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I need to sleep.

I can't remember the last time
I got a good night's sleep.

But no one has slept much
these last years.

Not with them out there.

People aren't any better.

It almost seems the dead
went after the good people

and left us with assholes.

My partner here
is a prime example.

He's awake.

Doesn't matter.

What did
Tony do anyways?

He didn't tell me
and I didn't ask.

I knew what Tony had done.

But my partner, Joe,
wasn't in the loop.

He was just a soldier,
one of the few handy with a gun.

When someone had to go,
we took care of it.

Tony was a thief.

He stole water
from the community,

using it to make moonshine
in secret.

"Secret" didn't sit well
with the leaders.

He knew the price.
Time to pay up.

I like Tony.

He wasn't a dick.

He was a thief,
but he wasn't a dick.

We're here.

Get out.

Listen, Tony,
we're going to take off that gag.

Are you going
to be quiet?

Man, please! You gotta let me...

- I'm sorry.
- Pick him up.

Listen, Tony. I like you.
I'll give you a choice.

You can run,

take your chances
with them,

or take a bullet.

- What?
- Have your freedom...

or end up dinner
for them.

I'll take my chances.

I'll run.

Huh.

Stay still.

Good luck.

Stop! Take me!

Come back!

I always like when we
give them a choice.

A choice?
That was no choice.

Just a game
Joe liked to play.

He told me once in his old
life he did it to a guy,

a gambler, owed his boss
too much money.

Except it was crocodiles.
A swamp.

Get to the other side,
freedom. Debt cleared.

No one ever
saw him again.

Like I said,
an asshole.

Fucker doesn't even know
how to smoke.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's that time of day again.

Get ready for all your favorite
sounds of civilization.

But first...

That guy always
cracks me up.

Yeah.
He's a real hoot.

No one ever said
they were smart.

It's primeval.

What?

Built-in instinct.

Smart or not,
they were fast. And deadly.

One bite,
and you were dead.

Some people died fast,
under 12 hours.

Others lasted longer.
But none more than a day.

A fever was the first sign,

and then sluggishness,
stumbling,

a craving for water,

then death.

And then pretty soon after,
they wake.

The noise drew them away each night
so we could have some sort of life.

In the day,
you hunkered down,

made as little noise
as possible.

Still,

many came.

The smallest noise
drew them out like flies.

Not smells or sights.
Noise.

No one knew why.

Gonna drive it
back to the garage?

No.

Good. Stay alert.

Hey, boss,
what's the status?

All four generators
purring like a kitten.

Fuel?

About enough to last us
another six months.

Good. Keep us running.

Will do.

In this world,
in a place like this,

everything
has to function.

The guards better be awake.
The generators better be functional.

Power, water and food...

the same three essentials
from before still apply.

Just more difficult to come by.

You can take nothing
for granted.

The dead were easy
to keep out.

It's the living
that I fear the most.

Outside of
my wife and daughter,

only two people
I know I can trust here.

Lee is one of them.

He was already here
when we arrived.

Kept everyone alive
by himself.

Back then, there was
only a handful of them.

It's grown tenfold since.

Too many, if you ask me.

Anything?

All good here?

What about you?

Fine.

Really?

Really.

What about you?

Fine.

DJ is the other guy.

DJ!

He's like a cockroach,
but in a good way.

A pet cockroach.
The man could survive anything.

Instantly likable,
and with a heart of gold.

Ever since he got here,
he set up our communication system.

I'm still debating whether
that's a good thing or not.

Thanks anyway.

So, um,
was Tony... yeah?

Yeah.

Stealing again?

Three strikes,
you're out.

That's so stupid.

People liked him too.
Could be trouble.

I know. But rules are
rules, and we all know that.

Sure do.

When is it ready?

Uh, soon. You rush these things,
and they blow up in your face.

So, uh...

Yeah. We have to know
whether it's true or not.

They won't believe us
unless we have comms with him.

We believe.

You still broadcasting
on shortwave?

Yeah. Every day.

Late nights, afternoons,
spreading the good word.

Good.
Keep it up.

- Just might save someone's life.
- I hope so.

I just wish I knew
if anybody was listening.

I'm sure someone is.

I still wish we could
tell them where we are.

We can't.

More people,
more trouble.

Yeah, I hear you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Let me guess.

- Comm's still not working?
- Let me check.

Uh...

He's waiting for you.

- You be cool.
- Always.

You guys say hi to that Dr. Strange
wannabe upstairs, huh?

Children, it's almost time for dinner.
Now, go wash up.

You heard the man.
Come along, or there won't be any dinner.

