Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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