"In 1997 Soviet bioweapon facility R-17
was looted by black marketeers."
"The stolen biological agents were never recovered."
"Today more than a dozen similar facilities remain abandoned
across the former Soviet Union with their inventories
of biological agents still in place."
"SIBERIA"
Give me your flashlight, quickly.
Now you won't be tempted to leave without me.
Don't worry. We're under the contaminated areas.
Hurry. Come on, hurry.
Wait out here.
Our Chechen friends will pay us a half million Euros for Pandora's box.
Al-Qaeda will pay me a full million.
The diseased call me the "Devil."
I am at war with that sub-human race
who feed off the dead.
They tremble at the thought of me.
I've killed more of them than I can count.
To the diseased, I am the devil.
Who else but God is left to judge me?
So before you condemn me for any crimes against humanity,
just remember that you would not be reading this
if I allowed the Diseased,
that subhuman race, to inherit our world.
I'll start this book at the beginning so you understand everything.
It doesn't really matter how the world ended.
The "Doomsday bug" got loose and everyone started dying.
Have a seat.
All right, rookie, you finally get your chance. You're in.
I'm in? You're kidding me, right?
No, no. We're short.
Martinez is out, you're the only one I got left.
You're in. You've got your shot.
Thank you! Thank you! You won't regret this! Yes!
Don't get too fired up, we only got three games left and thas it.
You're a short timer.
Wait until you see me play.
Lionel.
You brought a cell phone to the dugout?
One second.
Uh, huh. No, no, no, no.
I'm off the clock. Get somebody else!
No, I'm playing tonight!
Listen, I've been waiting all year for this!
Get somebody else.
What?
Okay. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Bye.
Why did I answer that stupid thing!
They said they were going to fire me if I didn't get back to work.
If I would have known that was the only baseball game
that I would ever play, I would have quit my job.
I coulïve been more than just a benchwarmer.
But I didn't know what was happening until it was too late.
Oh, come on!
No one did.
Stupid traffic!
I shouldn't have answered that stupid phone, man.
How stupid can you be, huh?
But no... You had to answer that stupid phone.
You could have been playing tonight
this could have been your night, you know that!
I'm so stupid. Damn hospital.
Everyone I ever knew is gone and now I'm alone.
But enough about that, you want to know who I am.
My name is Lionel Verney and today is Armageddon.
My time is short so I'm leaving this brief record
to any remaining human beings
who still might exist somewhere in the world.
To you, I leave the history of the last man.
The emergency room is full, we can't take these people.
You guys are stage one. All stage one over here.
I'm sorry, sir. You can't go.
Please wait over here.
Who are you with?
You are stage two.
Let me see you, kid.
Ok, take this young man now.
I'm sorry madam, you have to wait.
I'm sorry, you have to wait. All stage one has to wait.
Someone please help her, please.
I worked at the hospital
but I wasn't a doctor or an R.N. Or anything.
I was a "C.N.A." That means I cleaned up after patients
but I was certified because I handled a lot of infectious human waste.
I know, too much information.
But that job paid the bills until I got my big break playing baseball.
Please, Doctor!
You're going to have to see an R.N.
I've been waiting six hours!
Listen, I'm an orderly! I just clean stuff up, okay? Okay!
It is a complete zoo out there.
They almost spilled my coffee like forty times!
Floor?
So whas up?
I see you didn't get out of here either, huh?
No, they called me back and you know what?
I was playing tonight.
So whas up?
Not sure.
There was maybe ifty people in the clinic
when I got in today.
Now there's almost three hundred.
What the hell is it?
Beats me. I've got a dozen calls out
and all the nurses are screaming for answers.
Gosh, you have really pretty eyes, you know that?
You're going to have to do a lot better than that, Romeo.
Is your floor.
Hey, listen, umm... We're still on for tonight, huh?
Getting involved with your co-workers is a risky thing for your career.
What career? I should be playing baseball!
Hey! I though you were playing baseball tonight?
What are you, kidding me?
Give me that.
