Come on, then.
Come on! Nate!
Ammo's out! Come on.
- You're not going back!
- Nate!
Had enough?
Come on, you fucking beauties.
Come on, now, let's have ya!
Where's everybody else?
There's nobody else!
Let's go!
Nate? Nate!
Go!
Before the first dawn,
there was a battle in Heaven. 
The Enemy was cast out
and fell to Earth... 
an evil star... 
broken in body but not in pride... 
consumed by envy and hate... 
it conspired to remake
man in its own image. 
And thus the enemy
created a machine. 
A machine that stripped the
souls from the dead and dying... 
and replaced them with
its own dark essence...
Neachdainn, founder of our Order...
assembled the ancient tribes of man.
Together, they defeated the enemy... 
and sealed his machine
beneath the Earth. 
The war has broken the Great Seal
and awoken the Machine. 
Released from their prison
the mutants dragged every body... 
to the pit where the
Great Seal once lay... 
and deep beneath the ground... 
the gears of the Machine
began to turn again. 
Changing the dead and the dying. 
Mutating them into
the enemies of Man. 
Even the power of the four
Corporations couldn't stop them. 
The Chronicles promised us
that one would rise... 
and follow the path of Neachdainn,
down into hell itself... 
and deliver Mankind from oblivion. 
I travelled to
see the Corporations... 
to plead with them
to fulfil the Prophecy... 
and defeat the enemy of Man. 
How much time do we have?
Days. Less, maybe.
Begin the evacuation.
Evacuation?
Move the key personnel
to off world colonies...
and then we can
reassess our situation.
Am I to understand that
you would abandon the Earth?
Yes, Brother. You understand well.
We are finished here.
And even with all your ships...
how many millions do you
think you'll leave behind?
And do you think that the Enemy
will stop at this world? They won't.
They'll follow you.
They will follow you
no matter where you run.
There is still hope!
- What hope?
- Fulfil the Chronicles!
Give me 20 soldiers and a ship!
And what can these twenty do
that our armies could not?
They can go where an army cannot.
They can go down into the earth.
They can destroy the Machine.
I know what you must be thinking.
You men of science, of commerce.
But I am a man of faith.
And I am asking you...
I am begging you...
Have faith.
Not in me. Not even in this.
But faith in Man...
Faith that the ones you would
leave behind deserve a chance.
- Where are we going?
- Come on. Hold on to the ticket.
Run!
Hurry!
Come on.
Leave it! Run!
That's ours.
There it is. Come on.
Good boy, come on.
Evacuation passes?
But I had two tickets.
I have it here, wait.
- Take the child and leave her.
- Put me down!
- Mum!
- Get off me!
No!
- Mum!
- No!
No!
No!
No!
Who could imagine we should
see days like these?
You should have gone, Brother.
The barricades are crumbling...
they'll be here soon.
When do you leave?
The absence of gravity interferes
with my digestion, so...
I shall stay.
Perhaps Man can make a fresh
start on the New Worlds.
But they won't need
this old serpent around...
making the same mistakes.
Where will you go?
I shall return to my
brothers and sisters.
How will you get there? The city
is under siege on all sides.
It shall be as God wills.
"As God wills"...
yes, perhaps it will be.
I have a ship. It won't hold twenty.
You'll have to make do with less.
Take these.
- And what are they?
- Off world tickets.
They should help you recruit
some men for your mission.
Why are you doing this?
Many men think they are going to die,
Brother. A few of us know it.
And the closer I get to my end...
I find