28 Days Later outbreak timeline - Death of a Nation
- Thread starter kspence92
- Start date
16 May
"I woke up to the sound of sirens this morning. Looked out the window and saw two police cars speeding down the road. How come they get to speed but they arrest other people who speed ? Anyway thats not important. Mum is making me stay at home now. She phoned up Dylans mum from down the street earlier and he isnt allowed out to play either. I dont get it. Its not fair, its not like the infected are even near here ! She said to me that there are bad people going about and that all children need to stay at home with their parents. She has even stopped going to work now so she can stay home and take care of me. I wish Dad was still here. I wish he hadnt joined the army. Mum dosnt know where he is and he wont answer his phone. The last time we spoke to him he and all his friends were collecting their cool guns and going into England to shoot the infected.
Oh one last thing diary. I miss my teacher Mrs Fletcher. I always said to my friends i hated her and that shes a B.I.T.C.H. but now i just miss her. I miss going out. i miss cartoons on the tv. why is this happening ? Is it all a dream ?
19 May
"Sorry diary, havnt bothered writing in a few days, just been glued to the TV with my mum. She didnt like me watching the horrible things on the news at first, but im used to it now. You will never guess what happened this morning - The Queen died ! She had a heart attack and now Charles gets to be King i think. Things must be getting bad. The Prime Minister just came on the telly and said that all the big cities are to be evacuated, mum says that means to get all the people out and to someplace safe."
20 May
"Tony Blair is now living in Edinburgh ! Imagine a big important person like him just a few miles away across the Forth Bridge ! He landed last night in a helicopter they said on the TV. How cool would that be to go in a helicopter?
I wonder how my dad is getting on. I bet he got to fly in a helicopter. We watch the news every night and see loads of soldiers going about, but never my dad. Mum says he will be fine, i hope so. All we know is that he was going down towards Manchester, but he wasnt really support to tell us that, its a secret. I dont know why its not like the infected will set a trap or anything.
Something weird happened earlier. The lights went off. All the power went down. I thought maybe mum hadnt paid the bill again, but it wasnt that. When i looked outside the whole street was dark. The lights were off in the Kingsgate shopping centre and the High Street was pitch black. The electric came back on a few hours later thank god ! i was so bored with no tv to watch. Mum has just come back from he shop with loads of candles and batteries and other stuff. More than she had money for. Money has been tight since all this started. I heard more sirens outside and windows breaking on the High Street. I think people were stealing things from the shops. Did my mum steal ? Shes not a thief. Is she ?"
21 May
"Well the news says we are quarantined. Isnt that what happens to your dog when you go to another country ? I dont know but anyway it dosnt sound good. There's fighting everywhere now. Liverpool, Blackpool, Newcastle, Cardiff and lots of other towns. I'm worried that soon it will happen here. People are scared. They dont buy stuff anymore they just take it from the shops. Nobody is working in the shops now. Nobody is driving the buses or the bin lorries or delivering the post. There are bags of rubbish all over the place now because the bins havnt been emptied in like forever. It smells gross !"
22 May
"The power went down about six hours ago, or was it four ? i dont know. Its not too bad right now because its still daylight. Mum says not to hold my breath about it coming back on. But it has too, right ? We cant live without electricity thats just insane ! I miss watching the news and looking for dad. Now im just looking out the window and watching the people outside. Its a mess. Nobody is tidying up anything anymore. Theres a burnt our car down the road and no firemen even tried to put it out, it just went out itself eventually. Where have the police gone ? I dont hear any sirens anymore. Havnt all day. I think maybe they are staying home with their families like what my mum is doing with me. We have a little battery run radio that we are listening too. The news is saying that there are power cuts all over the country. Well duh ! i can see that."
24 May
"Something is going on outside. All the neighbours are getting in their cars and driving away. People are running around mad. Mum looks unsure about what to do. She's never like that. She's been crying i think. I'm listening to the radio now. Oh my god. The infected are in Glasgow ! They've got into Scotland ! Mum said they wouldnt come here. I want my dad. My dad and his machinegun will keep us safe . He's a sergeant too, thats pretty high up i think. One day ill be in the army like him i hope. Ill be the next Sergeant Farrell."
25 May
"The radio was saying something about fighting in Edinburgh this morning before it cut off. Now its just static. Maybe its broken ? or Maybe the people on the radio are dead. I dont know. Too many people are dead now. I hope my dad isnt one of them.
OMG you wont believe what i just seen. Somebody blew up the Forth Road Bridge and the Rail Bridge ! Big explosions ! They must be trying to keep the infected from crossing over the river from Edinburgh. It musnt havent have worked because i can hear screaming from Dunfermline town centre. They must be getting closer now. Im scared. Mum is crying. She keeps hugging me telling me she loves me. I think she has a bad headache because she is getting loads of pills from the medicine cupboard. Ill be back soon, mums calling me over to the bedroom.''
