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Previously on Earth Abides...

Ah! Fuck!

I knew there was a new pandemic.

Vaccines weren't working.

My parents called me three times a day,

but I thought they were just stuck on the wrong channel.

Turns out,

they were all the wrong channel.

I mean, people were getting sick, yes, but...

No, no, no!

...it wasn't supposed to be the fucking end of days.

Make mine a double.

And there's nowhere left?

♪ Nowhere ♪

No one?

Whoever might be left

is out of time.

How fuckin' lucky are you?

We're the last-chance Texaco, Luck,

and no one's coming by anymore.

Let me do the talking.

Stay right where you are!

I haven't seen anyone in the longest time.

What do you want?

We're neighbors, almost.

I saw your smoke,

thought I'd see who's alive.

Go on in.

Been here long?

A few days.

I was making tea.

Ahem.

This is, uh--?

Thistle tea.

Ah.

It's good.

You're lying.

I have honey.

Now you tell me?

The only bear I didn't have to shoot.

Hmm.

You hunt?

Don't you?

Only rocks.

I'm a geologist.

How old are you?

27.

I don't normally look Amish.

Well, the beard suits you.

Now you're lying.

The hair, I could trim.

I used to cut my sister's.

I'm from Pensacola.

Daddy was military.

Mother, a nurse.

Thank you.

I grew up campin' and huntin'.

That gave me a leg up in case the world decided to end.

Lucky!

His name is Lucky. Hmm.

You have been alone too long.

Um.

I should go.

No, stay.

It's okay...

to allow a kindness.

You made a home for yourself here.

You're planning to stay?

No.

This place never belonged to anyone.

It has no soul.

I gave it a few nights, but--

Why did you choose it?

The ones for sale are usually the only ones with...

no bodies inside.

You said your house was close?

Did I?

You saw my chimney smoke.

You don't live on Mars.

My house is big enough.

I was sure I was gonna die alone.

Sorry.

What are you sorry about?

I don't know.

Being happy?

Don't blame yourself.

I have a habit of doing that to people.

I don't think I ever brought

a proper girl home before.

Who said I was a proper girl?

You can see I wasn't expecting anyone.

If you'd kept the place neat for no one,

I'd be worried.

You like to read.

Yeah, my mother taught me, uh, books are ladders.

My grandmother called them "wings."

They've, uh, kind of been keeping me alive.

- The yard? - Through the kitchen.

It's all new, buddy.

Ish? You'll want to see the pantry!

Squirrels?

Mice.

Infestation means one thing.

This place has everything!

We should just move in here.

Why do I get the feeling

you're getting all the wrong stuff?

I won't even dignify that with an answer.

Well, you haven't been exactly shopping for two.

And you have? Do tell!

I'll shut up now.

I found solar panels on seven,

if you want to grab a few!

This place was built for the apocalypse...

only.

Not exactly a great business model, long-term.

Skip the alcohol. I got plenty at home.

This aisle's had last call.

I think we got enough canned pineapples.

They're good.

In fact, your cart looks like mostly canned food.

It's enough to make you my favorite dinner,

for as long as your heart desires.

Which, based on what I see before me...

might be never.

I'll come back for the solar panels.

This is a meal to you?

All the nutrients a body needs.

And none of the taste.

I can guarantee you

there's gonna be some fishing in your future.

My dad and I used to spend Sundays at Pillar Point.

More catching rays than fish, but...

I miss him.

I miss birds.

It's too quiet now.

Back at the other house too.

Just keep noticing the silence.

Something's preying on them.

The Earth's self-correcting,

maybe over-correcting, without people.

We're still here.

It's a quirk of biology.

Some fortuitous genetic mutation or natural immunity.

She'll try to shrug us off too.

Mother Earth seeking revenge.

We were the virus.

She's gonna fight us, never let us relax.

Permanent payback.

So we fight.

Against Mother Nature?

If she gon' be a bitch, hell, yeah.

There's nothing that could have prepared me for Emma.

No book or song or poem.

No piece of advice.

She has landed in my life like a rescuing angel.

This makes me happy.

Let me guess. Your first chicken coop.

They ask Picasso that after his first painting?

Hmm.

Now all we need is some tenants.

"If you build it, they will come."

Even if you build it that bad?

Ow!

You ever wonder--

I don't think I ever stop wondering.

I mean...

why we are still here.

Maybe we're here because...

What?

Everyone disappeared...

but me.

Now you.

I don't believe in fate, but maybe.

I don't believe in it either.

Hmm.

Maybe that's the cosmic joke.

Nature is taking back all that was once hers.

Seen from the moon,

Earth surely looks no different,

no brighter, no dimmer,

for the disappearance of humans.

But up close...

