

It was right there in the hallway watching me.

It sounds like to me you're starting to crack from the stress, Ellis.

ELLIS: No, I'm telling you. I'm telling you.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Oh, come on, Benson.

You've got to admit there's something really off about this place.

Plus you've heard the rumors.

Enough! Those are merely rumors. That's all.

Hey, you know as well as I do that it's true.

You boy scouts can sit around telling campfire stories

to each other all night.

Each second you waste puts Jackson's life in jeopardy.

He needs medical attention.

And it's not gonna happen till I establish a radio connection.

I need for you guys to knock it off

and monitor his vitals while I'm gone. Understand?

Yeah. Yeah. We got it.

I'm not crazy, Benson. There's something out there.

Hey, it's all right, man. I believe you.

Ellis, I know you're telling the truth. Don't worry about Benson.

The guy's a hard-ass prick.

This place is a fucking maze.

ELLIS: I'm not sure if he's gonna make it.

His heart's beating real slow, Graham.

I'm so sick of this fucking mask, man.

Are you serious right now?

Ellis, look at his fucking neck.

He did not do that to himself.

You know it and I know it.

We've been standing out here breathing the same fucking air all day.

Seriously, huh?

(LAUGHS)

Okay.

Fuck it.

Hey, Graham.

Let me ask you something, bro.

Yeah?

That shit you and Benson were talking about earlier.

The rumors and stuff.

What was that about, man?

It's nothing, just rumors.

Bullshit.

Come on, man.

If you know something, now is the time.

So, recently they started finding looters

in the outlying areas of The Zone.

What do you mean like looters, like...

Guys bent on stealing shit out of here.

Rob banks, jewelry, electronics, whatever.

Taking it out.

Really?

I haven't heard that.

The company's got to keep it quiet.

Why would the company do that, bro?

Because, man, right now they have a controlled problem.

You know, The Zone.

But the second people start taking stuff out of here into the real world,

it's a different kind of thing.

That's messed up, man.

How many people? How many looters? What do you mean?

I don't know.

But some of these guys have guns.

They're bringing guns into The Zone?

I mean, guns.

Whoa!

Dude, that's contraband.

If the company knew you had that, you'd lose your job in a second, bro.

Fuck the company.

I care about two things right now, Ellis.

Me and you.

And that's only 'cause you're with me.

But right now, all I feel like doing is playing some pool.

Take my mind off this shit.

Are you serious?

(SIGHS) Yeah, and I'm breaking.

What about Jackson?

Where is he gonna go, Ellis?

All right. Fuck it.

(GUTTURAL ROARING)

(EXHALES) Jesus Christ.

What the fuck was that?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Graham? Ellis? Do you copy?

(STATIC CRACKLING OVER RADIO)

Damn it!

What the fuck? Where is that goddamn thing?

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

All right. Come out from behind that desk.

Come on, goddamn it.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna fucking smash your fucking face in

if you don't come out from under there.

Now where are you?

Nothing,

Nothing, man. Goddamn it.

My eyes must be playing tricks on me, man.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it, pull yourself together, Benson.

Goddamn it, pull yourself together.

(SIGHS)

Are you married, Graham?

Yeah. Three years.

What does the missus think of you working in The Zone?

Are you serious, man? She fucking hates it.

She wishes I did something like...

Like safer, you know?

Kindergarten teacher, or fucking garbage man.

Something simple.

I hear that. Yeah.

My girl's the same way.

The only thing was, before this came around,

I would try to apply to fast food restaurants, janitor work, man.

Anything.

I couldn't get a job anywhere, bro.

Then this came up.

I jumped on it right away.

I put myself here.

Yeah, life's pretty shitty in and out of The Zone these days, you know?

(INAUDIBLE)

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREECHING)

(GUTTURAL ROARING)

(GROANING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(GUTTURAL ROARING)

(SCREECHING STOPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What the fuck was that, man?

I don't know, man.

Benson? It's Graham.

Benson, did you hear that noise?

Benson, it's Graham.

GRAHAM: (DISTORTED) I repeat. Benson, it's Graham.

Graham. GRAHAM: Benson.

Graham, can you hear me?

GRAHAM: Benson, can you hear me?

What the fuck was that noise?

Something really crazy is going on here, boss.

We've to get out of here right now.

I think there's something alive in this building.

BENSON: (DISTORTED) Ellis?

It's fucking looters, boss. I knew it. It's looters.

BENSON: Graham? Graham, what the fuck is going on?

We've got to get out of here right now, Benson. Right now.

BENSON: Copy me, goddamn it.