"I woke up to the sound of sirens this morning. Looked out the window and saw two police cars speeding down the road. How come they get to speed but they arrest other people who speed ? Anyway thats not important. Mum is making me stay at home now. She phoned up Dylans mum from down the street earlier and he isnt allowed out to play either. I dont get it. Its not fair, its not like the infected are even near here ! She said to me that there are bad people going about and that all children need to stay at home with their parents. She has even stopped going to work now so she can stay home and take care of me. I wish Dad was still here. I wish he hadnt joined the army. Mum dosnt know where he is and he wont answer his phone. The last time we spoke to him he and all his friends were collecting their cool guns and going into England to shoot the infected.
Oh one last thing diary. I miss my teacher Mrs Fletcher. I always said to my friends i hated her and that shes a B.I.T.C.H. but now i just miss her. I miss going out. i miss cartoons on the tv. why is this happening ? Is it all a dream ?
19 May
"Sorry diary, havnt bothered writing in a few days, just been glued to the TV with my mum. She didnt like me watching the horrible things on the news at first, but im used to it now. You will never guess what happened this morning - The Queen died ! She had a heart attack and now Charles gets to be King i think. Things must be getting bad. The Prime Minister just came on the telly and said that all the big cities are to be evacuated, mum says that means to get all the people out and to someplace safe."
20 May
"Tony Blair is now living in Edinburgh ! Imagine a big important person like him just a few miles away across the Forth Bridge ! He landed last night in a helicopter they said on the TV. How cool would that be to go in a helicopter?
I wonder how my dad is getting on. I bet he got to fly in a helicopter. We watch the news every night and see loads of soldiers going about, but never my dad. Mum says he will be fine, i hope so. All we know is that he was going down towards Manchester, but he wasnt really support to tell us that, its a secret. I dont know why its not like the infected will set a trap or anything.
Something weird happened earlier. The lights went off. All the power went down. I thought maybe mum hadnt paid the bill again, but it wasnt that. When i looked outside the whole street was dark. The lights were off in the Kingsgate shopping centre and the High Street was pitch black. The electric came back on a few hours later thank god ! i was so bored with no tv to watch. Mum has just come back from he shop with loads of candles and batteries and other stuff. More than she had money for. Money has been tight since all this started. I heard more sirens outside and windows breaking on the High Street. I think people were stealing things from the shops. Did my mum steal ? Shes not a thief. Is she ?"
21 May
"Well the news says we are quarantined. Isnt that what happens to your dog when you go to another country ? I dont know but anyway it dosnt sound good. There's fighting everywhere now. Liverpool, Blackpool, Newcastle, Cardiff and lots of other towns. I'm worried that soon it will happen here. People are scared. They dont buy stuff anymore they just take it from the shops. Nobody is working in the shops now. Nobody is driving the buses or the bin lorries or delivering the post. There are bags of rubbish all over the place now because the bins havnt been emptied in like forever. It smells gross !"
22 May
"The power went down about six hours ago, or was it four ? i dont know. Its not too bad right now because its still daylight. Mum says not to hold my breath about it coming back on. But it has too, right ? We cant live without electricity thats just insane ! I miss watching the news and looking for dad. Now im just looking out the window and watching the people outside. Its a mess. Nobody is tidying up anything anymore. Theres a burnt our car down the road and no firemen even tried to put it out, it just went out itself eventually. Where have the police gone ? I dont hear any sirens anymore. Havnt all day. I think maybe they are staying home with their families like what my mum is doing with me. We have a little battery run radio that we are listening too. The news is saying that there are power cuts all over the country. Well duh ! i can see that."
24 May
"Something is going on outside. All the neighbours are getting in their cars and driving away. People are running around mad. Mum looks unsure about what to do. She's never like that. She's been crying i think. I'm listening to the radio now. Oh my god. The infected are in Glasgow ! They've got into Scotland ! Mum said they wouldnt come here. I want my dad. My dad and his machinegun will keep us safe . He's a sergeant too, thats pretty high up i think. One day ill be in the army like him i hope. Ill be the next Sergeant Farrell."
25 May
"The radio was saying something about fighting in Edinburgh this morning before it cut off. Now its just static. Maybe its broken ? or Maybe the people on the radio are dead. I dont know. Too many people are dead now. I hope my dad isnt one of them.
OMG you wont believe what i just seen. Somebody blew up the Forth Road Bridge and the Rail Bridge ! Big explosions ! They must be trying to keep the infected from crossing over the river from Edinburgh. It musnt havent have worked because i can hear screaming from Dunfermline town centre. They must be getting closer now. Im scared. Mum is crying. She keeps hugging me telling me she loves me. I think she has a bad headache because she is getting loads of pills from the medicine cupboard. Ill be back soon, mums calling me over to the bedroom.''
