Another World

-Some say it was all caused by a virus.

And truthfully, it's much more logical than

some apocalyptic event of biblical proportions.

A virus sounds more likely. Something tiny, invisible.

Carried within us.

A collection of molecules, a set of commands,

fragments of microscopic codes that float wherever there is life,

waiting to attach themselves to any living creature.

And to unleash their malicious program upon on it.

Yes. A Virus sounds to me a much more likely call.

The first day and God said, "Let there be

light!" And there was light. Genesis 1:3.

-You can help instead of just sitting there!

Are there any more?

There are only a few seconds. Run!

Are the drill charges ready?

Well, what are you waiting for? Work your magic.

-Are you sure you want to forget about the doctor thing?

-If someone's badly hurt

he dies. If someone contacts the disease

that requires medical attention he dies.

We don't need a doctor.

-We don't need a doctor, but we want one.

-Why take the risk? -You want them.

You think a doctor can give you more

information. Forget about it!

It's a waste of time. All that's left is

to keep moving and attacking.

As fast and as fierce as possible until they die from lack of food and water

and become extinct. -Information Is power.

We need the information so that the initiative remains in our hands.

Not that kind of information.

-What about hiding in some remote desert until this whole thing blows over?

In the desert, we'll need a medical expert for sure.

Trust my my calculations. All we need is two trucks loaded with...

It's too dangerous!

they can always turn up when we're least prepared and then we'll be trapped.

-That's not true. Come on, remember when we met

after everything fell apart?

-You were sitting on your ass waiting for a sonic boom and

a down poor of nuclear warheads to cleanse the place.

-Only if they're bombers. I told you.

If they're ICBMs or cruise missiles,

You wouldn't have heard a thing before the explosion.

But we digress.

Look, at one point or another

we'll need to settle in one spot and we'll need

someone with medical know-how. -When settling in one spot is an option,

perhaps. But until then, my way is the only way.

Keep moving keep attacking. And we say when, where and how.

That's not the issue, is it? You're simply dying of curiosity.

But curiosity will get you killed.

So I'm curious, so what?

I don't get you. Aren't you even a bit curious?

You wake up one day and everyone around you has turned into mindless,

bloodthirsty, pissed off zombies,

and you do not want to know how or why it happen?

No, I don't.

-Besides, I need to renew my chemical stock.

Not to mention it's my turn

to choose our next destination.

A deployment location where we can prepare for an ambush.

Agreed.

A Hospital. You choose the one.

Come on!

Come on!

-Abracadabra. Let there be light!

Let's go.

Do you know your way around the hospital? -Yes.

Room 318, Ward C. Go there.

Lock yourselves in and wait. -Go!

-How unlucky can we get? we come looking for a doctor, and we find a

nurse and a girl instead.

-My sister isn't a nurse She’s a senior doctor.

And I'm not just some girl... -You've revealed too many details to two

complete strangers before we've even

asked the questions. There's no time for this.

We have to get out of here.

It's okay. it's okay.

It's one of ours. We've booby-trapped the entire place.

That's not right.

-I suggest whoever is standing behind that door, you better move

before I blow this door to bits.

-Should we run? Before it? -No time. Turn over the bed!

I'm coming in, don't shoot.

Now, get up now. You're the one who

set up that nice little kill-zone out there.

Nice, very nice. Now all you have to do

is just stand there and pull your trigger.

-What do you want? -What do I want? What I want ?!

Look at this. Look at this!

They got me. I'm infected. You get that?

I'm fucking infected! Now what I want

is for you to take this thing out of me.

I want a cure. Do you understand? A cure!

And you're going to give it to me. You out of all people!

I knew you'd come here eventually. You and your kind.

Now, what I want is for you to take this thing out of me!

-Do you know him? -You can say we know each other.

All my life I've been hunted down by his kind.

What are you? A General?

No, you're too young for that. Maybe a captain? Or Major?

Ah, you're a colonel.

Yeah, You must be a colonel.

