We can't just sit around, waiting for help to arrive.
We have to get to a city... Atlanta.
Mr. Palmer's got a pick-up.
I saw it parked outside his house.
You know how to hotwire a truck?
Maybe we won't have to.
I know where the keys are.
Oh, my God.
Anyone within the sound of my voice
should make their way to the green concesion stand in the north-east corner of the park.
We can move you to a government facility in Atlanta.
Okay, come on, let's go.
Come on.
- What about dad? - Just move it, ok?
Come on!
Billy, wait wait wait.
There's keys.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you so much, okay?
Here, take that.
I want you to run, okay?
You run and you get your brother to the concession stand.
I want you to run as fast as you know how.
I love you.
It's okay, baby boy.
Everything dies.
It's God's plan.
Go, go, go, go!