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JSmith
Banned
I believe he was the one who was opposed to what the other soldiers were doing and tried to help Jim,Selena and Hannah in 28 Days Later.
Testimony of Cambridge ambulance driver Tim Bell
"It was a weekend, so we knew it was going to be busy that night, especially in Cambridge with all the drunk students falling about and getting into fights or whatever. So when we received a call over the radio asking for ambulance turn out at the University, i wasnt overly surprised.
By that point id been a paramedic for nine years, six of which id spent with the ambulance service in Cambridge. I thought id seen it all. Obviously i was wrong. The information we received wasnt really enough to get an over all picture of what had happened. All we knew was that a woman had made a frantic 999 call saying her husband had been attacked on Sidgewick Avenue and that he was convulsing and coughing up blood.
As i drove towards the incident, i started to notice a back up of traffic, thankfully it was not blocking the road as all the cars were heading in the opposite direction. That was when we started to hear disturbing reports over the radio. There were calls for ambulance and police turn outs at over a dozen incidents in as many minutes. A handful of car accidents and an unusually high number of serious assaults. There were several reports of people having convulsions and suffering from severe internal hemorrhaging.
Just as we arrived at our destination a report came over the radio that a group of police officers had began fighting amongst themselves, which was a little strange, but we didnt have time to listen as we had to help the victim who were were told was lying in the street next to a bus stop.
The street was empty by that point, and for a moment i thought maybe it was another prank call. Then i saw the blood. Fresh blood stains were all over the pavement and the bus stop but no people anywhere. In the distance we could hear a disturbance from a few streets over towards the University. Shouting and screaming and....animalistic noises. Steph, the new girl, she had only just turned 22 looked worried. I told her not to worry, that the police would be arriving soon. When they did arrive they too thought it was a prank call till i pointed out the blood. The two officers told us to stay put as they searched the area for whoever had been in the area. We sat in the ambulance for a few tense minutes listening to the worsening reports over the radio. Several people were said to have been killed, including police and ambulance crews. Nobody knew what was going on. There had been a mass casualty incident at the train station and riot police were being sent in to deal with the thugs.
Up ahead i saw a light, and realised it was one of the policemen i had spoken with a few minutes before. He was running towards us, looking over his shoulder. Behind him was another person, running too. But this looked different. Not just running but twitching, spasms, all contorted. In the ambulances headlights i could make out the person behind was also one of the policemen i had spoken to earlier. He looked almost as if he was chasing his colleague. What happened next was when i really realised something had gone drastically wrong. The policemen in front turned around when he realised he was quickly being gained on, and then slammed his truncheon into the other cops face, no doubt breaking his jaw. The copper with the broken jaw was not put off and jumped the poor guy, vomiting blood in his face before his former friend grabbed his head and snapped his neck.
I got out to ask if he was ok, and he started to explain how a man had attacked them and bitten his partner....then he started to howl in pain before he could continue. Banging his fists on the street and shouting. He was clearly a danger to himself, and most likely us as well if he continued on with what he was doing. Steph and I managed to get him in the restraints on the gurney as he started to thrash around and snarl. His eyes were blood shot and the look in this guys face was one of pure hatred. It was incredibly disturbing. We had to tie his head down to the gurney as well a gag him as he snapped his teeth at us. Steph had to use well over the normal dose in order to sedate the officer as i drove at speed towards the hospital with the sirens blaring and the lights flashing. I contacted them to inform them of the situation. They were inundated with injured people from the various accidents that were resulting from the sporadic outbreak of rioting across the town.
When we pulled up at the Accident and Emergency entrance, there were several ambulances and rapid response doctors cars parked. Several private vehicles were there too and the car park was full. Inside the hospital was like a scene from an army field hospital in a war zone. All the beds were full, people were being treated in cots on the floor or in hallways. Most of the injuries were related to car accidents, fires or falls as people fled the riots. I saw a number of patients who, like ours, had been restrained and gagged. That's when it hit me. This was some kind of contagion. It had to be. My first thought was rabies, but rabies dosnt do that to people. I considered maybe it was a mutated strain, but im no virologist.
I grabbed the nearest nurse and asked her to get my patient a bed, but she just shook her head. There was no more room. The sedative was already wearing off and he was started to come around again. Steph....she was so eager to help others, always put herself last...she paid the price for it. She took his gag off from his mouth to ask him how he felt. Stupid i know but....anyway, thats when it happened. A spurt of blood ejected from his mouth and into her pretty face. She was disgusted at first, then annoyed, then pissed off, then Raging. Things got pretty bad right about then....."
Part 2 next.
"It was a weekend, so we knew it was going to be busy that night, especially in Cambridge with all the drunk students falling about and getting into fights or whatever. So when we received a call over the radio asking for ambulance turn out at the University, i wasnt overly surprised.
