Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We have to find Andy.
- You think it's a drill? - Of course not. Someone saw an infected.
- You want me to be bait? - He'll take shots at you, but he'll miss.
Multiple shots, one hit.
Quick!
We are headed for our area of security and reconstruction
On the move! On the move! Moving right! Moving right!
Oh, man, this is FUBAR.
Where are you?
They came in through the kitchen window.
You better fucking be there, cos we will be.
They're taking no chances. So unless you are out of the target zone, you are getting cooked.
This is madness.
- I know. - Yeah?
Oh, God!
Where?
Dad.
Please forgive me.
A natural kind of immunity to the virus.
We got a group there at 12 o'clock.
Switch to emergency lighting. Use of non-lethal force authorised.
- Confirm order? - Target everyone at ground level.
Go!
Let's get something to eat.
A genetic abnormality which acts as some sort of natural immunity?
I tried other houses. They were empty.
All right. You pop the clutch when I tell you, OK? You get them to the stadium. OK?
He's gonna expose his position. Means I get a shot at him. I won't miss.
No!
- Who were chasing you? - My mum.
- Get me out of here! - Sam, come back!
There we go. Just come slowly towards me.
Fuck you, pussy!
If he's still breathing, he won't be interested in pasta.
And you know the rest. You know I've been in quarantine waiting for you to come back.
OK.
We're gonna find him, OK? We're gonna find him, I promise.
- It won't start! - Put your foot on the clutch.
Jacob!
I got two by the Jeep.
Andy, get back!
No.
Inside District One, however, we believe you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Plan B.
gorgeous.
She's a carrier.
Bloody hell.
I'm not taking 'em.