A futuristic action thriller where a team of people work to prevent a disaster threatening the future of the human race.

Eden Sinclair: [upon seeing someone wearing knight's armor riding up to them] You don't see that every day.
Sol: [yelling to mob] This is our city! Whoever they send here, we're gonna catch them, we're gonna cook them, and we're gonna eat them!
[first lines]
Kane: Like so many epidemics before, the loss of so many lives began with a single microscopic organism. It's human nature to seek even the smallest comfort in reason, or logic for events as catastrophic as these. But a virus doesn't choose a time or place. It doesn't hate or even care. It just happens.
Dr. Ben Stirling: Jesus. What've they got in here, the lost ark?
Sol: We have a rare treat in store for you tonight!
[crowd cheers]
Sol: Medium... fucking... rare!
[crowd cheers even louder]
[last lines]
Eden Sinclair: [throwing Sal's head on the ground] If you're hungry, have a piece of your friend.
Bill Nelson: [to Sinclair] You carry on the way you're going, you're going to wind up one seriously fucked up individual.
Sol: The hounds are hungry! It's feeding time at the fucking zoo!
Kane: In the land of the infected, the immune man is king.
Cellar Guard: [to Sinclair] If you're hungry, have a piece of your friend.
Michael Canaris: Rough ride?
Eden Sinclair: Rough enough.
Kane: Abandon any such hope.
Eden Sinclair: No.
Eden Sinclair: You know where Kane is?
Cally: I should. He's my father.
Viper: [upon seeing Sinclair] This one's for Sol.
John Hatcher: Yesterday if I turned up on the six o'clock news with a survivor in tow, they would've strung me up from the nearest lightpost by the balls. But in 48 hours, I arrive with a survivor and cure... sure, they won't give a flying fuck about the survivor, but they'll be lining up to kiss my ass for that cure.
Eden Sinclair: What were you doing in the city?
Cally: I went to find my brother... Sol.
Eden Sinclair: That maniac is your brother?
Norton: That is one fucked up family, man.
Bill Nelson: [as Sinclair puts her fake eye in her socket] I'll never get used to that.
Bill Nelson: [to Eden about going back to the city] You're going there? If there is such a thing as hell on earth, that's it.
Sol: [to Sinclair] I could eat you right up!
Kane: So, tell me, what's it like out there now?
Eden Sinclair: What do you care?
Kane: I'm curious.
Eden Sinclair: Same shit, different era.
Sol: [to his followers] This is our city!
Kane: They started this fire. They can burn in it!
Kane: I knew they'd be watching the cities. That's why we chose this place. Out of sight, out of mind. I suppose it was only a matter of time before they sent someone to ask the question "why are you alive, when you should be dead?"
Michael Canaris: It's the Reaper virus.
John Hatcher: Oh dear god.
Michael Canaris: It's back.
Bill Nelson: Once you're over that wall, there's no rules, no back-up.
Eden Sinclair: Better that way.
Sol: [after hitting Sinclair] I'm so sorry. I got a bit carried away.
Eden Sinclair: I'll tell you what I lost. I lost my mind.
Sol: The wind of change is blowing a hurricane! Give 'em hell!
Michael Canaris: Leave the dying to die.
DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, here he is, the head chef, the big cheese. The sunshine of your lives, it's Sooooooool!
Kane: These walls around you; they were built to last, and so shall we. What we've built here, from the ashes, is pure blood. Uninfected by the outside world... until now.
Dr. Ben Stirling: Have you found the cure?
Kane: Ah, even now you still cling to hope, huh? If I were you, I'd abandon any such thought.
Dr. Ben Stirling: There's always hope.
Kane: But there is no cure. There never was. We had prevailed here, not because of science but through natural selection. Survival of the fittest. We have earned the right to live here.

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