By that point id been a paramedic for nine years, six of which id spent with the ambulance service in Cambridge. I thought id seen it all. Obviously i was wrong. The information we received wasnt really enough to get an over all picture of what had happened. All we knew was that a woman had made a frantic 999 call saying her husband had been attacked on Sidgewick Avenue and that he was convulsing and coughing up blood.
As i drove towards the incident, i started to notice a back up of traffic, thankfully it was not blocking the road as all the cars were heading in the opposite direction. That was when we started to hear disturbing reports over the radio. There were calls for ambulance and police turn outs at over a dozen incidents in as many minutes. A handful of car accidents and an unusually high number of serious assaults. There were several reports of people having convulsions and suffering from severe internal hemorrhaging.
Just as we arrived at our destination a report came over the radio that a group of police officers had began fighting amongst themselves, which was a little strange, but we didnt have time to listen as we had to help the victim who were were told was lying in the street next to a bus stop.
The street was empty by that point, and for a moment i thought maybe it was another prank call. Then i saw the blood. Fresh blood stains were all over the pavement and the bus stop but no people anywhere. In the distance we could hear a disturbance from a few streets over towards the University. Shouting and screaming and....animalistic noises. Steph, the new girl, she had only just turned 22 looked worried. I told her not to worry, that the police would be arriving soon. When they did arrive they too thought it was a prank call till i pointed out the blood. The two officers told us to stay put as they searched the area for whoever had been in the area. We sat in the ambulance for a few tense minutes listening to the worsening reports over the radio. Several people were said to have been killed, including police and ambulance crews. Nobody knew what was going on. There had been a mass casualty incident at the train station and riot police were being sent in to deal with the thugs.
Up ahead i saw a light, and realised it was one of the policemen i had spoken with a few minutes before. He was running towards us, looking over his shoulder. Behind him was another person, running too. But this looked different. Not just running but twitching, spasms, all contorted. In the ambulances headlights i could make out the person behind was also one of the policemen i had spoken to earlier. He looked almost as if he was chasing his colleague. What happened next was when i really realised something had gone drastically wrong. The policemen in front turned around when he realised he was quickly being gained on, and then slammed his truncheon into the other cops face, no doubt breaking his jaw. The copper with the broken jaw was not put off and jumped the poor guy, vomiting blood in his face before his former friend grabbed his head and snapped his neck.
I got out to ask if he was ok, and he started to explain how a man had attacked them and bitten his partner....then he started to howl in pain before he could continue. Banging his fists on the street and shouting. He was clearly a danger to himself, and most likely us as well if he continued on with what he was doing. Steph and I managed to get him in the restraints on the gurney as he started to thrash around and snarl. His eyes were blood shot and the look in this guys face was one of pure hatred. It was incredibly disturbing. We had to tie his head down to the gurney as well a gag him as he snapped his teeth at us. Steph had to use well over the normal dose in order to sedate the officer as i drove at speed towards the hospital with the sirens blaring and the lights flashing. I contacted them to inform them of the situation. They were inundated with injured people from the various accidents that were resulting from the sporadic outbreak of rioting across the town.
When we pulled up at the Accident and Emergency entrance, there were several ambulances and rapid response doctors cars parked. Several private vehicles were there too and the car park was full. Inside the hospital was like a scene from an army field hospital in a war zone. All the beds were full, people were being treated in cots on the floor or in hallways. Most of the injuries were related to car accidents, fires or falls as people fled the riots. I saw a number of patients who, like ours, had been restrained and gagged. That's when it hit me. This was some kind of contagion. It had to be. My first thought was rabies, but rabies dosnt do that to people. I considered maybe it was a mutated strain, but im no virologist.
I grabbed the nearest nurse and asked her to get my patient a bed, but she just shook her head. There was no more room. The sedative was already wearing off and he was started to come around again. Steph....she was so eager to help others, always put herself last...she paid the price for it. She took his gag off from his mouth to ask him how he felt. Stupid i know but....anyway, thats when it happened. A spurt of blood ejected from his mouth and into her pretty face. She was disgusted at first, then annoyed, then pissed off, then Raging. Things got pretty bad right about then....."
Part 2 next.
This hospital is in Cambridge, the hospital earlier iirc was in Peterborough i think. ill go back and check.
Testimony of Tim Bell part 2
"Watching Steph's body spasm and contort in agony seemed to go on forever, but in reality it must have only been no more than 20 seconds. I didnt know what was happening at first, of course i didnt. As i walked over to provide medical attention to her one of the doctors grabbed me and dragged me back, shouting the odds about her being contagious. He called for security and asked for me to call for the police on my radio, which i did. I was informed that all police officers were attending incidents and that we were on our own.
The terrified young doctor grabbed Steph and pinned her on the floor, roaring at everything in the A&E entrance to get out. The two fought around on the floor for a bit and after a few seconds he too was convulsing and hemorrhaging blood all over the floor. I was shocked at how fast it spread. Id never seen any infection spread and show symptoms at such a speed in my life, or even dreamed it was possible.
