I never left. I made it my home, I claimed it.
This palace was my new home.
I wish Eva had been able to enjoy it with me.
I had to stop thinking about her,
she's dead and crying over her wasn't going to bring her back.
I knew that.
They say, idle hands are the Devil's workshop
and there's something to that.
In just two weeks of living alone by myself,
I completely broke down.
I couldn't stop thinking about Eva.
Wasn't this everything she could possibly want out of life?
Living here like this?
This is so unfair that I would have everything I ever wanted,
all that meant nothing to me all by myself,
without her or anyone else to enjoy it with.
So I drank myself into oblivion to numb my despair.
I fell asleep drunk, woke up drunk,
just to get drunk all over again
before cycling through the same old thoughts
that made me want to get drunk all over again.
After a while, I couldn't keep any food down.
I didn't care.
Everyone I ever knew was gone.
My whole world was gone.
I had nothing to live for
and I just wanted to be with everyone else,
on the other side.
Heaven. Whatever that means.
Where ever everyone else went.
I couldn't stand being alone anymore.
I was going to check out like Ray.
I think sometimes you have to give up your old life
before you can start a new life and I had to start all over,
leaving everything I once was behind.
That was the last day of Lionel Verney.
Just like ray said, is "us against them"
like when we made the Neanderthals extinct.
So I started reading Sun Tzu's "The Art Of War" every day
until I knew how I was going to exterminate
the Diseased so humanity could get a fresh start.
I went back to the pit and armed myself
then I stashed those weapons
in the trunks of cars strategically throughout the city.
Then I was prepared for a prolonged war,
at times and places of my own choosing.
I still had to train myself to kill them without any hesitation,
just like an exterminator spraying a nest of roaches.
I looked one right in the eyes the first night and I killed it.
That helped get me past thinking of them as people.
That first night of the war, I left a clear message.
I let them know that the Devil was back in town.
After that, they began to hide. And I knew they were afraid.
The diseased who could still see went out at night,
scurrying in the shadows like rats,
too terrified to go out during the day
because of the "Devil".
I sniped at them from rooftops,
in the alleys they once thought were safe.
I blew off so many heads that I became very bold, and stupid.
One night, they baited me and almost got me.
They lured me into a trap and I had to fight for my life.
Is a good thing they're in such bad physical shape
or I'd be dead by now.
I read Sun Tzu twice but I still didn't understand it all.
Back then, I couldn't help
but see the diseased as people sometimes,
even if they weren't really people anymore.
They'd kill me if they had the chance,
so don't feel sorry for any of them.
They're all diseased, psychotic cannibals.
But I didn't know if I could kill the very young ones then,
until one night, I saw them eating a corpse's organs
like it was "Night Of The Living Dead".
Shooting it was the most merciful thing
I could do for them.
I know that sounds really twisted but it was merciful.
Believe me.
I must have killed at least 100 of
those things in the first few months.
Back then, I thought I killed them all off
because I rarely saw them out in the open anymore.
But the corpses kept disappearing,
so I knew that they weren't all dead.
After they ate all the cats and dogs,
they cannibalized the blind, the weak and the frail.
Not all of the Diseased were blind and crippled.
The best fed ones were almost healthy,
not like me but still healthy enough to be dangerous.
I took back all the high places from the Diseased.
But I never found any of them above the second floor of any building.
It must have been too painful for them to climb many stairs.
Anything above the third floor in any building
would make a safe place to hide
if I ever found myself out-numbered or cornered.
By the end of the first year,
I lost count of how many of those things I killed.
I thought I was invincible
and I got careless exterminating so many every week.
What I didn't count on was the ratio changing.
I mean, once the blind and weak ones were all gone,
all that were left were the strong ones
who could still see, to some degree.
It was a lot more dangerous than I realized.
I found out that they were now hunting me down.
That took me completely by surprise.
I made so many stupid mistakes all at once,
is a miracle I'm still alive.
If the diseased were hunting for me,
I could use that against them somehow.
Sun tzu said,
"To secure ourselves against defeat lies in our own hands,
but the opportunity of defeating the enemy
is provided by the enemy himself."
And I would give them that opportunity.
He hides behind locked doors.
He's up there, in the light.
I began setting traps for them
because I knew if I could kill off their strongest,
their numbers wouldn't mean a thing.
Sun Tzu said, "A general is skillful in attack
when his opponent does not know what to defend;
and he is skillful in defense
when his opponent does not know what to attack".
I doubt the leader of the Diseased ever read Sun Tzu
but who is leading them?
I stopped mourning Eva around this time
because I became too consumed with planning my attacks
to think about her anymore.
It was a welcome relief to feel... Nothing.
I went back to the pit where the gasoline trucks
they used to burn the bodies were parked.
Sun Tzu said,
"When the force of the flames have reached its height,
follow it up with a swift attack on your enemy".
If I couldn't find out where they were hiding,
I would have to destroy every dark place in the city
they might use to hide and begin a fire storm
that spread throughout the warehouse district.
The warehouses had basements;
the Diseased preferred those old buildings
because they were easier to
defend than a business or a residential building.
But I knew they were all fire traps.
