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They'll kill the rest of us, too.
- Man the gate! - Ready yourselves!
Don't cheer too loud.
I'll take this watch.
Stop hoarding toilet paper, You Cunts!
Most of their men are up top.
Mother save me. Father save me When a guy pooped his pants very badly
- We have to hold the gate. - But we need men here.
- Sam. - Yeah?
Come on, come on.
Hold the fucking gate!
Where are we going?
I'll get help.
And she never offered.
The bars of those gates are four inches of cold-rolled steel.
- How did you know-- - That it was you?
Get him inside.
Find a weapon, Olly. Fight them.
Shh. Shh.
Thorne gave me strict orders to not open the gate.
Protect the gate!
More words.
Who's left to give orders?
And she was nice and soft down below.
They'll hit us again tonight.
To fi--- you can't do that.
Come on!
Let's go. There's two.
No discipline. No training.
Draw!
Clear the way! Let's go!