Hey Doc, that wasn't very funny.
Shut up and put a damn mask on, now!
What the hell is up with the Doc?
Keep an extra mask and gloves in your pockets,
is some kind of contagion.
Listen, I just talked to Eva right now and nobody knows...
Lionel, these patients are dying, fast. Is something bad.
Don't scratch; don't touch your face;
and don't put anything in your mouth until you're off the floor and scrubbed.
We don't even know if is airborne, so put that mask on, now.
And get this patient prepped for the morgue.
Where is your mask?
I got it right here.
The bedding, everything goes in with the body.
And don't worry about the paperwork, Admin is handling it all downstairs.
Okay.
Your gloves?
I don't got any.
Where are your gloves?
You don't have any gloves? Ugh.
Pull your head out, will you?
I need everyone functioning here.
I'm here. One hundred percent, okay?
No you're not. Now get that deceased patient downstairs.
This is what I'm talking about!
Thas it, I'm out of here.
He doesn't bite!
Hey, I've got another one here for you.
Well there's no more room at the inn.
You know what, just leave them right there for now.
I though like only six people died.
Where did all these bodies come from?
Six? You want to know where they come from?
Pediatrics, eight years old.
And the E.R., and this one was just dropped off by the E.M.T.'s.
Well, here's more paperwork.
Great. I'm going to be here until Thursday.
In just three days, we were down to a skeleton crew
with every bed in the hospital filled.
Everyone else ran away or was in one of those beds.
Everyone except the core staff.
I stayed too but not because I was all that dedicated,
I just didn't understand what the hell was going on yet.
Where's Chef?
I don't know but we've got plenty of coffee.
I just want to go home, eat some ice cream and sleep for a week.
I think I've got ice cream at my place.
Hmm... Chocolate?
Yeah, I think so.
But if not, you could always put your clothes back on and go home.
No one gets me naked... ...without a ring, pal.
That is so... so... Un-constitutional.
Thas how I filter out the losers.
I see not everyone left. Good.
A little Chicken Pox outbreak isn't going to make me run home crying.
Is Pox.
Whatever.
And is not just Small Pox - this strain isn't responding
to conventional treatments.
Nothing works on it.
Wait. I've been here for three days and you're telling me nothing works?
I could have been playing baseball!
Just make the patients as comfortable as possible.
This is something new.
Pediatrics already lost three nurses to this so don't think
we're not all at risk.
It may not be airborne but you can get it from any one you touch.
Understand?
Back upstairs and on the clock in five?
No.
What?
You come into direct contact with all the dead bodies in the hospital.
I wear gloves, okay?
What?
Stupid Chicken Pox!
You did this!
Lady! Lady! Get off him! Everything's going to be okay!
She, she must have just gone over...
I didn't see that coming.
It looks like once fever cooks the brain,
you can add violent dementia to the list of symptoms.
Cover her up.
Huh?
She's dead.
Move!
What happened here?
We got word back tonight from C.D.C.
And?
It looks like this bug has
got a ninety-nine point nine percent mortality rate.
Ninety-nine point nine percent mortality rate?
That can't be! I've got ten patients in the clinic
that have lasted over forty-eight hours now.
I know they're wrong!
And what about the guy down the hall that can still see,
he's got
- the pox scars and everything. - Genetic luck of the draw.
Thas all.
There might even be someone out there
thas immune to this thing
but is going to be a one in a billion case.
You know what?
I'm not a doctor or an R.N., I really do not need to be here, okay.
You can't hide from this.
Sooner or later, we're all going to get this.
Is just a matter of time.
I didn't stay at the hospital for humanitarian reasons,
I just wanted to be around Eva.
The whole world was dying from plague
but she was still there helping people to the end.
Now, I know I fell in love with her during that time.
Eva was an angel in my eyes.
The only real hero I ever knew, well, besides Dr. Adrian.
I'm not just idealizing her, she really cared about people,
people she didn't even know.
Once Dr. Adrian died, I was so out of there.