Come on. Let's go.

Thank you, Mary.
Make sure we're not disturbed.

Mary.

So how was it?

He ran.

- Damn fool.
- Yeah.

Let's keep that between us.
People liked that boy.

I know.

What's done is done.

May the good Lord look on him
with favor when he reaches heaven.

Amen.

We need to talk.

Not that again.

DJ will have
the comms up soon.

When he does...
if he does...

we will try our best to reach out to
them, anyone who is out there.

And then what?

We have two vehicles,
one of which isn't working very well.

You want to tell these folks
they've got to stay behind?

No, sir.

I say we stay,
like I've always been saying.

We have food,
water, safety.

We can't last.

Those things will
never get in here.

They're not the only things
out there.

Others! Our kind has
gotten more ruthless!

And that is why
I have you.

Come, let's enjoy
this time we have.

Go see your family
and meet us at the table.

Thank you.

But I think
I'll eat at home.

As you wish.

And don't let them
get to you.

You and I both know that what you
do, what I do,

keeps this place from
falling into anarchy.

Now, go see your wife and
that little girl of yours.

Not so little anymore.

Time does fly.

Let's just hope we can
make it last long enough

for our children to have
a peaceful world once more.

That's the only thing
I pray for.

You pray?

Only for that.

Religion went to
shit long before the world did.

The way it was practiced
especially.

But I believe in faith.

In hope.

Without hope...

what point humanity?

Animal!
You're an animal!

He was my son!

My only son!
My one son!

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Fuck her
and her idiot son.

Don't you like it?

Not that much.

Thank you.

- Do you have something?
- Not yet.

Go.

Are you drawing
Fred again?

It's for Henry.
He never saw a dog before.

Not a real one, I mean.

I told him about having Fred
when I was little,

and he wanted to see
what he looked like.

Well, it's really good.

Thanks.

- So how's the painting of your father coming?
- It's almost finished.

But he hardly has time
to sit for me anymore.

He's a busy man.

All right, time for dinner.
Clear all that up.

Hey, why don't we sit with
everyone else like we used to?

Honey, Dad thinks it's
important we have some time,

just us,
as a family.

But I thought
everyone here was a family.

One big family.

That's what everyone says.

It's what Gabriel says,
and my teachers.

We are an extended
family, but...

it's nice to have time
just us too, you know?

- Okay.
- Okay. Put it away.

Knock, knock.

Dad!

Hey, honey.

- How are you?
- Good.

Good.

Hey.

Wash up.

All right, babe, it's time for
you to finish your schoolwork.

Okay.
The painting's almost done.

Right.

Uh, let me talk with Mom for five
minutes, and I will sit for you.

Okay, great.

Okay, what's wrong?

You and Joe weren't out looking
for food or gas today, were you?

No.

Was it Tony?

Seems like
you already know.

People were giving
me dirty looks all day.

He was a thief.

I know. They know.

But he was human.

How many of us
are left?

There'd be a lot fewer if we
didn't stop people like him.

But he was so young.

And people liked him.

And now they hate you,

and they hate me and Bree
by extension.

Well, then,
it's time to leave.

How?

Where?

The car is
already loaded.

Water, food, guns.

We head up north,
where the man said it was.

Haven.

That is a story
you heard

from a dying man
on the side of a road.

A stranger.

Bree is 12.

She can believe
in unicorns.

I believe it.

You're the only one.

- DJ does.
- DJ doesn't count.

- DJ wasn't here in the beginning.
- Neither was I.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Uh, hey, Dad?

Oh. Sorry.

You, young lady,

have impeccable timing.

Well, thank you.

Okay.
Let's let your dad get some sleep now.

Uh, we'll finish
tomorrow, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Sleep tight.
- And don't let anything bite.

Never.

- Who?
- Me.

All clear?

Clear.

Fuck!

Get Bree, get your "go" bag.

- What?
- Get Bree, get your "go" bag.

Should I sound
the alarm?

- Yes, do it.
- Okay.

This is DJ, last of the old breed,
sending the good word to the good people.

Haven, come on.
We know you're out there.

Let us know, and we'll... Hold on.

Listen very carefully.
Our base has been compromised.

We're under attack. It is not safe here.
Stay away from the old rice mill.

Head north. I believe
that is where Haven is.

Maybe I'll see you there.
This is DJ, signing off.

Go, go!
Get to the bunker! Go! Hurry!

- Is there anything I can do?
- Go! Get to the bunker!

Get back!

- What's happening?
- We're under attack.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Your duty remains in this
room, protecting me!

