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From what we saw in that scene in the grocery store in 28 Days Later anyone left in London at least would probably not have to worry too much about food -at least for a while-ie long enough for the infected to start dying ?
28 Days Later - Death of a Nation
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I am not sure, that this scene was improbable a little. When the power is off, refrigerators are off as well, aren't they?
Blue Moon
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Great point but the scene does show them getting mostly canned er tinned items
It also shows lots of produce gone bad except for Frank's irradiated apples.I'm surprised it hasn't been looted. Of course armed guards would probably be protecting shops and by the time they were forced to leave it would be too dangerous for looters to go out on the streets anyway.
This. And now that the infected are dying it would be a bit easier to get out and salvage what was left. Assuming, of course, you had enough food to be able to hide until this point...
FOR REAL THOUGH.
Even if it wasn't genetically modified, it was still fucking EBOLA.
A fictional screenplay of the first film made based on the events of the epidemic
Dying Island
Written by Alex Garland
Based on a true story
Written by Alex Garland
Based on a true story
A drop of blood falls in slow motion with a plain white background, splashing slowly as it hits the ground.
A slow, haunting version of "London Bridge is Falling Down" sung by children begins to play.
MUSIC : London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down...
Images of violence taken from news reports : Footage of crime scene tape being strung across a street in Cambridge by two police officers with blue flashing lights in the background lighting up the night sky followed by grainy video footage from a camcorder of three rows of bodybags in a school gym hall acting as an ad hoc morgue.
MUSIC : London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady...
Scenes of paramedics wearing facemasks wheeling a restrained infected into a hospital A&E entrance followed by amateur video of people being rescued from rooftops by RAF Puma S&R helicopters near Huntingdon.
MUSIC: London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down...
Images of traffic jams on the M1 as people attempt to evacuate out of London; people can be seen sitting on the roofs of packed busses, desperate to escape. Footage of people jumping from Canary Warf holding hands. The next footage shows queues of planes waiting to take off from Heathrow Airport.
MUSIC : London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady...
A snippet of the famous last broadcast from the BBC as Huw Edwards gave a tearful sign off wishing good luck to the people of Britain followed by a fading image of the Union Flag at half mast over an abandoned Buckingham Palace.
INT. BEDROOM. TEN DOWNING STREET. NIGHT.
A close of up the face of Tony Blair (played by Michael Sheen)as he sleeps peacefully beside Cherie (Helen McCrory) There is a gentle knock at the door followed by Director of Communications Alistair Campell (Mark Bazeley) gently shaking the Prime Minister's shoulder.
Campbell : Prime Minister, i'm sorry to wake you but we have a situation...
Blair : Christ, Alistair what time is it ?
Campbell : Its nearly quarter to three in the morning. Its urgent.
Blair : Bloody better be World War 3 to wake me at this time.
Campbell : Some kind of disturbance in Cambridge. Emergency Services are stretched to breaking point. There's a cabinet meeting in half an hour.
Blair : What the hell's happening ?
Campbell : Thats the thing, nobody has a clue. It seems to be spontanious rioting but even worse than the Poll Tax riots. They're taking about dozens of people killed.
Blair : Good God. Ok, Let me get ready i'll be in the Cabinet Room in ten minutes.
...
Just an idea of how a film in this universe could go.
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I got the impression the supermarket was in 'The City' or maybe Canary Wharf which would have been closed and locked down fairly early as its all offices so the stuff survived as there was no residents to loot it.
The Times Online
KILLING VIRUS SPREADS
Despite the valiant efforts of emergency service personnel, the new virus continues to wreak havoc across South East England with tens of thousands dead and as many as 100,000 infected. A State of Emergency remains in effect for all of East Anglia and the Greater London Area with shoot to kill orders in effect for the armed forces and specialist police units.
"Containment Fails"
KILLING VIRUS SPREADS
Despite the valiant efforts of emergency service personnel, the new virus continues to wreak havoc across South East England with tens of thousands dead and as many as 100,000 infected. A State of Emergency remains in effect for all of East Anglia and the Greater London Area with shoot to kill orders in effect for the armed forces and specialist police units.
"Containment Fails"
The Health Secretary was forced to admit that government efforts to contain the outbreak had been "less than ideal" but praised the Health Protection Agency, the Emergency Services and the Armed Forces for their "exemplary service which has slowed the spread of the contagion"
Outbreaks have already affected northern boroughs of London leading to road closures and localised evacuations as well as additional armed police patrols. A dusk till dawn curfew has been ordered by the Mayor of London until further notice for all areas north of the Thames.
Outbreaks have already affected northern boroughs of London leading to road closures and localised evacuations as well as additional armed police patrols. A dusk till dawn curfew has been ordered by the Mayor of London until further notice for all areas north of the Thames.
