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Thank you for joining us on such short notice, Mr. President.
Of course.
Reports of a government-funded weapons program, X-Corp,
have been making the headlines.
Can you confirm or deny the recent allegations?
Well, as you know, homeland security has been our top priority,
and yes. Yes, we have been working together with X-Corp,
along with other developers, all in an effort to protect the people.
Is it true that X-Corp has lost control of its operating system?
There was a slight glitch.
But I can assure you,
our team of experts are working to resolve this issue.
How many casualties were there?
Those reports have yet to be confirmed.
Can you give us a ballpark figure?
Our main focus right now is resolving this issue.
Should we be expecting another attack in the near future?
I have no further comment. Thank you.
Disturbing news out of Washington today.
- Classified weapons manufacturer X-Corp... - X-Corp.
Top-secret weapons program
has lost control.
Number of casualties yet to be released.
Jack Kilmore, missing.
CEO Jack Kilmore believed dead.
More details beginning to surface.
They made weapons.
Weapons they didn't want you to know they were making.
Spy crafts.
Nuclear projectiles.
Spider drones.
The transmitter has a needle poin that enters the nervous system,
allowing complete control of the host.
Remote-controlled humans.
Half-man, half-machine experiments.
AKA Cyborgs.
Experts claiming another attack possible.
Experts unwilling to rule out another attack.
When and where the attacks may occur...
Still not sure who or what.
The real question is, why aren't we already dead?
A second wave of attacks now underway.
Authorities have issued a state of emergency.
Stay inside and seek shelter.
Do not leave your home.
This technology had no place in our society.
A war we can't win.
All major cities believed to be targets.
Paris, New York, Beijing...
- Berlin... - Tokyo, Los Angeles, Moscow.
The extent of damages is yet to be confirmed,
but it is believed there are numerous casualties.
I'm losing the teleprompter.
We're cutting in and out.
We ask that you stay patient with us
as we work to uncover any additional details.
Subrip by DanDee
The reports said this would be the war to end all wars.
They said X-Corp was too powerful.
That nothing could stop its artillery.
For once, the reports were right.
After the initial strikes, only a few of us were lucky enough to survive.
We would go on to be hunted by X-Corp ground units,
an army of fighter drones and Cyborgs. Half-man, half-machine.
Slaves now controlled by the system.
After a year of hiding underground like rats,
we began facing a new enemy as well,
hunger.
One thing soon became clear.
The lucky ones are already dead.
Like I said,
the lucky ones were already dead.
Go!
No!
Is your mom feeling better?
No.
Where did, uh... Where did you get this?
This shit for real, Lieutenant?
We have got dates,
locations, transactions, profiles... It's definitely legit.
Wait, go back.
Amy Kilmore, original co-founder, second in command of operations.
His sister.
Killed July 4th, 2017. That's day one.
This thing is unbelievable.
It was him. It was Kilmore.
All right, we gotta move now. We want...
Slow down, Lieutenant.
Slow down?
We've managed to survive this long for a reason.
We stay off their radar.
Colonel...
Wizkowski?
Yes, sir.
Search that drive. Let me know if you find any shit we can use.
Colonel.
I don't want to hear it.
Colonel, you're making a mistake.
Are you questioning my authority, Lieutenant?
If he's still alive, then we still have a chance...
We can't risk it.
Risk what?
We're out of food, supplies are down.
We need to stop hiding and start fighting.
It's a risk we have to take, and you know it.
All right.
But if we do this, we do it my way. Understood?
Understood.
I run the show. Not you.
Yes, sir.
We're trying to survive here. One day at a time.
Remember that.
18, 19...
Come on, get it.
Not bad, Lopez.
Very good. Good job!
Not great, but not bad.
Rise and shine, shit-stain.
Son of a bitch.
Looks like we're getting soft around here.
Lopez,
are we getting soft around here?
No, sir.
Good.
We don't got time for that.
What we do got is a situation on our hands,
one that requires immediate attention.
You sending us out, Colonel?
Put some damn pants on.
Meet back for briefing at 1000 hours.
And someone please get that asshole off of my cot.
Jack Kilmore, Co-Founder and CEO of X-Corp.
Colonel.
He started his first tech company at age 19.
Hailed by Hi-Tech magazine as the golden child of technical engineering.
A true genius.
And, yes, I am jealous.