Steph and the doctor she had fought with got back on their feet and tackled a nearby security guard to the floor, beating him senseless. I could only look on in horror, almost frozen in shock and fear. The security guard got back up and joined his two attackers in assaulting the terrified patients and staff as the desperately tried to flee the A&E waiting room. Well over a hundred people clambered over chairs, desks, over eachother, in a mad dash to the exit. One man tried to climb upon a vending machine only to be dragged down and torn apart. More and more people were becoming infected. It was taking hold at an insane rate. The sound of mass panic is truly horrible. The screams....
I knew there was no way id make it out back the way i came in. Dozens of people were trying to get out that way already and the infected had infiltrated the crowd. It was a massacre.
As i ran towards the intensive care unit, i quickly glimpsed the TV screen on the wall, showing that nights episode of EastEnders. Whatever this was, it was all happening so fast the media hadnt even picked up on it yet.
Barging through a set of double doors, i was greeted with the sight of a dozen staff members and even more members of the public worried about their loved ones. A surgeon demanded to know what all the commotion was about down the hall. I remember the look on his face when i told him we had to evacuate everyone immediately. He told me not to be daft, some of these people were too seriously ill to be moved. Some were hooked up to life support machines. Victims of car accidents, stabbings, fires, heart attacks ect.
I grabbed a crutch and jammed it in the two large door handles on the doors to between the waiting room and the ICU. It wouldnt hold for very long but it would have to do. Already the infected were up at the doors banging on the windows and vomiting blood on the glass. That's when the panic began. People rushed to try and get their loved ones from their beds and into wheelchairs, but many were hooked up to machines that were keeping them breathing. One man suggested that the doctor constantly give his wife mouth to mouth as he took her off her machine and wheeled her out in order to keep her alive. It would never have worked, but thats just how desperate some people where. Others held their loved ones in their beds and sobbed, knowing their was nothing they could do. Some of the staff, and even some of the people in visiting their loved ones, began to bolt. A decision that would haunt them for the rest of their lives, not that that would be very long for most of them anyway.
The doors began to creak under the pressure of the crowd of infected and then it came : a tidal wave of gnashing teeth and flailing arms as the doors gave way. In desperation some people turned off their loved ones life support machines to spare them a horrible death, or a fate worse than death, whilst others risked it and unhooked their loved ones and raced them away in wheelchairs. Others still just hugged eachother tight and waited for the end. It was heart wrenching.
I feel guilty. I know there was nothing i could have done. But as i ran, many others could not. Dozens, maybe hundreds of defenceless patients and their loved ones as well as hospital staff died or became infected over the next few terrifying minutes. The infected ripped the patients from their beds and beat and tore at their bodies. Luckily most of them were unconscious or too doped up on painkillers to notice. Some did notice though, and the look on the faces of some of the patients as they lay immobile in their beds as the infected charged at them was something that will stay with me for years. I ran as fast as i could down the halls and managed to make it out of an emergency fire exit and into an abandoned ambulance. A few other staff got in with me and we drove out of the hospital grounds and towards the police station, the screams of the damned souls left behind still vivid in our memories as we sped down the road in stunned silence."
"Watching Steph's body spasm and contort in agony seemed to go on forever, but in reality it must have only been no more than 20 seconds. I didnt know what was happening at first, of course i didnt. As i walked over to provide medical attention to her one of the doctors grabbed me and dragged me back, shouting the odds about her being contagious. He called for security and asked for me to call for the police on my radio, which i did. I was informed that all police officers were attending incidents and that we were on our own.
The terrified young doctor grabbed Steph and pinned her on the floor, roaring at everything in the A&E entrance to get out. The two fought around on the floor for a bit and after a few seconds he too was convulsing and hemorrhaging blood all over the floor. I was shocked at how fast it spread. Id never seen any infection spread and show symptoms at such a speed in my life, or even dreamed it was possible.
Steph and the doctor she had fought with got back on their feet and tackled a nearby security guard to the floor, beating him senseless. I could only look on in horror, almost frozen in shock and fear. The security guard got back up and joined his two attackers in assaulting the terrified patients and staff as the desperately tried to flee the A&E waiting room. Well over a hundred people clambered over chairs, desks, over eachother, in a mad dash to the exit. One man tried to climb upon a vending machine only to be dragged down and torn apart. More and more people were becoming infected. It was taking hold at an insane rate. The sound of mass panic is truly horrible. The screams....
I knew there was no way id make it out back the way i came in. Dozens of people were trying to get out that way already and the infected had infiltrated the crowd. It was a massacre.
As i ran towards the intensive care unit, i quickly glimpsed the TV screen on the wall, showing that nights episode of EastEnders. Whatever this was, it was all happening so fast the media hadnt even picked up on it yet.