"Emergency Services collapse"
All areas between Cambridge and North London has seen either a partial or complete break down of emergency services due to a combination of desertion and casualties amongst responding personnel. Several hundred police, paramedics, firefighters and hospital staff have become casualties themselves in the past ten days since the first case in Cambridge.
Civilian volunteers and military personnel have been drafted in to help in support roles to fill in the gap left by deserting emergency personnel, but rumours abound of mass desertions in the army too. Seventeen soldiers ranking from private to 1st Lieutenant were executed by firing squad last night having been found guilty of desertion by military tribunal.
Civilian volunteers and military personnel have been drafted in to help in support roles to fill in the gap left by deserting emergency personnel, but rumours abound of mass desertions in the army too. Seventeen soldiers ranking from private to 1st Lieutenant were executed by firing squad last night having been found guilty of desertion by military tribunal.
"Refugee Crisis Looms"
Shelters set up in hotels, parks, churches and schools by the Red Cross and the Salvation Army have been totally overwhelmed by people fleeing the increasing carnage in southern England forcing people to search further afield for safety. Massive refugee camps are being set up in France, Ireland, Spain and Norway to cope with several hundred thousand people who have already fled the UK. Many nations are already contemplating closing their borders.
"Martial law declared; troops in policing role"
Shelters set up in hotels, parks, churches and schools by the Red Cross and the Salvation Army have been totally overwhelmed by people fleeing the increasing carnage in southern England forcing people to search further afield for safety. Massive refugee camps are being set up in France, Ireland, Spain and Norway to cope with several hundred thousand people who have already fled the UK. Many nations are already contemplating closing their borders.
"Martial law declared; troops in policing role"
With a struggling police force stretched to breaking point, the Prime Minister has ordered armed soldiers to take to the streets of Britain's major cities to main law and order and enforce a state of martial law. Looters will be shot on sight and anyone breaking the curfew will be arrested and detained indefinately.
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Excerpt from "Scotland the Brave" by Jack McConnell.
The power had been flickering on and off for days, everyone doing their best to avoid admitting how scared they were by the carnage down south. Contact with London had ceased days earlier. The final news reports had told of death and destruction on an unimaginable scale across the rest of England. Riots and fires and massacres galore. Then the broadcasting south of the border stopped and we all took notice. The lack of news was more terrifying than the chaotic reports of the early days.
The Prime Minister and what little remained of his cabinet had landed in Edinburgh greeted by a small army of security personnel. London had fallen days earlier and the provisional capital at York had also been abandond as infected approached the city. What remained of the British govenment - increasingly influenced by the armed forces senior leadership - did what they could to retain some degree of law and order in what remained of the UK, but it was a failing effort.
The final collapse of the national grid also brought down most forms of mass communication, which only led to more panic. Armed police and later military units were given shoot to kill orders to deal with rioters and looters, but with manpower and ammunition scarce, criminals had free reign in many places outside the highly policed government controlled sections of Glasgow and Edinburgh.
With the collapse of power supplies and communications, what little organised society remained in Scotland started to unravel as fear took over reason. The national fuel reserved had dried up leaving precious little for the remnants of the armed forces and emergency services to use. Ambulances found themselves running out of petrol as they transported patients to hospitals whilst policecars were unable to make their way to reported crimes. As water pressure failed, fire engines - the few that still had fuel - were unable to put out fires with pressure from the mains gone.
With the emergency services unable to respond in any meaningful way, many gave up the ghost and returned home to their families. Some army personnel did the same, but they found themselves facing field court martials and firing squads when caught. With manpower so short, deserters had to be made an example of.
It was not only the military and first responders who abandoned their posts, however, as many personnel from electricity companies, sanitation, rubbish disposal and even hospital staff would make their way home as rumours spread about the infection coming ever closer. Mass suicides took place all over Scotland as the first ham radio reports confirmed an outbreak in Glasgow city centre. The remaining police and army personnel in Glasgow either fled or went into hiding to wait the outbreak out. Hundreds of thousands died in the stampedes to flee the city. What few hospital staff remained euthanised the most critical patients rather than abandon them to the infected. The bridges over the River Clyde were blocked by busses to slow the spread of the virus, but it was only a stopgap measure. Glasgow was a virtual ghost town inside 24 hours.
With chaos the order of the day in the central belt of Scotland, Edinburgh evacuated towards Fife. Refugees streamed out of the Princes Street Refugee Camp that was being run by remnants of the British Red Cross and tried to cross the Forth Bridges to the rumoured safety of Fife the other side of the River Forth where the Royal Navy was using the Rosyth Dockyard as an evacuation outpost.
A few hundred people made it over by train before the Royal Air Force demolished both bridges in the blink of an eye, trapping tens of thousands between the river and the infected. Many lives were lost. Surviving troops made a tactical withdrawal into Dunfermline and held there as thousands of infected stormed over the rest of Scotland, eventually pouring into Fife from Clackmannanshire.
