Mac, y'know, I'm gonna kill you.

I mean, c'mon, man you do not invite somebody that you know is gonna give people heart attacks, and then just not warn me. You are damn lucky I didn't put a goddamn bullet in his head.

That I'm new hasn't seemed to escape anyone out here, so I'll go ahead and tell you; stop mentioning it. We all know, now, a'ight?

Listen, I'm looking for some...supplies, medical, sheet metal, information, anything. I'm willing to make deals and show you what I know. I've been in this city a long time, so I know what I'm doing, and, now that there' ( Read more... )

Clearing his throat, Doctor Robert Neville speaks clearly into the microphone, with an almost bored professional tone.

"December twenty-six, personal notes of Dr. Robert Neville, ground zero, New York City."

A sharp snap, incongruously louder than the voice, followed by the sound of a hand-held tape recorder's playback, scratchy audio artifacts ( Read more... )