I knew there wasn't any hope at the hospital anymore.
But I stayed anyway, I stayed to be with Eva.
Doctor! Are you okay?
No, I'm not okay!
Whas going on?
The National Guard came
and took all the bodies away - in garbage trucks!
How disgraceful! Garbage trucks!
The National Guard?
Yes. They're burning them outside of town, like garbage!
Well this is Doctor Adrian.
They're going to burn him like garbage too, believe me.
Put him outside with the others.
But is Doctor Adrian!
I said put him outside!
Halt! Do not move!
No, no! I work here, I work here!
Inside! Get back inside Back inside!
As best as I can remember from the news,
it was a biological weapon that the Soviets developed in the 1980's.
It was the "Doomsday Bug" with a sixty-six day incubation period
so it spread to everyone, everywhere before anyone even knew it existed.
Everyone already had it, even the Jihadists who released it.
Thas how the whole world ended in just three weeks,
if it really matters to anyone.
It was obvious the hospital was history.
All I wanted to do was take Eva with me
and get far away from everything diseased.
- Doctor Adrian is dead. - No...
My whole family lives up in Phoenix.
I need you to come with me, Eva.
No. Is too late. I've got it.
I want you to come with me.
No! Don't touch me! I'm infected!
But after I found out that Eva got it, everything fell apart.
I fell apart.
The end of the world got very real for me.
But I never told her how I felt.
I wish that she would have lived long enough
so I could have told her how much I loved her,
so I didn't have to carry those feelings
around with me to this day.
Eva!
I never found out whatever happened to Eva after she disappeared.
I still have nightmares of running endlessly
through the hospital looking for her
but never finding her.
- Doctor... Doctor... - Help me, help me...
Doctor, listen...
Who's there?
Is Lionel Verney.
Oh, Lionel...
Have you seen Eva?
Maybe they took her to, to the pit.
I don't know for sure, I can't see!
Is there any records or anything?
Doctor... Doctor...
Doctor...
Adam? Listen, have you seen Eva?
She's dead. You're next...
You're lying. You're lying!
Don't let him leave! He can see! He can see! Verney!
Stop following me!
The Diseased chased me for a few blocks before I lost them.
I thought I was going to die just like everybody else
but I was immune.
I had no idea what happened to the outside world.
The hospital I was living in was like a cocoon.
You see, not all of the Diseased were blind.
I saw one that could still see.
He took down a group of three blind Diseased
and cut one of them into pieces before he could even scream.
Is okay, is okay. I can help you.
- I can see! - Help me! Help me!
Don't let the Butcher get me!
Please don't let the Butcher get me!
Come on, which way?
I helped one of the Diseased home
before he got killed too, I was so stupid.
Thank you... Thank you... Please, take me inside, take me inside.
He brought me to the storefront
where he was living with a group of other Diseased who were all blind.
The keys are in my pocket. Let me in, please let me inside!
No way, I'm not going in there...
I'm sorry.
He can see! Get him! Get him in there!
Let me go! Damn it, you're infecting me!
Get him! Eat him! Eat him!
They cracked me over the head and dragged me into their filthy nest.
They were all cannibals.
They turned to feeding off the corpses of the ones
who died from starvation after the food stopped coming into the city.
They must have finished off the cats and dogs first.
I haven't seen any roaming animals since then,
not even rats or pigeons.
Take his pants and shoes so he can't get away.
Where is he! Where is he!
Where is he! I'll kill him!
No one touches him! He can see!
Where is he!
He can see? He can see...
I didn't kill your brother. Why would I bring him here?
Who will be left if we continue to feed on one another?
We need him.
Robers flesh will spoil soon. Then we will starve.
So tonight, you will take us to a supermarket.
If you refuse, you will be our only food.
All right! All right, I'll take you.
Thas right you will!
I'll take you right now.
They were sick and needed help but all I wanted to do was kill them.
I mean, I felt guilty for my lack of sensitivity but I felt nothing
but revulsion for them.
It made me sick to even look at them,
smell them or even listen to the phlegm rattle in their voices.