Barging through a set of double doors, i was greeted with the sight of a dozen staff members and even more members of the public worried about their loved ones. A surgeon demanded to know what all the commotion was about down the hall. I remember the look on his face when i told him we had to evacuate everyone immediately. He told me not to be daft, some of these people were too seriously ill to be moved. Some were hooked up to life support machines. Victims of car accidents, stabbings, fires, heart attacks ect.
I grabbed a crutch and jammed it in the two large door handles on the doors to between the waiting room and the ICU. It wouldnt hold for very long but it would have to do. Already the infected were up at the doors banging on the windows and vomiting blood on the glass. That's when the panic began. People rushed to try and get their loved ones from their beds and into wheelchairs, but many were hooked up to machines that were keeping them breathing. One man suggested that the doctor constantly give his wife mouth to mouth as he took her off her machine and wheeled her out in order to keep her alive. It would never have worked, but thats just how desperate some people where. Others held their loved ones in their beds and sobbed, knowing their was nothing they could do. Some of the staff, and even some of the people in visiting their loved ones, began to bolt. A decision that would haunt them for the rest of their lives, not that that would be very long for most of them anyway.
The doors began to creak under the pressure of the crowd of infected and then it came : a tidal wave of gnashing teeth and flailing arms as the doors gave way. In desperation some people turned off their loved ones life support machines to spare them a horrible death, or a fate worse than death, whilst others risked it and unhooked their loved ones and raced them away in wheelchairs. Others still just hugged eachother tight and waited for the end. It was heart wrenching.
I feel guilty. I know there was nothing i could have done. But as i ran, many others could not. Dozens, maybe hundreds of defenceless patients and their loved ones as well as hospital staff died or became infected over the next few terrifying minutes. The infected ripped the patients from their beds and beat and tore at their bodies. Luckily most of them were unconscious or too doped up on painkillers to notice. Some did notice though, and the look on the faces of some of the patients as they lay immobile in their beds as the infected charged at them was something that will stay with me for years. I ran as fast as i could down the halls and managed to make it out of an emergency fire exit and into an abandoned ambulance. A few other staff got in with me and we drove out of the hospital grounds and towards the police station, the screams of the damned souls left behind still vivid in our memories as we sped down the road in stunned silence."
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From : Andrew Turnbull, Secretary for the Cabinet Office
To : Charles Clarke, Home Secretary
RE: Its all fucked
To : Charles Clarke, Home Secretary
RE: Its all fucked
Charlie, im hearing that Tony was talked out of the nuclear option last night and that we have you to thank for that ? If so i cant thank you enough. He's been spending too much time with that bloody pratt Bush. I understand he is under enormous pressure to get this mess under control, but nuking London wont solve anything. Its too far gone for that now. I'm also hearing we lost the 52nd infantry brigade ? Rumours of a mass desertion near Preston are circulating.
I should have joined you and Tony in the helicopter and gone to York with you and the rest. I just didnt feel right leaving London. I'm the last one working in the Cabinet Office. I can hear the infected prowling about on the streets so i keep the radio on low now. The public will howl for years about all the politicians running for the hills, but at least i stayed behind after the evacuation (no offence to you, i know the SAS basically threw you in that chopper).
Dont bother worrying about me, truth be told ive done my job. I'm surprised the internet connections still working. Phonelines are down now, even the emergency ones in case of nuclear war wont work. I hope you an your family are safe and will live long and happy lives. God know's you's deserve it. I cant thank you enough for arranging to have my wife flown to Scotland.
Oh Charlie, its all fucked now isnt it ? The radio reports are dire. They're saying Manchester has been completely engulfed in flames and that the roads into Scotland have turned into car parks basically. Imagine how much money we could make from the congestion fee's had we implemented that ? LOL poor joke.
I guess its time to say goodbye now Charlie, my job's done. What good is a cabinet office when half the cabinet is dead or missing ? from what i hear the army is running the show from behind the scenes now anyway. Once again, thank you, and now if you excuse me, i shall go get very drunk and listen to music loudly. I dont give a fuck if those crazy bastards outside hear me. They can come and have me. I dont care anymore.
God Save The Queen and every other bastard
Sincerely
Andy
I should have joined you and Tony in the helicopter and gone to York with you and the rest. I just didnt feel right leaving London. I'm the last one working in the Cabinet Office. I can hear the infected prowling about on the streets so i keep the radio on low now. The public will howl for years about all the politicians running for the hills, but at least i stayed behind after the evacuation (no offence to you, i know the SAS basically threw you in that chopper).
Dont bother worrying about me, truth be told ive done my job. I'm surprised the internet connections still working. Phonelines are down now, even the emergency ones in case of nuclear war wont work. I hope you an your family are safe and will live long and happy lives. God know's you's deserve it. I cant thank you enough for arranging to have my wife flown to Scotland.