I can see that we matter not to anyone or anything

but ourselves.

Will that be enough?

I miss ice cream.

Especially right after.

Yeah?

You don't know.

I could devour

some Jamoca almond fudge right about now.

Waffle cone?

What else is there?

I feel like this is more

of a soft-serve shitty cone kind of truck.

A girl can dream.

How does a truck wind up on its ass in the--

It's on its side.

If it was on its ass, I would've definitely said--

Aliens.

Damn.

If we're staying,

really staying,

we're gonna need power.

Well, food's the main priority.

And light and heat

and clean water, refrigeration, ice.

It was easier before.

It's not before...

anymore.

Shit.

Ah!

Aah!

Oh, well.

It's nothing. It barely hurts.

I'm more mad than anything.

I should be able to get on and off that roof.

That's my specialty.

We could look for others.

Help wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Others?

Are you lonely?

I miss people.

I miss noise

and chaos,

community.

Not knowing what every day brings.

We don't know what every day brings.

I miss love.

Being surrounded by love.

This is like an arranged marriage.

We arranged ourselves.

Yeah, well, the apocalypse makes for strange bedfellows.

Who you calling strange?

- Ahh! - Oh, I'm sorry.

Mm.

Suddenly that ankle doesn't hurt so bad, hmm?

What ankle?

When do you think we'll truly have power?

I'm learning as I go.

Any chance you could learn faster?

Hey, don't pick on the little guy.

Will it be in, like...

six months or...

Just trying to get an idea.

Why? What's happening in six months?

Also, when did we even start doing months?

Are you secretly keeping a calendar?

My body is.

I've been afraid to tell you.

No hospitals.

No doctors.

No safety net.

Ish!

My body is built for this.

How can we protect a child?

What if something happens to us?

We've been okay.

We'll be okay.

I need you to believe in us, in this,

in a future.

Found it, Luck.

Lucky, leave it alone.

I love it when you're ridiculous.

A baby.

A real person is coming.

Well, no father is actually ready

until they hold their child.

And then?

And then they realize how far behind they are.

And you'll help me...

a little.

Why don't we do it together, hmm?

Looks like you were right.

The big one gave me a hard time.

We'll eat him first.

Should we get your feet up?

It's one of those third- trimester symptoms, isn't it?

Pre-eclampsia?

Isherwood, mm, you read too many books.

No such thing.

No. I need meat.

I thought the beans and greens were giving you enough protein.

I could eat a sea of spinach

and every egg our chickens surrender, but...

I know what this is. I need meat.

I could eat a--a horse or a really big rabbit.

Yeah.

I'll get my gun.

No, no, no. You've done all the hunting.

I got this.

Oh, my love. Mm!

Mm.

Look at me, a manly man!

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no. No, no.

Hey, no-no-no-no, no, no, no. Stay, stay.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, buddy.

Hey, buddy. Hey, hey, hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Back up, back up. Back up.

Fuck.

I'm sorry.

Aw, shit!

Aw, fuck!

Sorry, buddy.

"Make a long cut along the belly."

"Just through the hide."

Oh, shit.

Okay.

Hoo!

Come on, Ish.

"Cut along the same line,

exposing the abdominal cavity."

You have gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Saw the pelvis--"

The fuck is the pelvis?

"Separate the bung."

Ahh!

Fuck! How do people do this?

"Remove the abdominal viscera."

Oh.

Ahh!

"Cut the aorta and esophagus."

"Release the tail from the hide."

"Remove the heart."

Ohh.

Okay.

Self high-five.

Good job. Good job, Ish.

I only took one anatomy class,

but I think this is the heart.

I killed a cow. Not well.

My father taught me to kill with reverence and respect.

Good for you. I tried.

The book said bury the head and guts. That, I managed.

And to use every part you can carry.

I'm gonna need your help with the carrying.

Mm. Did you skin her?

What?

I'll handle that part. Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Mm-hmm. And now...

you must eat the hunter's prize.

Now? Raw?

That'd be sexier.

No, cooked, you dodo!

That's not funny.

Can't hunt. No sense of humor.

How'd you ever get a girl like me?

- Well, I do hunt now. - Mm!

So eat your heart out.

- Still no sense of humor. - That was funny.

Oh, my God.

Let there be light!

I have something to show you.

Not until I impress you.

You don't need to impress me with a circuit breaker.

I can do that.

I know. You do everything. It's almost annoying.

Ah! We're alive!

Are you ready?

Ah!

Come on!

Ahead of schedule by weeks.

♪ Ahhh! ♪

Hmm!

Love it!

Don't love this.

It was in the upstairs toilet.

I drowned it.

You think taking a cow down was hard?

Never met a fight to live like a rat in a toilet.

We have traps?

Not big enough for that guy.

