My name is Ruth Collins.
I lost my husband.
You were married? Children?
A daughter.
I've been wandering ever since.
Hiding at night.
Not eating more than scraps.
Sick with morning.
Unable to sleep.
Don't touch me.
Don't...touch me...
You must be hungry.I'll fix you some dinner.
But you said he was your friend.
But you lived through all this, do you know why?
Perhaps I was chosen.
That's a laugh.
Where are you going? (Let me go!)
You can't go out there. It’s almost sunset!
Let me go, I said! (You can't go out there!)
In a few minutes, (I don't care!)
The streets will be full of them! (Let me go!)
At least let me give you a blood test. (I don't care.)
Don't touch me.
Or perhaps it's because a long time ago when I worked in Panama...
I have immunity...
It's only a guess, but it's all I have to go on.
You don't think that I'm immune, do you?
It's a simple matter to find out whether you are or not.
What will you do if I am infected?
You are one of them.
I was. And without that injection, I'll be one again.
What do you mean?
You found a solution? (That's right.)
Exactly as you said it could be...
I take that for it.
I take that for it.
"We"? "We"?
There are quite number of us.
Now, I want the truth.
I want all of it. Why are you here?
To find out if you know any more than we do.
You know far less.
We're alive. Infected, yes, but alive.
You can't join us.
You're a monster to them.
Why do you think I ran when I saw you?
Even thought I was assigned to spy on you.
Because I was so terrified of what I'd heard about you.
And you pretended to be shocked at my violence.