-He's right about one thing. Part of my job was to hunt down freaks like him.

So yeah, you could say we know each other. -Don't patronize me!

You're not in the position to patronize me! I'm holding the cards now.

They can't see me, I'm infected. That means that I'm invisible!

Truly invisible! So you better come up with something quick.

You better come up with something or else...

To the exit now!

-Do you know him or not? -Not personally.

-Should have killed him when we had the chance.

You let him out of the room.

You pitied him?

'Cause if you did, that is the first time

you let the emotion get the better of you.

It doesn't matter, he's dead.

And you have your doctor. -I know you were a soldier.

An Officer. I guessed it.

It must be hard aiming down and shooting at someone.

Npt infected, I mean.

On second thought, he said he was.

Do you understand what he meant by that? -Forget it! He's dead!

-And you better stop asking questions before you expose more

details to two complete strangers.

So, You're a doctor,

I'm sure you understand these things better than us.

What do you think he meant

that he is not infected?

I mean, someone who's infected person turns into...

I mean you know, how can he be infected and still control himself?

It has an incubation period.

Ok.

How dis he get infected in the first place?

He had to be infected by one of them. I mean

those wounds didn't look deep enough to be animal bites.

You'd think that... -Let it go.

There'll be time enough for your questions -Must be almost nine o'clock.

If you turn the radio to...

- That's right. We almost forgot it's almost nine.

You listen to him too? -Yeah, of course. Every day at nine.

Do you think that it's him talking or a recording? -I do not know.

Someone broadcasted it.

-Must be...Manually operated radio broadcast

or a pre recorded program that comes on every day at nine.

Hey, you are worrying me.

I'm supposed to be the cynical one, the skeptic.

But not without feelings. You're the son of a bitch, remember? The purposeful one?

Who Lacks emotion, stays on the move and...

-Come on, let's go, it's probably already started.

Perhaps it came with the rodents. Small, elusive, merciless.

Spreading disease and death.

At times eating the remnants of the strong, other times preying the weak.

They're merging from the dens of night,

it's raiding dinosaur nests.

devouring their eggs, systematically destroying the mighty creatures.

Perhaps that's the nature of progress,

the new devouring the old.

Tears him to thousands of tiny pieces until it perishes.

Perhaps progress is in it's essence a type of extinction.

Unavoidable like the time in death, but accompanying it.

The second day And God called the firmament Heaven

Step into my office.

-Remind me what are we doing here exactly.

-We are setting up traps for the kill zones.

Then there lure infected and we butcher them.

I know it sounds absurd at first.

Our initial instinct is to entrench ourselves

in one spot. Or if you do not want to get trapped, simply run away

or stay out of trouble. But... -No, I mean, I get that part.

We're in charge, we chase them, not the other way around,

what I mean is what are we doing here with all of this water and...

Electrodes? -Electrodes. Well, we are

dividing the waters from the waters and making a firmament

That we will call heaven.

It's...it's electrolysis. It's breaking down water

into hydrogen and oxygen.

I'm hoping to create a large enough amount

of hydrogen in a closed space

so that at any given moment only a small spark and...

everything explodes. Everything. In theory, of course.

Truth is, I've tried several times and it didn't go so well...I guess I

couldn't create a large enough

amount of hydrogen in the closed space

to get a substantial blast.

I don't know, maybe I didn't seal the spaces well enough...

or maybe I haven't had enough containers with electrodes, but...

Whatever the reason, we're doing it now.

It's beautiful.

-Thanks. I'm glad someone appreciates my originality.

Not him, though. TNT and gunpowder, it's all it cares about.

I mean the metaphor. It's like God.

Turning water into the heavens. -That?

That's not original. This religious fanatic

joined one of the forums

I've managed once. Some scientist or pseudo scientist. I don't know.

The kind that tries to explain the scriptures through science? You know?

Anyways, he raised the theory that this is how God created the heavens.

By transmitting an electric current through the prehistoric waters.