But deep inside, I knew there wasn't anything human left in them.
He's taking us to the burning place!
- Shut up! There's no smoke! - He's taking us to the pit!
He's taking us to the pit!
Is a trap! Is a trap!
Once the sun came up, the stink rose with the temperature.
The population of Tucson before the plague was about a million people.
I don't know how many corpses the National Guard carted out of town
but it smelled like the most blasphemous stench
that ever soiled my sinuses.
In the daylight, I saw how bad it was.
I don't know how many corpses
were clustered beside any source of water.
Some fell over and sprayed their guts up right there on the spot,
wherever they fell over.
Dying from the plague was a pretty gruesome way to go.
Pain all the way to the end.
The stench was so suffocating,
I ran back to the baseball stadium
where I knew the air was still clean and smelled like fresh grass.
Baseball season was over, permanently.
At least the terrorists who did this died
the same gruesome death as the human race.
I thought I was the last living creature
left alive in the whole city.
I don't know why but I was suddenly overcome
with claustrophobia and had to leave that stadium.
And thas when Ray found me
outside of the Tucson Electric Park in my underwear,
standing there like some crazy person.
I didn't know it then but he thought
I was diseased and just stopped to put me down with his 12 gage.
Excuse me, you haven't seen any women around here lately, have you?
No, I'm serious.
No, I haven't.
Whas your story?
I thought I had the whole city to myself.
Well, except for those roving gangs of crazies that come out at night.
Say, you're not crazy and messed up, are you?
Oh, no.
Well, thas good.
Is getting kind of late.
Are you going to be okay out here by yourself tonight?
I didn't think so. Get in.
I'm Lionel.
I'm Ray. Actually, call me, "Titanicus".
Ray, he taught me everything I know.
This is just crazy, isn't it?
I was up in the sticks when all this went down.
But I figured, you know what,
just make it back to civilization and everything will be all right.
Well, I get back to town about a week ago and I'm like, whoa!
Total apocalypso.
Where did everybody go?
What, did you just get here?
Funny story.
The other day, I'm walking down Forth Avenue, right?
And they're everywhere.
And I see a group of them all over this poor guy.
I mean they're on him like he's a piece of sushi.
I start walking over and I feel this hand on my shoulder.
So I turn around and is one of those "things", he could see me.
I mean he couldn't see as well as you
or I do but he could see well enough to know that I wasn't infected.
So they got you?
Huh? No! I pulled out my 45, put it to the bastarïs head
and blew his brains out all over the crowd.
And it was that moment I realized, I'm looking at this all wrong.
I need to see it as the glass half-full instead of half-empty.
You know what I mean
Not really.
They're psychos, right?
So I'm fighting fire "with fire" - is "psychological" warfare.
...Psychological warfare.
Is this where you live?
No, we ran out of gas.
What do we do now?
We go find another car.
This is like the forth car I've had this week.
I change cars like I change my underwear. Come on.
Shut the door.
So this is your place?
I thought that you'd get a large estate up in the foothills.
I'm trying not to draw any more attention to myself than necessary.
So whas up with the shirt?
You want to put some pants on?
Got any extra clothes?
Follow me.
This is the downtown war room.
Don't touch anything, okay?
I've got my own little "Feng Shui" thing going on in here,
so I don't trip over stuff in the middle of the night.
Here are the clothes. Take your pick.
Is all green.
Yeah, you're in a military surplus store.
I hate green.
It looks like he's going to need some new underwear too.
Got any shoes?
Sorry, no shoes. We've only got boots.
We've got lots and lots of boots.
Oh, crap.
Did you hear that?
We're never going to get any sleep
with that going on outside, are we?
We own the day but they own the night.
Not exactly.
Wait, wait!
You're not just going to go out there and start shooting people, are you?
The moment these things first tasted human flesh,
thas when they crossed the line and as far as I'm concerned,
they've resigned from the human race.
They're not people anymore, Jack.
They're cannibalistic, uh... Mutants.