At the ripe old age of 26, he gets the call from Uncle Sam.
They're starting a new sector on home defense,
one that specializes in remote-controlled weaponry and surveillance equipment.
They're looking for assistance.
They make him an offer that he can't refuse.
So who gives a shit?
Lock it up, Private.
Yesterday while searching grid 307, I came across
a Cyborg pursuing a male and female target.
The Cyborg killed the female on the spot, but kept the male alive.
He then took the target to an abandoned warehouse
just outside the grid's western perimeter.
We believe this to be a storage facility for the machines.
Right.
So, this is a shot pulled from the spy cam used by Lieutenant Spears.
Magnified 750%.
We believe this to be Mr. X-Corp himself.
Jack Kilmore.
Jack Kilmore's dead.
He's right. Jack Kilmore was their first target.
Killed by his own machines after he tried to shut the whole thing down.
Come on, everybody knows that story.
I found this buried in the sand.
It was left behind by the guy in these photographs.
We cracked it open this morning. It checks out.
It's information that only the highest level of authority
would even have access to.
Yeah? What kind of information?
Top-secret shit.
It's him. It's Jack Kilmore, and he's alive.
It's simple. An extraction mission.
Get in, grab the son of a bitch, and get out.
And try not to die.
How do we know it's not a trap?
We don't. But if there's a chance, we're gonna have to take it.
Jack Kilmore could have information.
Information that could change the course of this war.
War? This isn't a war.
It's a massacre.
All right, let's cut the shit. Jones, Lopez, Carlisle,
you're up.
That's only three.
We're going to need as many hands as we can get.
We don't have time.
It's a two-day hike by foot. The buggy only fits three, minus supplies.
- You're going to have to do this alone. - You're talking about suicide.
What's wrong, Private? You scared?
I'll go.
No, you're staying right here, Lieutenant.
I need soldiers that listen.
Colonel, but...
That's an order.
You got it?
Good.
Crazy bastard.
He's going to get us all killed.
Or kill us himself.
Son of a bitch has been shot 30 times, and he's still breathing.
I wouldn't mess with Captain Machine Gun.
He'd cut your throat and not even know it.
And that ain't no shit. Desperate times.
Like it or not, boys and girls, we are in 'em.
Those supply kits are all but gone.
That means the time to act is now.
Before you know it, you'll be eating your own shit just to stay alive.
I've seen it too many times. Men turned to swine,
shoveling shit in each other's throats.
Drinking their own piss.
- Is that how you want to go down? - No, sir.
I didn't hear you! Do you want to eat shit and drink piss?
Sir, no, sir!
I didn't think so. Now I want that piece of shit on wheels locked,
strapped, and ready to move by 1100 hours.
And I want Kilmore sitting right here, kissing my ass by sun down.
Any questions?
No, sir!
Good. Let's move!
Hey.
You know this is all your fault, right?
You should never have brought in the strays.
We'd have had food for an extra month.
Maybe more.
You should have left the dogs where you found 'em.
They weren't our problem.
No,
men like you. That's the problem.
You ever touch me again, I'll cut your throat. Got it?
Lopez, you're our eyes on the inside.
Make sure you're sweeping and panning. We need to see everything you see.
Copy that, Colonel.
Okay.
You're wired.
Kill it.
We loaded?
Affirmative. Good luck, soldier.
Come back in one piece, you hear me?
I need another girl to have my back.
Is that an order?
That's an order.
- All right, Lopez, you ready? - Ready.
Let's move!
Now let's just hope it's not a death trap.
Take a look around you, Colonel.
We're already in one.
Why don't you go clean up?
Meet me back at comms at 1200 hours.
What you doing?
Uh...
I'm just working, sweetheart.
Do you want to play?
I can't right now, sweetie,
but how about later? Do you want to play then?
You mean like hide and go seek?
Like hide and go seek.
Okay, but you're "it" first.
No, you're "it."
No.
You're "it." Tap-tap, no take-backs.
Structure appears to be intact.
Radar showing a slight internal change of temperature.
Voltage, I assume.
Copy. Let's keep it tight. In and out.
Ready when you are, Lieutenant.
What the hell is this place?
You sure it's the right spot?
Yeah, this is it.
Yeah, this is bullshit.
Just keep your weapons ready and keep moving.
Jones, stay cover.
Keep an eye on the entry points.
