Uh, hello?
[moaning]
Hey, guys.
[moaning]
Uh, [chuckles]
Lori, I think something's wrong with the-
[shrieking]
[moaning]
[screaming]
What the?
He looks okay, but we'd better check him.
986 degrees. He's good. Let him go.
Will someone please tell me what the heck is going on?
Haven't you heard?
This morning our house became infested
with an acute febrile contagious virus,
or, as it's known on the street, the flu.
With 13 Louds packed into 1200 square feet,
when someone gets sick, it spreads like the plague.
We're not just talking the flu,
we're talking a zombie apocalypse.
The first virus sighting was in Lori's room.
You have got a fever, young lady.
You need to get right back in bed.
[sneezing]
[moaning]
Morning.
[belching]
[shattering]
Mom! Lana's drinking from the carton!
[coughing]
And now she's coughing on me!
[moaning]
Okay, the only survivors are you, me, Leni, Luan,
Luna, and Lucy.
Wait. Lucy's infected.
Incorrect. I always look like this.
If we want to live to see another day,
I suggest we initiate escape protocol ASAP.
I'm on it. Healthy Loud to safe haven.
We've got a level four outbreak.
The flu? Lincoln, give it to me straight.
Did Lori make it?
Negative. [gasping]
Why?! Why?! Why?!
Sorry. I know we can't afford the luxury of grief right now.
I'll have everything ready.
Cots, medical supplies, and my patented Heal Meals.
How many survivors?
Six.
[sneezing]
Make that five.
Guys, no, it's
[laughing]
[moaning]
She's infected! Get her out!
[moaning]
Guys, don't you think we should take care of the sick?
After all, they're still our family.
No, dude, it's too late for them.
But not for us.
Everyone, out of the house. Let's move.
Wait. We can't just go out there
with our proverbial keisters hanging out.
In case we're attacked,
this concoction will slow down the infected.
Tastes like chicken soup.
That's because it is chicken soup.
Um, I don't know if we should-
Stock and load, people!
Look sharp. They could be anywhere.
Luna! Three o'clock!
[moaning]
[screaming]
Lisa! Six o'clock!
Eat hot zilla!
[moaning]
[thudding]
Leni! Nine o'clock!
Lincoln, make up your mind. What time is it?
No! Behind you!
[gasping] Want a tissue?
[grunting, thudding]
Lincoln, where is your heart?
Where is your brain? We're trying to stay alive here!
Dudes, help!
[moaning]
[screaming]
[moaning]
Evacuate!
[moaning]
Think, Loud. You've seen a million zombie movies.
Wait, I've got it.
[moaning]
[unintelligible] Lincoln's one of them now.
In that case...
Hold your fire. I'm just trying to blend in.
Come on. It's our ticket to freedom.
[moaning]
Aw. They sound so sick. Do you guys need a cough drop?
[moaning]
Leni, you're putting the squad in jeopardy,
and I won't have it.
Wait. Where's Lucy?
Dang it. We lost another one.
She was so young. Healthy Loud to safe haven.
We're down to three survivors.
Sorry to hear it, healthy Loud. Everything's set on this end.
Quick question for the Heal Meals.
Does everyone eat guacamole?
Affirmative and hey, safe haven, thanks.
We're tasting freedom in three, two.
[moaning]
[screaming]
The virus has jumped species!