Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sector eight, lockdown. - Sector three, lockdown.
Let go!
Tam!
Just stay close. Slightly to the right, Andy.
Keep going. Follow Jacob. Keep going. Sally, there's no time.
That's not a target any more.
- Please, let me in! - Don, it's a kid!
- Affirmative. - Open air cav transmission.
I don't see him. Where is Fester Fucknut?
Yeah.
And now I'm back in this shithole.
Yeah, fuck outta here, man. I'm having all good dreams.
Fuck.
If containment fails...
Have you come into direct contact with the infected?
And they're safe and sound.
I bet you're tired, huh? Me, too.
And we were trapped. Trapped in the bedroom.
No, you're not.
Oh, my God...
Copy that.
Code Red.
Andy!
Come on. Come on!
16 down.
Two minutes, we're all gonna die. You want that?
Green and brown. Interesting iris variation.
Whisky Three, why have you stopped firing? Come in.
OK, come on. Keep it moving.
Sally, give me your hand. Give me your hand, Sally!
We've lost control
Come on. Gotta go. Gotta go. Go, go, go, go, go, go!
- I got him. - Well, take him out. Take him out.
He's a panicker, no marksman.
Andy!
Plan B. Out of Control.
No!
- How did you get here? - They were chasing me. Screaming.
Kid! Over here!
Geoff!
- Flynn, go. - Doyle, where the fuck are you, man?
- Why the hell are you here? - Their mother had very special blood.
- No! - Andy!