I'll run the sweep.
Careful, Private.
Wait, Lopez, pan left.
There.
I see it.
Engaging.
I lost my light.
Hang on, this room has power.
Hey, asshole.
- Jones, I need backup now! - Copy. I'm on my way!
What the hell is this place?
Are you seeing this?
Yeah, we see it.
If this is where they brought the target, then he's already dead.
Yeah, and guess who's next.
Ahh!
Put the knife down.
Shit, man, don't kill me.
Kilmore. Kilmore, let him go.
Who are you?
Who are you! Answer me!
Oh, shit.
We came for you, Kilmore.
Jack Kilmore? Is that your name?
That's him, that's Kilmore.
You son of a bitch.
Carlisle.
You want some? Huh?
Don't do it, Carlisle.
This asshole tried to kill me.
It's all his fault.
If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened. None of it!
Stand down, Private.
Do you copy?
Stand down, Carlisle.
You can rot in hell, Jones.
You all can rot in hell.
I'm not dying in here.
You wanna give me a hand over here?
Machines?
Yeah. And they know you're here.
We lost signal of Carlisle. Do you have a visual?
He's dead.
All right! Let's go!
We're getting strong readings, we need to get you out of there, now.
Did you hear me, Lieutenant? You need to move!
What are you doing?
Come on, let's go!
We've gotta move now!
Let's go!
Come on!
Lopez? Lopez can you hear me?
Lopez, you got something, 12 o'clock!
Get down!
Is there a ride outta here?
Yeah.
All right, let's go!
I'm hit.
You're gonna make it, soldier. Hang in there. Hang in there!
They're coming this way.
We have to make them wait. Make sure they aren't being tailed.
No, no. She won't make it.
If they compromise our location, nobody's going to make it.
Not them, not us, nobody.
Damn it, she's one of our own! And we need Kilmore.
If we die, we die as one.
Shit. Move out!
Is that where we're going?
Take this.
Hold it against the wound. Keep pressure on it.
I'm not going to die out here.
How bad is it?
You're doing good. Just hang in there, soldier.
Damn it, answer me.
I'm doing everything I can.
What? Think I can't shoot?
I'm not as worthless as everyone thinks.
Give it back. I said give it back.
Do you want to shoot?
Shoot to kill.
And if you want to kill, shoot for the head.
We were stationed here when it all went down.
We played it safe. Waited for the Cyborgs to pass us by.
We were lucky. Now, what about you?
How the hell are you still alive?
Are these really necessary?
I don't know yet.
I was with a group of survivors.
Hiding underground. Trying to fight back.
But we were limited.
We had weapons, but lacked the other hardware needed.
And what would that be?
Computers,
and the power to run them.
We had been scavenging for parts, trying to rebuild.
Then it found us.
There's a wash station a couple units down.
We'll get you some new gear. And by new, I mean used.
How's she doing?
She won't make it through the night.
We made the right move.
No.
I should have been there. It should have been me.
You got a lot of nerve, Lieutenant.
All right, it's been a long day, and it's been rough,
so let's cut this shit.
We saved your ass for a reason, Kilmore.
We need details.
We need to know what happened.
We need to know exactly what it is we're fighting against,
and we need to know how to kill it.
Because right now, all we do know is that those machines of yours
wiped out 99% of the planet.
About a month prior to the blackout, we received a visitor to our main facility.
It was the President of the United States.
He told me about a new technology one of the sister corporations
had been developing. Something to aid in the fight against foreign threats.
What kind of technology?
They had engineered artificial intelligence into the form of a cyber virus.
The intent was to use the virus to infiltrate
and gain control of enemy mainframes.
So then why did they come to you?
We had the infrastructure and technology to do it.
That's what they told us.
But that was bullshit.
The real reason was that they wanted to keep it a secret.
In case anything went wrong.
On July 4th, 2017, at 1300 hours, we uploaded the folder containing the virus.
By 1301, we had lost control of our entire operating bay.
All the screens from our main concourse to our counter facilities went black,
then turned to a page of scrolling numbers.
Everything was changed, pass codes, platforms, locations, everything.
The rest is history.
So what went wrong?
No way to know for sure, but if I had to guess,
I'd say they made it a little too smart.
They gave it a mind of its own, and it decided to use it.
You see, we never opened the source file.
So then who did?
It opened itself.