Bree! Bree, get up!
Where's your "go" bag?

- What?
- Where's your "go" bag?

It's up there.

Okay, come on,
get dressed.

- Where's Dad?
- He's where he needs to be.

Come on.

Hurry up! Get inside!

Come on!

Get inside
and lock the door! Go!

Get inside! Go!

Joe! Thank God.

You traitor.

Where's your God now?

No, no. No, no.
Please, please, please.

I'll come back
for you later.

It's Sharon and Bree!
Open the door!

Open the door, goddamn it!

Okay, baby, it's gonna be all right.
Let's get back to the house, okay?

Why?

Why?

Because you never
let me drive!

Run, Bree! Run!

Bree?

Mom!

Sharon?

Mama! No, please, God!

We have to stop the bleeding.
I have bandages.

It's too late.

- No, Dad. We have to try.
- Bree...

It's too late.

Even if we stopped
the bleeding,

she'll turn.

Please?

Don't let her turn.

I won't.

I'm here.

I'm here. I'm here.

You got to let go.

Let go, baby.

Let go.

Good-bye, Mama.

I loved you so much.

I love you.

Right in here. Come on.

Fucking Joe.

Death was too good for him.

I should've left him
to the dead.

But shooting him
felt good.

And right now,
I need to feel good.

I used to kill people
for a living.

Now I kill the dead
to live.

There's irony in there somewhere.

I don't care
what it takes.

I have to keep her alive.

Haven was a rumor,
people said.

I didn't think so.

A while back, I found a man
dying by the side of the road,

his car wrecked,

his family dead
beside him.

Trying to get to Haven,
he said.

Up north.

Place of safety. None of those
things that used to be people.

Doctors, researchers.
Army, maybe.

Heard it
on a radio broadcast.

Not close enough, maybe.

Maybe it is just a rumor.

But right now,
it's all we got: hope.

Hey.

Hey.

How did they get in?

Those dead things?

Joe. He betrayed us.

Joe?

I thought he was your friend.
Wasn't he?

Guess not.

Why? I don't understand.

Some people have
a mean streak in them.

He was never
really happy.

Wanted more, I guess.

Thought he could
run things.

And now he's dead.

All those people...
our friends, my mother...

they're all dead too!

Shh! We don't have any walls.
We have to be quiet out here.

Where are they?

Anywhere.

Everywhere.

What happened?

Oh.

Bullet
must've grazed me.

Does it hurt?

Nah.

Hey.

Why don't you go...

take care of business?

Don't go too far.
Make sure I can see you.

Daddy?

Be very quiet.

Faster.

As soon as
we close the door,

they'll hear us.

Shh, shh, shh.

Her mother was dead.

And I would be soon too.

I had 12 hours...

maybe more, maybe less...

to find Haven.

To give her a chance
to have a life.

Now I just had to find the damn
place before I checked out.

I know one thing:
I won't wait to turn.

I'll save one bullet
for me.

- You hungry?
- No.

You didn't have
breakfast.

Not hungry.

Maybe some water. Why don't you
take a look in the duffel bag.

- Can you help me?
- Yeah.

This food looks
really old.

Military-grade rations.
Dehydrated and vacuum-sealed.

You know, it's still edible

and not all that bad-tasting.

I found them on an army base.

It says
it's cheese spread.

Cheese spread?

Ingredients
not in regular cheese.

Ah.

Maybe find something else.

Cookies are good.

Hmm.

Cookie.

Weapons training.

What?

We're gonna do this in bits and
pieces, all right?

- Okay.
- Take my gun.

Finger off the trigger.
I don't want you shooting in the car.

Nope. Uh-uh. Don't point it at
anything you don't want to shoot at.

What now?

Okay, see that button
on the side of the handle?

- This one? Okay.
- Yes.

Press that,
the clip will come out.

- Yeah.
- Good. Put it down.

Now check the slide.
It's this part right here.

Pull it back.
What do you see inside?

- Nothing.
- Good. Put it down.

Okay. Slide out those bullets gently.
Don't drop them.

One, two, three. Yes.

I want you to reload.

There's a box of ammo in my
pack, duffel bag back there.

- Okay.
- Red-and-black box.

Okay.

Take out some bullets.

Load up the clip
like it's...

Pez candy.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay, it's all filled.

Good.

Unload it and do it again.

Come on.

Okay, good.
Put the clip down.

Pick up the gun.

Slide it back. Make sure
there's nothing inside.

- Nope.
- Good.

Practice how to aim.
Roll down your window.

- All right.
- Pick a target.