Look at them!
Stop it!
Get your hands off me!
They're just people.
They're sick
- and they need our help! - Oh, stop it.
The twenty-first century's over, Jack.
So there's no one left to jerk off with political correctness.
This is year one and is us against them.
And if we want to survive this thing,
there's two things we really don't need right now.
"A" we don't need any Gays and holy crap,
especially no Lesbians, they would be totally, umm,
...superfluous trying to re-populate a new world!
I'm not done!
And "C" we don't need
any liberal stupidity trying to make us feel better about doing
whatever it is we have to do to survive.
Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.
So stop trying to make me feel guilty
about blowing the heads off a few lousy mutants, all right!
You know what your problem is?
You're just not as "well-adjusted" as I am.
We'll get you, Devil!
Ray! Ray, where are you?
What the hell do you think you're doing!
Well, there is a little too much "yin- yang"
in here right now
and what we need is a little "zen".
How many people have you killed?
Forty-five caliber, 1911 automatic.
Read that.
How many people have you killed!
Here it is. M-16 assault rifle.
Keep this on you at all times.
How many people have you killed!
I don't know, forty-five, sixty.
I really wasn't keeping score.
Do you realize that they call you the "Devil"?
Yeah, is part of that "psychological warfare" thing
I was telling you about.
Why does this have to be about war, huh?
Why can't we go out and help those people?
Oh, here it is. Sun Tzu.
The "Art of War".
I expect you to read this one,
cover to cover by the end of the day tomorrow.
Now, you're tired and I need some quality alone time.
He's a freaking nut-case.
And this... Is your new home.
Sleep tight, Jack.
That crazy bastard.
So, you read Sun Tzu. Any questions?
Why did you hack up my hair!
Just trying to dial down that
"Village People" look you got going on there.
Don't you ever, ever touch me again!
Or what? You'll shave my legs?
Don't make such a big deal about it, Jack.
My name is not Jack! Is Lionel!
Lionel Verney!
I'll tell you what, if we ever do run into any women,
please let me do all the talking.
Is that what you're doing here?
You're trying to pick up women!
I know what I'm doing here, what are you doing here?
Don't be such a Neanderthal!
Actually, you're the Neanderthal.
You know, a month ago, they would have medicated you.
But now, this world is a kook's paradise
and I'm stuck in it with you!
I'm no kook, Jack.
I'm earth's last, best and only hope.
And who are you, the mutans best hope?
You know what, I'm going back down.
History lesson, Jack.
We only became the dominant species
because we made the Neanderthal extinct
but you don't feel too bad about that, do you?
The exact same thing is happening right now,
only you're dropping the ball on the entire human race.
Better get with the program, Jack,
or you're going to be just as extinct as the Neanderthals, buddy.
Ray and I really started to get on each other's nerves
until things went to blows by the third day.
I was keeping track.
You were keeping track? Of what?
How many shopping days left until Christmas?
You know what?
That is the last wise crack
I'm going to take from a "Neo-Con" Neanderthal!
Or you'll do what? You stupid, Liberal nut sack!
You made me do that.
Nice shot.
You're such an idiot, you know that?
Get up. Get up!
I can't.
Why?
I... I don't know.
Your ribs?
Uh, yeah.
Don't try anything stupid, do you understand?
You're infected!
So now you know...
Why the hell didn't you tell me?
Why do you think I brought you here?
You're such an idiot.
We've only got a couple of days for me
to teach you everything I know.
A couple of days? You have hours to live.
Are you sure about that?
I've seen a hundred of these people.
I work in the medical field, I should know.
Get me my vodka.
I can't believe you.
Go get me my vodka.
I can't believe you.
And read the book, Lionel!
What?
Swear to me you'll read the book!
Yeah, whatever.
The next day, I buried Ray in the park
under the shade of the palm trees.
Okay I'll read the book. Now shut up!
Once he knew he had the plague,
he saved the human race the only way he had left.
I still miss him.
Ray stockpiled everything but food.