Are you telling me this thing is alive?
I'm just telling you what I saw.
How do we kill it?
It's not that simple.
How do we kill it?
We don't. We disarm it.
If we turn off the machines, then we take away its ability to strike.
Keep talking.
Oh...
Easy.
The machines were designed to operate under a signal,
just like a cellular device. Remote control.
Each one with its own receiver.
If you knock out the receiver, you knock out the machine.
But if we can knock out the signal, we can take down a whole sector.
Where are the signals coming from?
Control stations.
A system of servers and satellite communications equipment.
So why don't we strap it with a block of C-4
and blow it clear out of the sky?
Because we have to find them first.
That's been our problem all along.
The original towers have been cut off.
It now operates under its own stations.
But if we can capture a data drive from one of the drones,
we may be able to access flight data or records from the inner CPU.
There has to be something linking the machines to the signal source.
So what's our next move, cowboy?
I saw intelligence equipment in one of your units. Is it functional?
Yeah. I mean, it's a little outdated, but it's functional.
Will the ports read an external drive?
Last I checked.
Then we need to capture a data drive and see if we can search its logs.
What the hell do you mean, capture a data drive?
We go hunting.
What is he, nuts?
When?
Yesterday.
For all we know, this location has already been compromised.
No, if it knew, we'd be dead already.
We should leave in the morning. The machines have night vision. We don't.
First light. Locked and strapped by 0700 hours.
I'm going to need another shooter. Someone that knows what they're doing.
We're only going to get one shot.
I'll go.
Don't let those perky tits fool you, she doesn't mess around.
I hope you're right.
Otherwise we're dead.
How could this happen?
You said this could never happen.
We were wrong.
We were all wrong.
We have to do something!
We have to do something now!
Jack.
Help me.
Help me, Jack.
You know, it's not polite to read someone's hard drive.
I'm doing what any smart soldier would do.
And what's that?
Researching the enemy.
Is that what you think I am, the enemy?
The RCT.
It was meant to be used on opposing ground troops.
We would strap on the prisoners of war, then send them back out to the field,
watch 'em fight against their own regime.
Are you proud of this?
We built them to keep soldiers like you off the battlefield.
Is that what they told you?
The Cerebrum Controller, C-1.
What's it do?
It was also meant to control the physical functions of the host.
You mean "slave."
But unlike the RCT, it also had the ability to read and control something else.
What?
Their mind.
You think you're so smart, don't you?
You just don't get it.
We were trying to save lives.
You didn't save lives.
Take a look around, you destroyed them.
All.
I think we're better off staying next to the rocks.
Right. A little more cover in case some shit goes wrong.
And we'll need something with a lot of firepower.
The .50 cal won't get it done.
Got grenades.
Maybe something with a little more accuracy.
What about a rocket launcher?
That should work.
Take your time. Aim for the...
Nice shot.
Keep an eye out. There could be more close by.
Okay, okay, okay, we've got a live one.
Always so private, aren't they?
Let me see it.
Now we wait.
- For what? - The script to run its course.
It's checking the drone's access code
against a list of possible combinations.
And, uh...
What if it doesn't have it?
Very unlikely.
The file has over 750 trillion characters.
And it runs 16 million attempts per second.
Trust me. It'll find it.
Five bricks. Enough to blow up a small village.
How much you want?
All of it.
I taught you well, Lieutenant.
Any word on the logs?
They're still working on it.
Mmm.
Reminds me of the good old days.
Back in '68, back when we kept shit real.
None of this technology bullshit.
Back when the world was right.
Hey. Hey!
I said, "Do you copy?"
Yes, sir.
Good.
Front office at 1700 hours. I want this shit locked down tight.
Want everybody on the same page.
It's checked against a quarter of its data already.
Turns out that we're dealing with a multi-layered access code.
We've already cracked one.
Speak English, gringo.
It means that the script is working. It won't be long.
Okay. Until then, we continue to get shit done.
Kilmore, assuming we get the location, what's the plan?
We get in, set the detonators, and get out.
And that's it? No more machines?
Not within the station's control radius.
Approximately 500 miles.
So what you're saying is, they're still around, just not in our backyard?
- Correct. - Oh, wait, wait, wait.
500 miles?
So all this work that we're doing, putting our asses on the line,
and best-case scenario is that we slow it down?
It's a start, ain't it?