Oh Charlie, its all fucked now isnt it ? The radio reports are dire. They're saying Manchester has been completely engulfed in flames and that the roads into Scotland have turned into car parks basically. Imagine how much money we could make from the congestion fee's had we implemented that ? LOL poor joke.
I guess its time to say goodbye now Charlie, my job's done. What good is a cabinet office when half the cabinet is dead or missing ? from what i hear the army is running the show from behind the scenes now anyway. Once again, thank you, and now if you excuse me, i shall go get very drunk and listen to music loudly. I dont give a fuck if those crazy bastards outside hear me. They can come and have me. I dont care anymore.
God Save The Queen and every other bastard
Sincerely
Andy
One of the few British politicians to gain any respect during the epidemic.
Except from the book "Britain's Holocaust"
So much has been written of the catastrophe that enveloped Great Britain. Much of it has been focused on the evacuation of the capital or the heroic actions of the armed forces, yet no where near enough attention has been paid to the city of Manchester. A city that had been inhabited since the first century and known the world over. Manchester United Football Club was known on all corners of the world and arguably one of the best football teams to ever play. Manchester was the location of the first death of the English Civil War and it was also the location of even worse bloodletting four centuries later as the Rage Epidemic swept the city.
Manchester was not like London. London managed to evacuate in a (mostly) calm manner. Manchester didnt have that luxury. In the first days of the outbreak, people continued with their daily lives as violence shattered the towns and cities to the south. As the virus spread , so did the panic. Refugees from London, Birmingham and Cambridge soon were flooding into the city by the thousands. Manchester United's world famous Old Trafford Stadium was converted into a refugee centre run by the British Red Cross and became home to ten thousand displaced people from the south.
Riots soon broke out as resources became scarce and shops were ordered to ration items. As the virus spread even further north and the economy fell into freefall, looting broke out city wide to such a degree that Greater Manchester Police struggled to cope. With Tony Blair's declaration of a national emergency and the implementation of martial law, armed soldiers took to the streets and armoured cars patrolled the city centre. Looters were arrested, and several shot in public and made an example of.
For a while it worked and the streets were calm and clear. But that wouldn't last. The infected spread faster than anybody could have anticipated, and soon many of the main entry points to Manchester were closed. Liverpool, Sheffield, Stoke on Trent and Derby were overrun, meaning nobody could evacuate from Manchester south or west wards. The only way to go was north towards Scotland or east towards the coast.
With the collapse of the economy, the armed forces and police took over shops and supermarkets and began distributing rationed food. Lines over a mile long would form as people waited their turn to collect a loaf of bread, soup, box of cereal, carton of milk and packet of sausages amongst other things . Dozens were killed in food riots as food became more and more scarce as deliveries from the south evaporated. The RAF was dropping food parcels in via parachute, but it was nowhere near enough. As Manchester effectively became a city under siege, law and order began to crumble. Hundreds of police officers had discarded their uniforms and gone into hiding with their families, as had many soldiers.
Starvation began to set in eventually as the shelves in the shops were cleared and the last of the food in peoples homes was finally consumed. The RAF airdrops eventually stopped too. Manchester began to starve to death. The city's power finally gave up on the 16 May, with gas, and subsequently central heating failing the next day. Black bin bags lined the streets and rats scoured the city spreading all sorts. Disease became prevalent amongst even the most healthy people as sanitation broke down. People were huddled in their homes, lit only by candles at night, listening to the ever worsening situation on the radio and eating what little they could find. Many people had begun to eat their dogs or cats, some were eating insects, and, although to this day still unsubstantiated, many survivors claim that cannibalism had set in. The Siege of Manchester has often been compared to the Middle Ages, although in reality this was far, far worse. Many who escaped the city have mentioned that people were "skin and bone" and looked like a survivor from a Nazi death camp. This was no exaggeration either. An estimated 3,000 deaths occurred in Manchester due to starvation or starvation related illnesses.
There were attempts to relieve the siege and open an evacuation corridor into Scotland, which worked for a couple of days. Long enough to get a few thousand people out. Thousands more remained trapped, barricaded in homes without electricity or flushing toilets and little to no food. Many families committed suicide, especially as the remaining army blockades were overrun one by one and the infected entered the city outskirts.
By 18 May, the infected had broken through the 38th, 39th, 40th, 41st and 43rd blockades around Manchester, with only the 42nd Blockade still holding out. The remaining soldiers fought a valiant battle as they retreated into the city centre. The Royal Air Force flew bombing runs against the infected horde for hours on end as artillery shelled anything that moved. The barrage of explosions and collapse of the Fire Brigade lead to the infamous Great Fire of Manchester, which destroyed around 80% of buildings in the city and no doubt killed thousands of trapped survivors.
The fall of Manchester is still regarded by many as the day that we lost the "war" against the infected. This was the point when even the massed use of infantry, tanks, artillery, helicopters and fighter jets could not hold back the tide of infected. The last broadcast from Manchester showed footage of Old Trafford Stadium alight and the very much audible screams coming from inside...the screams of ten thousand very much normal, uninfected human beings burning to death.
