I do not own 28 Days Later.

I do love Frank.

Goodbye

"Hannah, I love you very much."

The second the single drop of blood hit his eye . . .

Bleedin' hell, what a shot. One in a million, gah-

. . . he knew it was over.

Fifteen, twenty seconds and he would be . . . changed.

Infected.

Feral.

Zombified.

Raged.

Everything that he made him him, everything that made him human, would be gone.

In an instant.

In a single drop of blood.

". . . I love you very much."

His entire fifty-two years of existence.

Youth in Dublin.

Moving to London, construction worker.

Meeting Diane, falling in love, getting married.

The miscarriages.

Hannah.

Diane's bout with cancer.

Cancer that ate up her bones, ate up her marrow.

Ate up her life.

But not her gentle smile, never that.

Forgoing dating, choosing to raise his daughter himself.

With the help of a few friends and neighbours.

Cabbing.

And most recently, surviving the zombie/rage/infection apocalypse.

Until until now, anyway.

Hannah, Hannah, I have tried to keep you safe.

I'm sorry I failed.

I . . .

"I love you."

She would not understand, she would not accept.

She would not be okay.

Not right now.

But maybe, eventually.

Keep her safe. Please.

My baby girl.

My cheeky little monkey.

My daughter.

Keep her safe.

Please.

From . . .

"Dad?"

. . . me.

I love Frank. I love Hannah.

I love this whole damn movie.

Anyway.

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