He's right. It's a start.
We'll at least have the ability to restock and relocate.
Then prepare for another advance.
What about getting inside?
How do you navigate those machines?
Shoot 'em.
Shouldn't be an issue.
It's going to keep the control bays hidden.
Very unlikely we'll come across any drones or Cyborgs.
At least not on the exterior.
Uh-huh. And what about the interior?
We're gonna have to move fast.
Yeah, yeah, okay.
Hey.
Did I wake you?
No.
Good.
Can I sleep with you tonight?
Of course, sweetie. Scary dreams again?
Yeah.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
Can I ask you a question?
You can ask me whatever you want.
You're not going to leave me, are you?
Of course not. Why would you say something like that?
Promise?
Cross my heart.
What's wrong?
You know, I used to have a daughter who looked just like you.
Really?
Yeah.
What was her name?
Her name was Becca.
She's the one who made this for me.
Really?
Mmm-hmm.
Where is she now?
She's in heaven.
Hey, a skinny kid with glasses was looking for you.
What did he say?
He said he was looking for you.
You can feel it, can't you? Blood in the air.
Feels good.
You know what any of this bullshit means?
Yeah.
It means we still have a chance.
Those are the coordinates to X-Corp's head facility.
Ground Zero.
That's a couple hours south of here, but it's impossible.
Ground Zero was leveled.
I've seen it, there's nothing left.
Maybe you weren't looking hard enough.
Turn it off.
Damn it, I said turn that piece of shit off!
Wait, wait, wait.
36.8025 degrees north, 114.0822 degrees west.
Coordinates.
Yeah. Our coordinates.
Shh.
It had a tracker.
- A what? - The drive. It had a tracer.
Son of a bitch!
Hit the lights!
We're getting swarmed.
How'd they find us?
It had a tracer.
What had a tracer?
The data drive. When we pulled the coordinates, it gave up our location.
We got the coordinates?
Yeah, right here. X-Corp's head facility. Ground Zero.
Get down!
We got another one!
Get down!
No!
- I'm running low. - We gotta get to the bunker.
I don't think we can make it.
We gotta stick to the plan. Shut it down.
It's the only way we'll see tomorrow in one piece.
What about Molly?
Where is she?
Bunks.
Whatever we do, we need to do it now!
When those bastards start chasing you,
I'll look for an opening, and when it's clear, I'll head to the bunker.
I'm not leaving her.
Damn it, Lieutenant! It's not your call, okay?
I'm calling the shots, I'm the shot-caller. You understand that?
Hey!
I need you and Wizkowski on that piece of shit.
Early departure.
You ready?
Yeah.
All right, let's go. Move it, move it!
No!
Go!
Where's Colonel?
What part?
Let's move, we need to move now!
You gotta get him to the bunker.
They're safe with Machine Gun.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
We gotta distract them.
Come on, kid!
My teddy!
Come on!
Get in here.
No!
Get down!
Let's go! Let's go!
Hey!
You ready to die?
I'm scared.
Don't worry, I'll protect you.
Do you think they're gonna come back?
She promised.
Yeah. They'll come back.
I checked the gear againlast night. Looks like the Colonel was off.
We have no C-4, no detonators, no grenades,
and ammo is low.
We have to get inside.
We have to shut it down by hand.
It's over, isn't it?
We never had a chance against them.
There's going to be a lot of activity for the next hour or so,
then it should die down.
At least enough to make a run for it.
If we stay next to the covered areas, we might slip past.
We have to go back.
If we go back now, everyone dies.
No.
We have to stick to the plan.
I made her a promise.
I can't let her die alone.
You did what you had to do.
And you're not dead yet, neither are they.
We still have a chance.
It's not over yet, remember that.
We've been clear for almost three kilometers.
Something's not right.
Just keep driving.
We're getting close.
There, you see?
Like I said, there's nothing left.
No.
It's here.
I remember talk of an underground safe zone when we were first building.
I thought the idea had been dismissed,
but I'm starting to think they never got the memo.
Let's go.
Is it alive?
If it was functional, you wouldn't be.
Be careful.
I got something.
This is it, huh?
Not quite as hi-tech as I imagined.
That is all right.
That's weird, there's no pass code.
No login. Nothing.
Hey.
Hey!
You know your way around the system?
No. All the platforms have been changed.
Okay.