I used that to my advantage.
Sun Tzu said,
"If your enemy is taking his ease, give him no rest;
if his forces are united, separate them;
attack him where he is unprepared;
appear where you are not expected.
In almost two years of war,
I thought I had killed off at least a thousand of the Diseased.
I should have kept a body count
because there were still some out there I didn't know about
until I stumbled right into them.
When I found them like that, I'd kill them deader than hell.
You're not stealing our food!
I don't want your food.
Take our food! Take our food!
Stop shooting! Stop shooting!
If there were any Diseased left,
I thought they can't be much more than a handful
but something went wrong.
They started taking pot-shots at me.
It wasn't just one sniper
but it wasn't a coordinated attack either.
Is a good thing their vision isn't
what it used to be or I'd be dead right now.
I couldn't let them get any more organized
than they already were.
They only needed to get lucky once.
I didn't know how they got those machineguns,
I didn't leave any behind at the Pit.
Burn! All of you burn!
So I burned and kept burning every place in the city
they could possibly hide but they are still out there.
Only the most cunning and strongest of them are left.
I hope is only a few of them.
My luck may not hold out any longer than my ammunition.
The Diseased have discovered
my weapons stockpiled around the city.
They're now using my own weapons against me.
I'm down to only a few weapons, everything else is gone.
Tonight, I either win this war or I lose it.
I know that someone has to have organized them.
Lfirst have to identify their leadership then destroy them.
That is my plan.
Wipe out the leadership then mop up the few that remain.
There can't be that many left,
probably no more than a dozen of their strongest.
I know that God has spared me alone for this holy purpose.
I may be the Devil to the Diseased but to the human race,
I am the divine instrument of deliverance.
All the odds are against me but I am not afraid.
I know that this has always been my purpose.
I will go down from this mountain and destroy my enemies.
But first, I will pray to my God for the strength
and the courage to do this great and terrible thing.
I am just one man but while the Diseased labor
to move and strain to see,
I will strike down at them, like lightning,
with the fury of the archangel.
Who are you?
I'm the Devil.
Who's your boss!
The Butcher!
Well you tell the "Butcher" that I'm coming for him tonight
and there's nothing he can do about it.
Do you understand? Now get out here! Now!
I don't know what will happen from this point on.
So I am leaving this last page blank
but I will later record my victory against the Diseased.
But if this last page is never written
and no one ever reads these words,
then you ghosts of humanity will know that
I lost the battle to save the human race
and this journal is the obituary of our kind.
What are you doing in here!
The "Devil" is coming to kill you!
Anyone who stays here will die!
So you led him right to me!
Get out of here before I kill you!
And leave the "Devil" to me.
I also pray that I will not be, The Last Man.
You were caught in the act of cannibalism.
You understand why the penalty is so severe, don't you?
Your rules mean nothing without food!
Your clan is mine, witch.
Your "civilization" is over.
Everything that was yours is now mine.
Where's the Butcher.
I can't hear you, I can't hear you!
I'm not going to ask you again.
This is your last chance. Where is the Butcher!
Where is the Butcher? The Butcher!
Thank you.
Oh, ho, ho. Come closer...
Over here, devil...
No, don't shoot! Don't shoot! Please!
Eva!
No. Stay back. No, no, no don't.
Eva, is it really you?
Leave me alone!
No, Come with me. Come with me, Eva!
No!
Eva, Come on! Come on, Eva, les go now!
No!
No! No, let go of me!
Eva! Come on!
Let go, please!
- Come on! - Please leave me alone!
Let go of me!
Hold tight, baby.
I'll get you out of here.
I can't believe is you Eva.
Are you hurt? Did you get hit?
Is me, Lionel.
So you're the "Devil".
Lionel Verney, the nightmare plaguing my people.
No. I'm still Lionel, the last "human being" at large.
Don't you know what you've become?
You're a monster.
I do what I have to do, to eat and stay alive.
The right for humanity to survive.
I wish that you survived...
...I have survived. I've been reborn.
Reborn?
Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?
I led over a thousand of my people
before the Butcher took them from me.
This is who I am and who I will be again.
How many have you killed to steal their food!
I don't keep count.
Well I keep count.
And you killed four hundred and sixty-six of my people.
You're the evil one. Not us.
Your "people" are nothing but diseased cannibals.
They deserve to die.
You're lucky I didn't kill you.
You came to kill the Butcher and you had him,
but you let him go. Why?
Because finding you was more important.
You threw off my plan.
I can deliver him directly into your hands.
Now, why would you do something like that?
Whas in it for you?
The scars the plague left weren't only on the skin
but on the brains and organs of many.
Insanity, impotent men, barren women.
The Butcher is a cannibal and thas why he must die.
And thas why I want you to kill him.
But thas what you want too, isn't it, Lionel?
You, and me, together,
we can lead them but you must stop killing my people.
Can't we find a way to live together?
It can be ours, you and me.
If we could just stop the pain and misery.
I'm sorry but this is necessary.
You'll get your chance to kill the Butcher.
I promise you that!
Step aside.
Lionel, can you hear me?
Do you want to live through this?
Then first there is something
you need to do if you want my help.
