Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're gonna die down here! Do something!
that it did not manage to go airborne and that the last infected human died six months ago.
- Man-to-man combat. - Shut up.
Doyle, you're the expert in hand-to-hand combat.
Get around back. Watch her.
We'll stay together, whatever happens.
It won't start!
- I didn't say that. - You did. You did.
The last survivor we came across was over two months ago.
This is the worst combat I ever saw. Where's the combat?
- Think it might be your dad, Doyle. - You got me.
We understand that it did not manage to go cross-species,
I've lost Andy.
There's no question, sir.
Well, I'm not fine, it's all fucked, but...
Was there nothing you could do?
Run! Run!
OK.
Andy!
- New shot. - Abandon selective targeting.
Tammy, are you there?
- Andy, wait! - Scarlet!
- We already got some serious shit. - I'm not playing. This is worse.
- We've got one at three o'clock. - On the ground, got four.
- It won't come back. - What if it does?
"Rats And Wild Dogs Are Prevalent, As Is Disease."
Stay close.
Where are you?
Stop! Stop! Stop right now!
- Morning. - I'm watching the new arrivals disembark.
My dad.
Come on, guys.
- Why? It makes no sense. - It makes perfect sense.
Just hold onto the rails.