- Poison? - Not enough.

Ish, this is no joke.

I lived in Florida when the world was still a thing.

With rats, it's us or them.

I'm gonna need backup.

Em! Come here.

Holy fuck.

We gotta get rid of the trash!

For every rat you see, there's a hundred you don't.

Ish, what do they want?

The cow!

Oh, my God. We need to seal the house!

- Go inside! - Emma, come on!

Seal up the back! I got the front!

There's hundreds on the back deck!

Did we do enough?

Lucky!

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

Here, we gotta get him. Come on.

They're gonna fuckin' come in here.

I got it. You back up. Back up.

Hang in there! Hang in there, Luck!

- You ready? - Yeah.

Good boy. Whoa. Whoa. Get the door. Get the door.

Get the door. Get the door. Come on!

Take him upstairs. Take him upstairs.

Fuck!

Aw, fuck!

Aah!

Die, you rat fuck!

Fuck!

Haah!

Fuck!

I gave him Benadryl. Hope it's helping.

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Should be getting sleepy.

"Should be" isn't "is."

What's it gonna take for them to move on?

We're fucked.

Sorry, Luck.

Now, hold him tight again.

Shh. Good boy.

He's asleep.

I could lose you.

I'm not leaving.

Women die during childbirth.

Not me.

You're so sure.

Done it before.

No complications.

Twice.

I lost them both on the same day.

To the virus.

Feels like...

a hundred years ago.

And it feels like yesterday.

Em.

I wanted to tell you all about 'em.

But by telling you,

it means I'd have to share them with you,

and they are mine.

I'm so sorry.

I wanted to die too.

My girls always wanted me to wear my hair natural.

So when they were gone...

I did these braids so tight,

wouldn't be anything that could undo 'em.

I buttoned up every part of me.

I tried to walk off my guilt,

'cause guilt is a useless thing.

All weight and no wings.

I don't want to keep falling through that trapdoor.

I'll catch you.

- It'll be more than me now. - More to catch.

As for the cats...

they had always accepted man's domination

with reservation.

Those penned inside houses soon died of thirst.

But those who had been on the outside

managed better than the dogs.

Their hunting became an industry,

not an amusement.

They prowled in the streets and the alleys.

They spread outward from the edge of the city.

Ish?

And, somehow, it worked.

I think they're gone.

Fuckin' cats.

Ish?

Where the hell'd they all go?

It's good the rats are gone.

Someone else is coming!

What?

What?

Don't breathe on me.

Ooh.

Mm.

Okay, here it comes!

Ah! Mm.

Okay.

Come on.

Okay, okay.

Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

- Ah. No. - Okay.

I need to change position.

Here you go. Come on.

What's happening?

Its shoulder's coming first.

I can feel it when I reach inside.

It's blocking the head.

Is that "breech"?

I read about that in the book. It's breech.

- No! Fuck the book! - Do you know what to do?

I don't know what to do if we fuck the book.

I helped my sister. It's a fancy name.

It just means the baby's head can't come through.

Ish.

Ish!

Ish!

Ish!

Ish!

Ish! I will die, and so will our baby

if you don't step up right now!

Ish!

- Emma, I'm here, I'm here. - I can't do this by myself.

I know. I'm here. I'm here. You got this. I'm here.

Just tell me what to do.

Ahh, you have to reach in and turn the baby.

Reach in.

- And turn the baby. - Mm-hmm.

Go.

- Okay. Okay. Uh... - Do it.

You'll feel the shoulder first.

Ooh. And you have to rotate.

Mm. Give the baby's head space to come through.

Ahh. Ooh.

Can you-- Can you feel the head?

Uh...

Okay, hold on. I got a shoulder.

Okay, I got a head.

Can you feel the other shoulder?

Uh...

Okay. Yeah. I got two shoulders and a head.

Another contraction.

You have to turn the baby right as I push.

Okay, breathe.

Ooh. ooh.

- Now, stay inside-- - Yeah.

And turn your hand like a slide until--

Okay, hand-slide!

- Ahh! Ooh. - Okay.

Ooh.

- Ahh. - Come on!

Holy shit!

I've got him!

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh!

She's a girl.

It's a baby girl.

Watch the umbilical cord. Just gentle now.

Isn't she just too beautiful?

She's perfection.

I love you, Emma?

You questioning?

No. I love you.

And I love you, little one.

We love you, Isherwood.

Name her Heather.

After your mother.

Hi, Heather.

Humans are back.

Maybe civilization could rise again.

Mm. You puttin' that huge task on these tiny shoulders?

Hey, she was coming out all shoulders.

Not just hers.

On mine.

On ours.

Hello, Heather.

How you doing? Hello.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this word.

My former self, forgive me, but I feel blessed.