The trees, sign, anything.

- Okay, I'll do that big tree over there.
- All right.

- Bam!
- Hey, no noise. Just pretend.

I mean, that was
pretending, but no noise.

Okay. Ooh, sign.

I got it.

- You missed. High and left.
- What? How do you know?

I used to teach people
how to do this.

What do you mean?

- Never mind.
- Tell me.

- It's not important.
- It is to me.

I used to kill people
for a living.

Can I pull the trigger?

Yeah.
It's called dry firing.

Don't do it too much.
Wear out the connection. Two times.

Okay.

- Oh. That's not easy.
- Good.

Means it's a safe gun.

I never thought
any gun was totally safe.

I suppose not.

Keep practicing.

Okay.

You missed.

Missed again.

That time, I got it.

- What's wrong?
- I, uh...

I just need a second.

Okay.

Hey. All right, scoot over.
Driving lesson.

What?

Come on.
It'll be fun.

All right.

You know, other than you,
this is my baby.

- I know.
- All right.

Luckily,
this is an automatic.

All you have to do is keep
your foot on the brake,

- Mm-hmm.
- and shift out of park into D, drive,

or R, reverse.

- Yes. Yeah.
- Okay?

You never step on the gas
and brake at the same time.

You only use your right foot.
Left foot stays to the side.

- Okay.
- Right foot, gas or brake.

- Understood?
- Yes.

- Okay.
- Can I start it?

Seat belts.

Ah.

Okay,
where are we going?

North, to Haven.

I thought that was a myth.

Let's find out.

Start it up.
Foot on the brake.

Brake.

- Press the start button.
- Okay.

All right.

Shift it from park
to D, drive.

- Okay.
- Foot off the brake, onto the gas.

Press slowly.

Good.

Slow down, slow down.

- Hey, watch.
- Okay.

You drive
like your mother.

- Is that bad?
- No.

It's really bad.

- Pay attention.
- Okay.

Are you breathing?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

All right.

Keep going.
Pay attention.

Slow down.

Slow down?

I know it's not much,
but...

happy birthday.

Dad...

my birthday's tomorrow.

I know, but...

why wait, right?

Mom. She's not here.

Honey,
it's too soon, I know.

We will grieve when we get to Haven.
I promise.

But for now, let's...

just be happy we have
each other, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday
Dear Bree ♪

Scoot over.

I'm sorry.

No worries.
You did good.

You stopped in time.

No damage done.

Who were they, anyway?

Bandits. Scum.
Living off good people.

Like the ones
that attacked our home.

Yes. Never trust them.

How are we going to trust
the people at Haven?

If it's real,
they have to trust us.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- You're sweating a lot.

It's adrenaline.

- Grab me a water?
- Sure.

Whoa.

Your mom said, "Never share
open bottles," right?

I guess so.

That was recent.

Bree?

Take this.

It's loaded.

Don't point it at me,
don't point it at yourself.

I need you to go outside,

keep guard,
eyes and ears.

You see something
coming at us,

you point
and you squeeze hard.

- You understand?
- Mm-hmm.

But I don't think
I can do it.

I need you to.

All right?

I'll teach you more
about it later.

Right now,

you point
and you squeeze.

Got it?

Yeah.

All right.
Take your seat belt off.

Once we get outside,
you leave the door open, okay?

Eyes and ears.

All right.

Watch!

Daddy!

Dad!

Shoot it!

- Shoot it!
- I can't.

Get in the car.
Get in the car!

It's okay.

No. It's not.

I could've died.
You could've died too.

Just like Mom.

It's your first time.
It's okay.

I need to learn...

how to kill them.

I have an idea.

One thing the old world never
lacked was guns and ammo.

I have plenty of both...

and little time.

I already feel weak, dizzy.

She saw the sweat.

I can only
explain it away so long.

Soon we must talk.

But not yet.

All right,
come here.

You're gonna start
with the rifle.

Killing for the first time
is easier at a distance.

The scope
will help you aim.

Keep your finger off the trigger
until we're ready, all right?

- Okay.
- If you can,

you find high ground and something
to stabilize the weapon against.

Come on.

And don't point that at me.

Don't you point that at anything
you don't want to shoot.

Okay.

All right,
come over here.

You're gonna use this tree to
stabilize your gun, all right?

You're gonna watch for anything
on this side of the hill.

- I'm gonna watch our backs, all right?
- Yeah.

It's a single-shot.

That means
it shoots one time,

and then you've
got to reload.

- You see that lever right there?
- Mm-hmm.

Push it out, pull it back.