Benson, do you copy? Benson?

What the fuck?

Benson?

Graham. Can you hear me, Benson?

Graham. Benson?

Where's Jackson, man?

Can you hear me, Benson?

Graham! Ben...

Where the fuck's Jackson, man?

Shit.

Fuck!

Get your fucking shit on, Ellis.

Shut the fuck up and get your fucking shit on.

What? What are you talking about?

Graham? Ellis? Copy me, goddamn it.

Put your fucking shit on right now.

You're going out there to get them?

Yeah, and so are you.

No man, I'm not. I'm waiting right here until Dispatch sends help, man.

You're gonna die out there.

Ellis, if you're not out there in two fucking seconds,

you're just as big a pussy as Jackson always said you were.

I'm not a fuckin' pussy.

Fuck, man.

Save a guy I just met?

(SNICKERS) Yeah, that's fucking real smart.

Oh, man, fuck that shit.

He wouldn't save me.

Bullshit.

Come on, Graham? Ellis? Answer me, goddamn it.

Jesus Christ.

Graham? Ellis? Answer me.

Oh, shit.

(VOICES MOANING)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

Jesus Christ.

(HOOTING)

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

You think that's funny?

You don't know who you're fucking with, goddamn it.

Shit. Oh, shit.

(GROWLING) Ellis! Graham!

Ellis! Graham!

GRAHAM: Jackson? Jackson, you out here?

Jackson? Is that you down there?

Jackson! Look up, man. Jackson!

Is that you? Jackson.

Ellis?

Fuck man, you scared the shit out of me.

(GASPS)

Jesus Christ! Holy fuck!

Holy fuck, that looks like me.

Holy shit.

Oh, fuck. To hell with this.

GHOSTLY VOICE: Graham.

GRAHAM: Hello? Hello? Who's there?

GHOSTLY VOICE: Graham.

GRAHAM: What the hell?

Where are these guys?

Graham?

Benson, do you copy?

(SECURITY CAMERA GEAR GRINDING)

GRAHAM: Fuck. Goddamn it.

I can't take much more of this shit.

It's just a fucking mirror. It's just a mirror.

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

BENSON: Dispatch.

Dispatch, this is Delta 6-2-5-8-2.

Do you copy?

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Roger, Delta 6-2-5-8-2. We copy.

Dispatch, we have a major situation here.

We've encountered a very hostile environment.

We have one man injured who needs medical attention immediately.

GRAHAM: Jackson, are you down here?

Jackson?

Damn it, it's locked.

Now, what the hell is that?

Jackson, where the hell you been, man?

We've been looking all over for you.

Jackson.

Jackson.

Here, buddy, let me put this thing back onto you.

Your neck's all fucked up.

What the hell happened to your neck?

Jackson, are you okay, man?

Can you hear me?

Stay here for a second, okay?

And I'm gonna go get the other guys, Benson and Ellis,

and we'll come back up here and get you

and then we'll all get out of here, okay, buddy?

Does that sound good? Does that sound good?

What the hell?

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

Fuck, Jackson! Let go! Jackson!

DISPATCH OPERATOR: ETA for MEDVAC rescue

to your location is approximately two hours.

BENSON: Roger, Dispatch. Please hurry.

Tell them to come armed. We'll be here waiting.

Delta 6-2-5-8-2 out.

Goddamn it. Graham is that you?

Graham? Ellis? Who is that?

What are you doing away from Jackson? Get back here.

Do you hear me? Don't you walk away from me.

Goddamn it. Get the... Stop.

Goddamn it!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Sixteen hour day.

Get a job in The Zone, huh?

Great pay. Great pay.

Good hours.

Exercise while you work.

Bullshit.

BENSON: Graham, is that you? Ellis?

Damn it, answer me.

All right, you guys. What the fuck is going on?

Quit fucking around. Goddamn it.

What the fuck is...

Whoa!

What the fuck is this?

Jesus Christ. What the fuck?

Jesus Christ. What the fuck is...

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(SOFTLY) What the fuck?

What the fuck?

(GRUNTING)

What the fuck?

What the fuck is going on here, man?

What the fuck is going on here, man?

(GRUNTING)

Jackson, get me out of this fucking thing.

What? Jackson.

Jackson, what the fuck is going on?

Jackson, get me out of this fucking thing.

Jackson, get me out of this fucking thing.

That's an order. Jackson, do you hear me?

Get me out of this thing now. That's an order.

(EXCLAIMS) Jackson.

Jackson, do you hear me? Jackson!

Jackson. Jackson.

Jackson, get me out of this thing.