The 350 surviving men and women of the Royal Highland Regiment -The Black Watch - made their last stand at Dunfermline Abbey as thousands of infected swarmed the town. They fought to the last bullet, and then charged the infected with bayonets fixed to give the people of Dunfermline time to evacuate north into Dundee. Their sacrafice would not be forgotten.
Over the next week all semblance of order completely disintegrated. With Glasgow and Edinburgh overrun and the power grid down, the remains of the public either fled for the imagined safety of the Highlands, the only region of Great Britain still untainted by infection.
In time, the only lights in Scotland not battery powered came from the immence funeral pyres as the last of the fuel was used up. As the last of the food ransacked from shops ran out and the farm animals were consumed, people resorted to eating their pets and then as that source of food ran out they turned to...other options.
And the Land of the Shining River shone no more.
The power had been flickering on and off for days, everyone doing their best to avoid admitting how scared they were by the carnage down south. Contact with London had ceased days earlier. The final news reports had told of death and destruction on an unimaginable scale across the rest of England. Riots and fires and massacres galore. Then the broadcasting south of the border stopped and we all took notice. The lack of news was more terrifying than the chaotic reports of the early days.
The Prime Minister and what little remained of his cabinet had landed in Edinburgh greeted by a small army of security personnel. London had fallen days earlier and the provisional capital at York had also been abandond as infected approached the city. What remained of the British govenment - increasingly influenced by the armed forces senior leadership - did what they could to retain some degree of law and order in what remained of the UK, but it was a failing effort.
The final collapse of the national grid also brought down most forms of mass communication, which only led to more panic. Armed police and later military units were given shoot to kill orders to deal with rioters and looters, but with manpower and ammunition scarce, criminals had free reign in many places outside the highly policed government controlled sections of Glasgow and Edinburgh.
With the collapse of power supplies and communications, what little organised society remained in Scotland started to unravel as fear took over reason. The national fuel reserved had dried up leaving precious little for the remnants of the armed forces and emergency services to use. Ambulances found themselves running out of petrol as they transported patients to hospitals whilst policecars were unable to make their way to reported crimes. As water pressure failed, fire engines - the few that still had fuel - were unable to put out fires with pressure from the mains gone.
With the emergency services unable to respond in any meaningful way, many gave up the ghost and returned home to their families. Some army personnel did the same, but they found themselves facing field court martials and firing squads when caught. With manpower so short, deserters had to be made an example of.
It was not only the military and first responders who abandoned their posts, however, as many personnel from electricity companies, sanitation, rubbish disposal and even hospital staff would make their way home as rumours spread about the infection coming ever closer. Mass suicides took place all over Scotland as the first ham radio reports confirmed an outbreak in Glasgow city centre. The remaining police and army personnel in Glasgow either fled or went into hiding to wait the outbreak out. Hundreds of thousands died in the stampedes to flee the city. What few hospital staff remained euthanised the most critical patients rather than abandon them to the infected. The bridges over the River Clyde were blocked by busses to slow the spread of the virus, but it was only a stopgap measure. Glasgow was a virtual ghost town inside 24 hours.
With chaos the order of the day in the central belt of Scotland, Edinburgh evacuated towards Fife. Refugees streamed out of the Princes Street Refugee Camp that was being run by remnants of the British Red Cross and tried to cross the Forth Bridges to the rumoured safety of Fife the other side of the River Forth where the Royal Navy was using the Rosyth Dockyard as an evacuation outpost.
A few hundred people made it over by train before the Royal Air Force demolished both bridges in the blink of an eye, trapping tens of thousands between the river and the infected. Many lives were lost. Surviving troops made a tactical withdrawal into Dunfermline and held there as thousands of infected stormed over the rest of Scotland, eventually pouring into Fife from Clackmannanshire.
The 350 surviving men and women of the Royal Highland Regiment -The Black Watch - made their last stand at Dunfermline Abbey as thousands of infected swarmed the town. They fought to the last bullet, and then charged the infected with bayonets fixed to give the people of Dunfermline time to evacuate north into Dundee. Their sacrafice would not be forgotten.
Over the next week all semblance of order completely disintegrated. With Glasgow and Edinburgh overrun and the power grid down, the remains of the public either fled for the imagined safety of the Highlands, the only region of Great Britain still untainted by infection.
In time, the only lights in Scotland not battery powered came from the immence funeral pyres as the last of the fuel was used up. As the last of the food ransacked from shops ran out and the farm animals were consumed, people resorted to eating their pets and then as that source of food ran out they turned to...other options.
And the Land of the Shining River shone no more.
Afraid I dont have much experience at map making but if anyone wants to have a go feel free
For anyone in the know about such things, how long would the National Grid hold up during the outbreak ?
