- [a click of a gun stops them in their tracks. Vasiliy Fet steps out of the shadows, aiming at Eph]
- Vasiliy Fet: Say something so I know you're not one of them.
- Jim Kent: You can put the gun down. We tried the door. Nobody answered. This is a legitimate medical emergency. We broke in to requisition supplies.
- Vasiliy Fet: Requisition, huh? You look like a bunch of looters to me.
- Dr. Ephraim Goodweather: We're from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Who are you?
- Vasiliy Fet: I'm a looter.
- Vasiliy Fet: I need the rules. What kills these things, apart from direct sunlight?
- Abraham Setrakian: The brainstem must be destroyed or severed from the spinal cord.
- Vasiliy Fet: So beheading, or rebar bashing. What about guns?
- Abraham Setrakian: Lead rounds can maim them if they strike bone. Flesh wounds heal without pain. Only... silver truly... hurts them. They fear it.
- Vasiliy Fet: Silver sword and silver bullet. And that nail gun that you have there? Aside from silver nails, uh... what? standard issue?
- Abraham Setrakian: From Home Depot.
- [Setrakian walks past]
- Vasiliy Fet: Vasiliy Fet.
- [Setrakian stops, they turn around to face each other again]
- Vasiliy Fet: [extends hand] It's good to know you.
- Abraham Setrakian: [moves sword to left hand] Abraham Setrakian.
- [Setrakian grasps Vasiliy's hand]
- Abraham Setrakian: Pleasure.