Yeah. Just give me a minute.
Listen very carefully.
You have to kill the Butcher in front of the whole clan.
He's out on the balcony.
Do you understand me?
You're going to get me out of here right now.
You wouldn't make it past the guard without my help.
What do you want from me, Eva?
Only three of our women remain fertile.
But I'm not one of them.
The plague left all of our men sterile.
All the men, except you, Lionel.
How do you know?
I could tell, You reacted...
Thas why I brought you here.
You're the only successful mutant I've seen,
maybe the only scar-free mutant in the world...
...You're wrong. I'm not a mutant!
...You haven't been exactly human, for a while now.
You weren't immune, you're just a successful mutant.
One in a billion.
You're a genetic wonder.
And now you have the chance to save
whas left of the human race with your undamaged genes.
You can become the father...
...The father of what? Freaks?
I don't think so.
You, Lionel, are the one in a billion case
that Dr. Adrian talked about.
There's no war left to fight, my dear friend.
The killing stops tonight, after the Butcher is gone.
The cannibalism ends and we can raise a healthy,
unscarred generation.
Outside, those three women are waiting.
Tell me I can send them in to you and then you can kill Victor
and be the patriarch that butcher could never be.
With three mutants? No. Hell no!
Is not just your life in the balance, is all of humanity.
You need to do this to save mankind.
On your decision, we all live or die.
After you've fertilized the women,
I will take you up to the balcony and you will kill the Butcher.
Don't be afraid.
You are blessed to be the matriarchs of our people.
No!
I saw him.
He's going down sixth street but he was a little too fast for me.
He's heading north on sixth. Do you hear me? North on sixth.
Shut the hell up, I'm not blind!
I'll find the Devil and kill him!
Do you know who I am?
Then move.
You hear that? Hurry up!
I know. We only got one shot at this.
I can see them coming, hurry!
They're coming, hurry!
They're behind you, run!
Get in the plane, get in the plane!
Who are you! Who are you? Talk! Talk!
What are you doing here?
Where did you come from?
What are you doing here? Say something!
Thas a nuclear bomb, isn't it!
Hell yeah, is doomsday!
No! Don't touch him!
Here's your one in a billion female, Lionel.
And she came to kill us all.
She's just like you, a monster, a creature of contempt!
Can you fly this thing?
Les go!
Come on, Eva! Eva, come now! Eva!
- Go! Now! - Eva!
Eva... You were more human than I ever was.
I am a monster.
Five minutes to blast! Get up here!
Don't touch that! Don't touch anything!
We don't have time to climb, hang on!
I've never been this close to a blast before!
Are we landing?
No, we're crashing!
Pull up! Go left! No, I mean right! Oh, no!
No! Wait until the fallout settles.
How long is that going to take?
Six, twelve weeks?
Do we have any food or water?
No.
Are there any other survivors?
No. Just you and me.
We didn't think we'd find another immune case like us.
Like you.
What do you mean, you're "immune"?
I was never infected. I'm not a Scab.
I'm completely human...
...We both have it, lady.
You're infected, aren't you?
Everybody has it, including you.
Is just that some of us survived it a little better than others, thas all.
Six weeks? We're not going to survive six weeks.
No way. We're going to die. We have to leave.
Scab!
Don't touch me, you're infected!
Is just you and me, disease or no disease...
But it really doesn't matter, does it?
Your genes are corrupt!
You've degenerated into something subhuman!
Listen! Listen to me,
I thought I was immune too but we both have it.
Don't you understand? Stop it!
Listen, don't you understand? We are what we hate.
It turned us into genocidal maniacs.
We might be the last two people in this world.
This has got to end now!
No!
We took out L.A., San Francisco, Phoenix,
we killed millions of Scabs so that you wouldn't inherit the world!
Let humanity die off with dignity.
Get out! Get out!
Ray! You were wrong! It was never "us against them".
We self-destructed!
What did you think?
We were going to make little Scab babies together?
At least I know what I am, I'm still human!
You don't even know what you are!
You're wrong. I'm a man!
Eva was right.
That woman in the plane is exactly like me,
normal looking on the outside but diseased on the inside
another blood-thirsty monster.
I believed that I alone was spared to carry out this divine purpose,
saving mankind by killing
hundreds of people in the name of God
but I was just committing genocide all along.
I'm not the hero I was so sure I was.
A hero would have sacrificed their own life
to save the lives of other people.
That was Eva, not me.
I answered my own prayers with self- delusion
and my own hatred for those people
that deceived me into believing
that God wanted me to kill them all.
Yes, I won the war,
humanity is finished, is extinct!
But it was really the Devil's jihad,
just like every other genocide in history.
The Diseased were different from me,
so I slaughtered them, but they were still people.
I systematically killed those people like I was exterminating bugs,
but they were still people.
Anyone who wasn't like me, I killed in the name of God.
But God had nothing to do with me
killing hundreds of people in his name.
God had nothing to do with me
killing those last three women
and sealing the doom of the human race.
Now I know how bad my mind has been diseased.
Now I know that I was the monster all along,
I wasn't humanity's salvation I was its damnation.
I am the Destroyer of mankind.