After Manchester, all hope was lost. So it comes as no surprise that the next day, Tony Blair called for a nationwide evacuation in an effort to save as many lives as possible.
It was the beginning of the end. The End of Britain. The Death of a Nation.
So much has been written of the catastrophe that enveloped Great Britain. Much of it has been focused on the evacuation of the capital or the heroic actions of the armed forces, yet no where near enough attention has been paid to the city of Manchester. A city that had been inhabited since the first century and known the world over. Manchester United Football Club was known on all corners of the world and arguably one of the best football teams to ever play. Manchester was the location of the first death of the English Civil War and it was also the location of even worse bloodletting four centuries later as the Rage Epidemic swept the city.
Manchester was not like London. London managed to evacuate in a (mostly) calm manner. Manchester didnt have that luxury. In the first days of the outbreak, people continued with their daily lives as violence shattered the towns and cities to the south. As the virus spread , so did the panic. Refugees from London, Birmingham and Cambridge soon were flooding into the city by the thousands. Manchester United's world famous Old Trafford Stadium was converted into a refugee centre run by the British Red Cross and became home to ten thousand displaced people from the south.
Riots soon broke out as resources became scarce and shops were ordered to ration items. As the virus spread even further north and the economy fell into freefall, looting broke out city wide to such a degree that Greater Manchester Police struggled to cope. With Tony Blair's declaration of a national emergency and the implementation of martial law, armed soldiers took to the streets and armoured cars patrolled the city centre. Looters were arrested, and several shot in public and made an example of.
For a while it worked and the streets were calm and clear. But that wouldn't last. The infected spread faster than anybody could have anticipated, and soon many of the main entry points to Manchester were closed. Liverpool, Sheffield, Stoke on Trent and Derby were overrun, meaning nobody could evacuate from Manchester south or west wards. The only way to go was north towards Scotland or east towards the coast.
With the collapse of the economy, the armed forces and police took over shops and supermarkets and began distributing rationed food. Lines over a mile long would form as people waited their turn to collect a loaf of bread, soup, box of cereal, carton of milk and packet of sausages amongst other things . Dozens were killed in food riots as food became more and more scarce as deliveries from the south evaporated. The RAF was dropping food parcels in via parachute, but it was nowhere near enough. As Manchester effectively became a city under siege, law and order began to crumble. Hundreds of police officers had discarded their uniforms and gone into hiding with their families, as had many soldiers.
Starvation began to set in eventually as the shelves in the shops were cleared and the last of the food in peoples homes was finally consumed. The RAF airdrops eventually stopped too. Manchester began to starve to death. The city's power finally gave up on the 16 May, with gas, and subsequently central heating failing the next day. Black bin bags lined the streets and rats scoured the city spreading all sorts. Disease became prevalent amongst even the most healthy people as sanitation broke down. People were huddled in their homes, lit only by candles at night, listening to the ever worsening situation on the radio and eating what little they could find. Many people had begun to eat their dogs or cats, some were eating insects, and, although to this day still unsubstantiated, many survivors claim that cannibalism had set in. The Siege of Manchester has often been compared to the Middle Ages, although in reality this was far, far worse. Many who escaped the city have mentioned that people were "skin and bone" and looked like a survivor from a Nazi death camp. This was no exaggeration either. An estimated 3,000 deaths occurred in Manchester due to starvation or starvation related illnesses.
There were attempts to relieve the siege and open an evacuation corridor into Scotland, which worked for a couple of days. Long enough to get a few thousand people out. Thousands more remained trapped, barricaded in homes without electricity or flushing toilets and little to no food. Many families committed suicide, especially as the remaining army blockades were overrun one by one and the infected entered the city outskirts.
By 18 May, the infected had broken through the 38th, 39th, 40th, 41st and 43rd blockades around Manchester, with only the 42nd Blockade still holding out. The remaining soldiers fought a valiant battle as they retreated into the city centre. The Royal Air Force flew bombing runs against the infected horde for hours on end as artillery shelled anything that moved. The barrage of explosions and collapse of the Fire Brigade lead to the infamous Great Fire of Manchester, which destroyed around 80% of buildings in the city and no doubt killed thousands of trapped survivors.
The fall of Manchester is still regarded by many as the day that we lost the "war" against the infected. This was the point when even the massed use of infantry, tanks, artillery, helicopters and fighter jets could not hold back the tide of infected. The last broadcast from Manchester showed footage of Old Trafford Stadium alight and the very much audible screams coming from inside...the screams of ten thousand very much normal, uninfected human beings burning to death.
After Manchester, all hope was lost. So it comes as no surprise that the next day, Tony Blair called for a nationwide evacuation in an effort to save as many lives as possible.
It was the beginning of the end. The End of Britain. The Death of a Nation.