Jackson. Jackson.

Graham. Graham. Graham!

Graham, get me the fuck out of this thing.

What the fuck is this?

Graham!

(SCREAMS)

(CRYING OUT) Graham! Graham!

Graham! No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

(SOBBING) No!

(SCREAMING)

Fuck you, Jackson!

Fuck you!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(STATIC BUZZING)

BENSON: (ON TV) Ellis! Ellis! Ellis. Ellis, help me.

Help me. Benson?

BENSON: Help me.

(CRYING) Ellis, help me. Help me. Help me. Help me, Ellis. Help me.

(GROANING)

(MOUTHS) What the fuck.

(SCREAMING)

Fuck, man.

What...

(BENSON SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMS ECHOING)

(GASPS)

What the fuck is that, man?

Benson!

ELLIS: Stop it, man! Fuck! What the fuck is that!

Stop it. Stop it!

Holy shit!

I gotta get outta here.

I gotta fucking get out of here.

Oh, shit!

(GROANS)

What...

(CRYING) Somebody. Somebody. Somebody.

Somebody get me out of here!

Come on!

(SOBBING)

Come on. Come on. Come on.

(GRUNTING)

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Please! Please! Let me out!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

(EXCLAIMING) You stupid fucks!

(ELLIS LAUGHS)

Come on.

Jackson, I never liked you anyways!

Graham, we played pool together, bro!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

(ELEVATOR STOPS)

(GROANING)

Come on. Come on!

(VOICES WHISPERING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Come on. Come on!

Oh, man! Come on!

(EXCLAIMING IN DESPAIR)

(ELEVATOR PINGS)

Oh, God! What's happening? Come on!

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

(GENERATOR WHIRRING STOPS)

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck. Where the fuck's my mask?

Oh, fuck, my mask.

(SIGHS)

Oh, fuck.

I just got to wait for Dispatch.

Come on, Dispatch.

Come on, Dispatch.

(SHIVERING)

(SCREAMING)

(DEVICE BLEEPING)

TEAM LEADER: Dispatch, this is Omega 2-8-6-5-0.

We've arrived at location.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: (OVER RADIO) Roger, Omega 2-8-6-5-0.

Proceed with extreme caution.

Environment has been flagged as hostile.

TEAM LEADER: Copy that, Dispatch.

DISPATCH OPERATOR: Project Bio-Dead has been canceled.

Proceed with disinfestation.

Make sure none of the subjects come out alive.

TEAM LEADER: All right, men, you heard the lady. Let's move out.

(GUTTURAL BREATHING)

TEAM LEADER: Okay, team, you know what to do.

Chico, you come with me.

Kill anything that moves.

ALVAREZ: Yes, sir. REYNOLDS: You got it.

TEAM LEADER: Come on.

REYNOLDS: Hey, Alvarez.

Yeah, what Reynolds?

I'm getting some really strange readings in here.

Take a look at this.

(CREAKS) Shh! Quiet.

What was that?

REYNOLDS: There's something out there.

ALVAREZ: Come on.

Stay behind me.

CHICO: Did you hear that?

REYNOLDS: (OVER RADIO) Alvarez is down. He's hurt bad.

He needs help.

CHICO: Shit, man. TEAM LEADER: Chico, let's go.

Come on. I'm coming.

REYNOLDS: We're in Sector 5. Hurry.

(ALVAREZ CHOKING)

Damn it, Alvarez.

REYNOLDS: He's foaming out of his mouth. And he keeps shaking.

(REYNOLDS MUTTERING) TEAM LEADER: Reynolds, I need you calm for this.

Calm down, Reynolds.

REYNOLDS: Don't you hear them? Get away. Get away from me.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Stop it. Get away.

Stop following me or I'll fucking shoot you.

(GROANS)

What the fuck?

(GROANS) Where's my...

Where's my mask?

Jesus.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Dispatch, this is Omega 2-8-6-5-0.

Do you copy?

(STATIC CRACKLING OVER RADIO)

Repeat. Dispatch, do you copy?

Somebody...

(CRYING) Somebody help me.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey!

Get me...

Get me out of here!

(FOOTSTEPS)

Your name's Jackson, right?

I read your file.

They gave it to me back at base,

before I came here to...

To rescue you.

They said you were... They said you were pretty injured.

You know, that neck...

That neck looks pretty bad.

If you let me out, I can help you.

I have a... I have medical training.

You know your wife...

She's worried sick about you.

And she's waiting for me to bring you...

To bring you back to base.

So, let me out of here and let's get going.

(BLOWTORCH IGNITES)