INT. MOBILE QUARANTINE UNIT – NIGHT
Red lights pulse inside a reinforced military transport. The interior smells of antiseptic and sweat. Panic buzzes in the air as eight civilians, bound in isolation seats, jolt with every turn. Among them: JASON (28, ex-paramedic), LENA (22, student, shell-shocked), and DR. CALVIN RHO (50s, stern government virologist).
LOUDSPEAKER:
"Quarantine Zone Epsilon-4. Do not remove restraints. Remain calm."
Lena stares wide-eyed at Jason, whispering.
LENA:
“They said we’d be safe... why the restraints?”
JASON (grim):
“If you were in Zone 9 two hours ago, you’re not safe. You're considered exposed.”
Suddenly, the vehicle halts with a violent lurch. Screams erupt. A soldier from the rear compartment opens the inner hatch, blood streaked across his armor.
SOLDIER (panicked):
“They’re inside! We’ve got breach on the north gate!”
DR. RHO:
“Do NOT open the—”