This is not a drill.
Please stay indoors.
Help is on its way.
Help is on its way...
Hey, how do you spell "survivor"?
With an ''o'' or an ''e''?
It doesn't matter. We could even make up a language.
English, Spanish, Elvish...
Alright, got it.
This thing is killing me. I'm taking it off.
-Are you mad? -The instructions were clear.
Precisely! Let's review them.
One: electrical clouds colliding on the morning of December 21.
Two: toxic gas emission.
Three: world-wide drop of temperatures.
Four: zone zero free of gas by 9 p.m.
That was over half an hour ago. That's enough.
What if we voted?
Humanity is dead, it could be the New World Assembly.
One persone, one vote.
No tie possible.
What kind of moron are you?
You live next to a Decathlon so you play the cool guy
with your neoprene suit and your RoboCop helmet.
But I can't breathe with this plastic. That's enough!
Exactly, if we set up a quarantine protocol...
That's bullshit! It's fine.
There we go. Now we're talking.
Chickenshits!
Maybe he's right.
Maybe we can remove our helmet. It's rather uncomfortable.
My calculation for the security protocol said 9:35 p.m.
I'm keeping it one more minute. Suit yourself.
Do you feel something?
So you're alright?
Of course. Just peachy.
Do you have nausea or a headache?
Son of a bitch! Get out of here. Shit!
I told that idiot that we should wait a couple more minutes.
He exploded! He exploded right in front of me!
I have his brain on my helmet. Get if off me!
Fucking disgusting hotshot.
Even at the world's end, he lacked rigor.
I should have known when we met at the Manga Fair.
''One: electrical clouds colliding in the morning.
Two...''
One, two...
What's happening, Sophie?
Your helmet.
That's it, it's the end, right?
It can't be! It was supposed to be a brand new beginning.
Wait. What does the protocol say? What time is it?
It's 9:37 p.m.
It is? So we've been safe for two minutes already!
Why don't you remove your helmet?
My calculation might not be right.
I may not have calibrated properly the gravimetric sensors
when measuring the toxic particles fallout.
Sophie, you were always the smartest of us.
Your problem is that you don't believe it.
Jean-Paul was a great theorist, but too impulsive.
To be honest...
If we are the only survivors left and we need to start over mankind,
better with you than with someone so unsound.