-Forgive me, Mama.
-Kid, if I remind you of your mama, you got bigger problems than a hole in your head.
-If you just hear my confession, I can move on, Mama.
-Confession? Yeah, sure. Go ahead. Knock yourself out.
-Mama, the world. It’s run by devils. They, they look like people, but they’re devils. Great-Grandpa, he showed me things. Things I wish I never saw. I got to tell it to you, Mama, so that I won’t have it in me anymore. And then I can be free.
Imaginary friend!
They, they look like people, but they’re devils.
Hello? Anybody there?
You’re all going to die down here.
Oh, there you are.
I did hear you.
-Tell us what the hell is going on down here.
-Research and development.
An uncontrolled pattern of infection began.
I couldn’t allow it to escape from the Hive. So, I took steps. You must understand, those who become infected, I cant allow you to leave.