Okay. That's where
you put the bullet in.

Right? Push it forward.
You just reloaded it.

Down. You shoot.

All right?
You pull it back and repeat.

- Okay.
- Got that?

All right.

The scope, you're gonna see
some crosshairs in there.

You line those crosshairs up
right between the eyes,

right in the middle
of the forehead.

Squeeze the trigger.
Don't pull.

And very important... Listen to me.
Hey! Listen to me.

You squeeze and exhale.

You're gonna feel some jolt,
all right, a kick, the butt.

- Yep. Mm-hmm.
- All right?

So, nice and stable,
strong.

Don't put your head
too close to the scope.

- You know why?
- Why?

It will hit back
and give you an idiot cut.

- You don't want that.
- Mm-mmm.

Any questions?

I think I'm good.

All right.

Take some of these rounds,

put them in your pocket where
you can get to them easily.

Why don't you
load one in?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay, finger off the trigger
until you're ready to go.

They're gonna come
from everywhere.

You cover everything
on that side.

I got our backs.

All right.

Daddy!

Okay.

Good.

Bree?

Oh.

Watch your six.

Get in the car.
Get in the car.

Get me another water,
please.

Oh, God.

You got bit,
didn't you?

Stop the car.

- Bree...
- Now.

Now, show me.

You lied to me.

I had to.

You knew you were dying
this whole time.

I had to get you to a safe place.
I had to try.

A safe place?

With no mom or dad?

I had to try.

I'm sorry.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna live.

Be happy.

How?

I don't know.

But you're gonna find a way.

I can't.
Not without you,

not without Mom.

Yes, you can.

You will. For us.

Please?

We can't.

My blood, sweat...

We don't know
if it's safe.

Bree, no! No!

No!

Bree!

You okay?

Bree! Good job.

Come on. Follow me.
Stay with me.

Gun forward! Gun forward!

I'm okay! Go!

Move back!
Move back!

- Let's go.
- I've got a car up the road.

Thank you.

I'm Rose and this is Sylvia.
Our home was overrun last night.

We are searching
for Haven.

So are we.

I'm Bree.
This is my dad.

You can't drive.

Can you?

Yeah.

Good.

So, you got a name?

- Does it matter?
- Oh.

All right.

First rule: If you start
looking like you want to eat us,

Rose puts a bullet in you.

Got it?

Got it.

Just take care
of my daughter.

We will.

Thank you.

How's the gas?

Quarter of a tank.

Dad?

Daddy?

Yeah. I'm here.

I'm here.

Bandages.
We need to stop the bleeding.

Doesn't matter.

You'll bleed to death.
Do it.

She's right.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I should've
told you earlier.

That bite
looks fresh.

It is.

Second one?

Yeah.

I got one...

on my arm
earlier this morning.

Bad luck.

Yeah.

Bad fucking luck.

Let's check again.

If you can hear this,
you're on the right path.

Take Highway 7
and keep heading north.

Stay on Highway 7.

It will lead you down
into a river.

And then there's a path to the right.
Take it.

Be aware.

There's hundreds,
maybe thousands of them around.

Run as fast as you can.
If you're lucky, they won't find you.

Oh, my God!

- It's real!
- It seems so.

Or it could be a trap.
Do you know where she's talking about?

Yeah.
Keep heading north.

We should be there
before sunset.

Is this Highway 7?

It is.

- Can we make it?
- Is there enough?

Maybe.

Medicine. Doctors.

They can help you, Daddy!

Bree,
there's no cure.

You don't know that.
It's been years.

They might have
found something.

Yeah. Could be.
You never know.

I had no hope.

There was no cure.
She knew that.

Rose and Sylvia
knew it too.

Everyone did.

But she's my little girl.

Hope...

Every father has to
let go at some point.

I hope I've done enough.

I know Sharon did.

The rest is
out of our hands now.

You're just like
your mother.

Beautiful,

smart,

strong.

You know you're my favorite
daughter, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

We need you to survive.

You be smart,
and you be brave.

I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

I'll never forget
what you did for me.

I know.

You'd better go.

You got this.

You got this.

Go, baby.

And don't let
anything bite.

Sleep tight.

Fucking unicorns.

Welcome to Haven.

My father made
the ultimate sacrifice for us.

For me.

I'm sure
he wasn't a perfect man,

but I never cared
about that.

He was
the perfect husband

and the best father
I could ever ask for.

Thank you for chasing
unicorns with me, Dad,

and for giving me a chance.

I'm gonna do my best
to make it count.

And God help anyone...

that gets in my way.

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