After three days without eating,
I was so hungry, hungry enough to go look for anything I could find.
The stores were all picked clean,
so I started looking inside deserted apartments and buildings.
I found food but I almost didn't make it out of there alive.
Someone's here! They're stealing our food!
Only the municipal power grid was powered
by the big nuclear power plant out in the desert.
Everything else was fed from the power plants in town.
The street lights still worked until the bulbs burned out.
But I was going to be living in the dark
once the generator ran out of gas.
There were no more washing machines.
When I needed clean clothes, I just pulled something off the rack.
I smelled a little better
but I still didn't have any food in my stomach.
I couldn't just lay there and starve
when I knew there was food out there waiting for me.
The only thing standing between me
and starvation were those Diseased people.
A lot of them.
I beat myself up because I could have taken Ray's gun with me.
I could have been eating that night, if I knew how to use it.
Everyone is afraid of guns, even the Diseased,
so I sat up all night, learning how to use that pistol.
You want to steal our food?
Not all of it. Anything but dog food.
Let me show you what we do to thieves.
Can you see this?
We have guns too.
Drop it! Drop it! I will shoot you!
Now you can eat them. Don't try anything stupid.
We know who you are!
We know where you live!
Those diseased were mostly blind.
They had no chance against me.
The Diseased knew where
I lived so they burned me out the very next day.
I knew they mistook me for Ray
because someone painted "burn the devil" on my door.
Ray must have made a lot of enemies.
I wandered the city looking for a car with keys still in the ignition.
I wanted to drive up to Phoenix where my parents lived to find out
if they survived too.
If wasn't affected by the plague,
maybe they weren't as well,
if it was a matter of strong genes.
I also want to leave the stench of death
hanging over Tucson behind me.
I followed the smoke rising in the distance to the pit
where the National Guard were stationed.
If anyone was still alive, I thought it would be them.
But all I found were bodies, all dead from plague.
Almost a million bodies were cremated in hundreds of garbage containers.
Just the month before,
I was sitting behind all of them in traffic,
cursing at them for driving slow in the fast lane.
I didn't know what I would find up in Phoenix
so I armed myself with a few grenades
and an automatic rifle.
The body armor wasn't a bad idea either.
For all I knew, Phoenix was ten times more dangerous than Tucson.
I stayed off the interstate.
I thought it was probably jammed with cars and roadblocks,
so I raced up the back roads.
Half way up there, Phoenix was gone in a thermonuclear flash,
along with my family.
Oh, my God. My God.
My God. Phoenix...
The blast was so strong, even 50 miles or so away,
it flipped my Hummer all the way over.
I wouldn't have survived if I was driving anything smaller.
The suspension was totalled and the engine quit working.
Phoenix was gone,
so I had to make the long walk back to Tucson on foot.
I knew it wasn't a good idea to walk through nuclear fallout
but neither was sitting in the Hummer breathing it in all day.
If my family wasn't already dead, I'm sure they were now.
Who the hell would do something like that?
What the hell happened? It was a mystery.
I must have walked about ten miles
before I passed through the aircraft graveyard
where they stored all of the mothballed jets in the desert.
I wish I knew how to fly,
I could have just climbed in and flown any one of them anywhere.
Maybe there were survivors just like me in Mexico or Canada?
I had just seen a nuclear blast and lived,
one of mankinïs greatest scientific achievements
and there I was walking under the shadows of the giants
that could fly around the world as fast as a bullet
and they just sit here, like dinosaurs.
I wondered if these jumbo jets would be
just as impressive as the pyramids in a thousand years,
now that mankind has been thrown back into the stone age.
A desert full of Dinosaurs.
Where there's a corpse, there were always car keys.
And sometimes, even a full tank of gas.
The dead didn't bother me anymore,
it was the Diseased who weren't dead yet,
lurking in every shadow, that bothered me.
Is amazing what you can get used to.
When I got back into the foothills,
I decided to stop and check out one of those big fancy houses
that I always wondered about,
just to see for myself how the other half lived.