There's a lot of data, lots of menus.
This is gonna take a minute.
We might not have that long.
What're you doing?
I'm watching the bad guys.
Do you know why they want to hurt us?
- They were programmed that way. - Why?
I don't know.
Hey, what's that?
Hey!
I wanna watch, too.
Molly, no!
Hey.
There's something here.
I can feel it.
Hey!
What did you find?
We live to fight another day.
Something's wrong.
No, no, no.
Firewall?
You alive?
Yeah.
Is he?
No, he's gone.
Something's overriding the program.
What could do that?
I don't know. Something external maybe.
But it would have to be hooked into the mainframe.
Time to go.
Run!
Over here!
What are they doing here?
They've been selected.
For what?
Transformation.
It's going to make them into machines.
Is he there?
Get down!
What are you doing?
Come on, let's go!
I'm running low!
Come on, let's go! This way!
Hurry, hurry!
Hurry, move.
You okay?
We gotta keep moving.
Come on.
Why's it so quiet?
Let's go.
What is it?
It's the firewall.
Watch the door.
What's wrong?
If you wanna kill, shoot for the head.
What have they done to you?
Warning. Removal of the Cerebrum C-1
will leave system vulnerable to foreign infiltration.
Please exit immediately.
What are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
Amy?
Jack.
I tried to stop it, Jack. But there was nothing I could do.
No. It's not your fault.
It controls me now.
It made me do things, Jack. Horrible things.
It's okay now.
I'm getting you out of here.
No, Jack. It's too late for me now.
Look at me.
Damn it, Jack, look at me!
You have to shut it down now,
or you will all die.
You have to shut it down before they see you.
"They"? What do you mean, "They"?
Hurry, Jack. You don't have much time.
Hello, Jack.
Jack, you look like you just saw a ghost.
Well, I can assure you I'm alive and well.
You look confused, Jack.
I guess that is to be expected.
It was you? This was all you?
No, not just me.
You see, Jack, there's a group of us that saw a widespread epidemic
beginning to spiral out of control.
Thus, we took it upon ourselves to do something about it.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the future, Jack.
I'm talking about the corporations that ran this world.
Corporations like X-Corp.
Too powerful and too reckless.
You see, Jack, we have been studying the trends for years now.
All in an effort to forecast the path of our society,
to try to figure out where it was all going.
And what we discovered, well, it was troubling.
You see, there comes a point where technology becomes dangerous.
It becomes a disease that grows and spirals out of control.
If left untreated,
well, it can destroy everything.
Therefore, it must be stopped, and everything that it has infected
must be killed.
Do you see where I'm going with this, Jack?
You're insane.
Come on, Jack. I'm not insane. I'm a realist.
The numbers don't lie, you know that.
We've added it all up, and it became clear.
We had to act now, or the age of man would cease to exist,
replaced by the age of machine.
An age of artificial intelligence.
You know that virus we sent you? It was never meant to infiltrate
the enemy's mainframe,
it was meant to infiltrate yours.
We needed an army, Jack.
An army that would listen and obey our commands.
Never second-guess an order.
An army that was capable of the task at hand.
What task?
To cleanse the Earth, to start over.
I can see you're upset.
Look, I've always liked you, Jack.
All right? I'm sorry it had to come to this,
but it's important you know it was never personal.
I find it very personal, Mr. President.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I wouldn't do that if I was you, Jack.
That system is the only thing keeping your sister alive.
Don't listen to him, Jack. There's nothing you can do for me now.
Whether you hit the switch or not, I'm already dead.
You know that.
Think about it, Jack. At best you win this small battle,
but there are other systems, more machines. We will find you eventually.
Why delay the inevitable? Why prolong the suffering?
Why not just die?
Because... I need to find you first.
All right, Jack, have it your way.
Jack?
You weren't fast enough, Jack.
No!
Can I ask you a question?
You're not gonna leave me, are you?
Of course not.
Why would you say something like that?
Promise?
Cross my heart.
You ready to die?
You bitch.
You haven't seen anything yet.
Hey, bitch.
You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?
No!
You came back!
I promised you I would.
We buried what was left of the bodies,
then loaded our gear.
And though our future may look grim at best,
one thing is certain.
We will never give up, never stop fighting...
Because somewhere out there, there's a group of men
that took it upon themselves to play God.
And now, they all must die.
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