Nuclear power stations would likely be shut down to prevent a disaster in the event of infected overrunning the staff which would obviously cause a catastrophe with no staff left to safely manage the facility.
Nuclear power stations would likely be shut down to prevent a disaster in the event of infected overrunning the staff which would obviously cause a catastrophe with no staff left to safely manage the facility.
As a guess I would say not long. Without anyone watching anything it won't take long for some small problem to grow and cause a massive failure. Not to mention bad drivers hitting poles while trying to flee, etc.
We've had drivers where I work - in good weather, on a straight stretch of road with a 25 mph (37 kph) limit - somehow completely take down power/phone/cable tv poles. I'm still waiting to read some of the police reports, I strongly suspect the word "alcohol" to be prominently featured although one was caused by an unlicensed driver driving the stolen SUV of his girlfriend, who was hurt when he hit the pole. Rumor was the dad told the police to keep him in the hospital lest he end up in the morgue...
Yeah, I was just coming on here to post about a dream I had a week ago that seemed to be based on this thread.
Bear with me, as it's a dream and not gonna be super realistic or make perfect sense.
So in the dream, I'm in the UK, and I distinctly remember thinking I'm in Northampton (though I'm American, have never been to the UK, and know literally nothing about the town beyond its brief mention here and reading about the 82nd Airborne taking off for Normandy from airbases nearby, so it must've been a random name my name supplied for the dream.)
So anyways, I remember walking down a street with typically British red-brick buildings with a sense of unease, and an odd feeling that I'm in the past (which might be because my brain is basing this dream off this thread and which takes place in 2002, or simply because everything in Britain seems to be old as balls). Anyways I look to my left and I see an old dude hanging extension cords -of all things- from a tall freestanding redbrick wall, and he tells me that it's for people to climb to safety from the infected in case they enter the city, the logic being that he heard the infected can't climb. So I vaguely remember him arguing with a neighbor who tells him how stupid it is, when I hear screams and shouts down the street. I turn and I see a wall of infected barreling towards us, tumbling over each other like the ant-zombies from the Brad Pitt World War Z movie (my subconsciousness apparently doesn't mind mixing and matching zombie attributes).
So I, of course climb that fucking extension-cord like a crazy bastard, while the infected-wave rolls over the two pensioners below who are too old to climb. A young couple also clamber up atop the wall just barely avoiding the sea of infected below. But apparently the whole "infected can't climb" thing is not entirely true, as one clumsily climbs a cord on the opposite side of the wall and vomits in the face of the women who's atop with me. She screams and before she starts turning or more infected climb up, I stand up on the narrow wall and run down it (it's probably about 6 inches wide) to the house at the end, and then start running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop as -apparently- the infected who've made it up chase me. I eventually lose them(?) and make it to a part of the town that is yet to be overrun.
It's chaos though as I run to a parking garage down the street. But as I turn to run up the stairs I notice a verity of knives strewn about. I ask a someone running down the stairs what happened here (I remember she was about my age, black, with a big afro), because apparently why there's knives on the ground is important enough to my sub-concious to stop running from the masses of diseased psychopaths rampaging a few blocks back.
So the dream gets a bit sidetracked as I see this confrontation that the girl is describing to me between a cop and a thug with a Desert Eagle (probably my mind drawing inspiration from the movie Snatch.) The Thug points the gun at the Bobby's head ('cos I dunno, maybe he was looting or something and the cop caught him), and the cop tells him "DO IT. I DARE YOU" or something to that effect. The Thug hesitates before lowering the gun. The cop says "that's what I thought" before subduing him, pocketing the gun, and searching him. The Bobby pulls knife after knife from the thug's pockets, ranging from a big machete with an odd shaped blade to little pen knives, and even pulls an old Mills Bomb hand grenade from his pockets, dumping it all on the ground as he goes. When he's done, he stands the thug up, cuffs him and leads him away, leaving the multitude of blades and the hand grenade -that may or may not work- on the ground at the base of the stairs (it's a dream, it don't gotta make perfect sense).
So ANYWAYS after that crime-show interlude my dream gets back on the rails with the Fall of Northampton during the Rage Virus Epidemic of 2002. I frantically grab the oddly shaped machete, one or two of the smaller knives, and the Mills Bomb, while wondering if it's even functional or not, before running up the stairs to the top of the parking garage. I look down from the top and see the infected swarming through the streets below. Some of them start running up the stairs, so I run to the bathroom (this parking garage apparently has bathrooms), get inside and lock the door. They don't seem to notice me in there so I settle down for a wait, and decide I'm going to hide there for as long as I can before making my way north. I search the garbage can for food and fill any receptacles I can find with water. I start making a bed out of toilet paper, paper towels and toilet seat covers on the hard tile floor when the I either wake up or the dream disintegrates, can't remember which.
All in all, it made much much more sense then most dreams I have.