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28 Days Later - Death of a Nation
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I would be interested in how Russia would capitalise on the situation in the more likely 28 Days timeline where the Rage Virus was only confined to Britain.
It would be likely Russia would offer ‘protection’ to Eastern Europe provided their economy had not collapsed with the massive hit the loss of the UK would be.
It would be likely Russia would offer ‘protection’ to Eastern Europe provided their economy had not collapsed with the massive hit the loss of the UK would be.
Maybe, and thank you all for your advices - it helps me to write a more complicated stories and full the gaps in this fic.
That's a likely possibility. Relations with Ukraine in 2002 for example were still good as Kiev/Kyiv maintained a pro-Moscow stance. This wasn't Euromaidan yet and the pro-Moscow stance was status quo.
I wonder how a Rage breakout would work in a post Pandemic world? Would our experiances with COVID mean more people would obay an emergency lockdown and stay home therefore preventing the spread as fast aas the movie?
Obviously animals might spread it, but could the Outbreak be contained in the SE? Even kept out of London maybe?
Obviously animals might spread it, but could the Outbreak be contained in the SE? Even kept out of London maybe?
It would spread because someone somewhere is guaranteed to break the rules. Stupid animal rights activists broke into a BSL-4 lab and let it out into the world to begin with, what's going to convince people to stay inside when people who've already started to ignore the government because they don't believe it just do what they want anyway? Madness! MADNESS I TELL YOU! D:
Honestly it seems like Russia would annex large portions of Eastern Europe considering how most of Europe would be depopulated with many regions lacking any people. With the amount of people needed to run things Russia would colonize the continent weather they like it or not since they will become increasingly resource hungry as they develop.
Plus the European nations would hardly care considering how most of them simply don't exist anymore outside of refugees and governments in exile.
Might actually make a map at some point over what the I believe the world might look like.
Plus the European nations would hardly care considering how most of them simply don't exist anymore outside of refugees and governments in exile.
Might actually make a map at some point over what the I believe the world might look like.
No, Russia can't annex countries that are reduced to rump states. Russia in 2002-2003 wasn't in the position to do that. Even in OTL Russia in 2024 cannot "annex" it's former Soviet republics. What's better is Russia props them up as "protectorates", independent countries or surviving states that have close ties to Moscow. These surviving states will be more than grateful to be under Moscow's protection.
@22000 Kevin and I have said it many times that Russia won't go full Red Alert/Modern Warfare 3 over wasteland Europe. No resources, the cost of doing so, and the lack of gain of inheriting such. Kevin said Russia would prioritize securing railways and warm water ports to reach the surviving states and Russia itself to prop up the economy of Eastern Europe.
Well we did indeed have this old map from the story that basically explained what Europe looks like in 2012.
This in-universe map was made apparently before Russia officially annexed the Baltic states and Belarus. Ukraine was annexed back in 2004.
But there will be no (official) expansion into Poland or beyond, simply put Russia cannot afford the political and economic consequences of expanding their nation across Europe.
Edit: And apart from Switzerland and its neighbours, the Netherlands, Iberia and rump Romania. Europe is nothing more than an empty husk filled with decaying infrastructure and 80 million skeletons. It is simply not worth the manpower and money needed to occupy and control. Russia will be busy enough with trying to provide humanitarian aid and cleanup efforts in the newly "liberated" nations, we might see Russian companies and troops securing abandoned railways, ports and even building some heavily fortified towns in Europe and maybe set up elaborate missions to loot and steal value items such as abandoned Western tools and equipment, but that will be the limit.
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Russia's goal is humanitarian conditions (Terms and conditions apply)* of which the survivors would be grateful for. Remember this isn't the hostile Russia of OTL 2008-2024 but the Russia of 2002-2003 still recovering from the fall of the USSR, the turbulent 90s, and the Chechen Wars. The Russians would be concerned of the Chechens or Al-Qaeda suddenly getting ideas of using the Rage Virus as a weapon for terrorist attacks.
* By that, I mean that it will be a win for Putin because it would show that Russia is the "good guy" by providing aid to the survivors of Eastern Europe. The U.S. and the West may even support it to an extent, as long as Russia has no further ambitions of conquest beyond what is considered their backyard (Baltics, Belarus, and Ukraine).
What political or economic consequences? Most of Europe west of Ukraine is dead and frankly I doubt anyone would care with even the US to stuck dealing with it's own economic and political problems. If anything Russia has the power to dictate the situation since I doubt the US would care considering they would put most of their resources into rebuilding western Europe.
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I have made a map of the 28 Days Later franchise and what I believe would happen. This is not a cover of this story nor is it meant to be better but rather be different, especially since I do believe such an event would have lead to major changes even if just internally.
For starters while the infection made its way across Europe and lead to millions of British to flee would lead to what many call the Great Panic. Seeing what happened to Britain millions of Europeans decided to take their money and leave the continent/country with many taking extended vacation into Spain, Italy, the US, and even Russia and Mexico. This was especially true of the wealthy, famous, well connected, beautiful, specialists, engineers, and other who either had greater amount of resources, connections, or just a greater understanding of the situation.
Such events would lead to an increase in violence and a de-facto great depression across Western Europe as more people left as increasing violence, paranoia, economic depression, and increasing state control all occurred. Notably France was already making its way towards a police state as increasing violence between the state, protesters, and extremists all occurred.
The infection did make its way into Western Europe with the situation being horrible as millions died although millions survived as they fled the infection and moved into more secure areas. From the millions of French who moved into Italy or Spain, or the Germans who moved into Austria, Poland, or even Russia, the massive wave of refugees would be closely fallowed by the infected. While delaying actions were taken the sheer number overwhelmed most defenders with many military forces eventually choosing to fallow the refugees in moving further south or east. Eventually the number of military forces along with support from Russia/US was enough to stop the horde as massive amounts of firepower and chemical weapons were used eventually thinning their numbers and ending the worst of the infection. After that the infected died from exposure, starvation/dehydration, and the military clean-up of the continent leaving large portions of Western Europe cleansed of both infected and people.
If is now 2024 and the world is still dealing with the aftermath of the European outbreak.
Americas
For starters the US has lost a lot of its power and influence due to the economic damage from their lose of allies and lack of markets, which lead to a great depression in the nation. Things have stabilized but things have changed. The lose of an entire continent and the major refugee wave lead to a major increase in nationalistic sentiment along with a wave of racism and xenophobia due to the major increase in Hispanic immigration. Major fears of being replaced would eventually lead to the rise of major movement promoting European/WASP/American culture and nationalism. Since then the US has been rather isolationists mostly keeping influence across Europe, Latin America, and East Asia.
Canada also saw a major rise of nationalism due to all of the refugees leading to the state to eventually see one of the British Royals becoming the countries monarch, while the Quebecois left due to increasing French nationalism and increasing disputes with the rest of the nation.
Mexico is not doing well with a significant portion of the nation being controlled by the Cartels or Far-left forces. It looks like Mexico as it stands is not long for this world. The rest of Latin America has also seen a general increase in nationalism and a greater push of their European heritage both from refugees and fears of potential replacement. The biggest change was Venezuela/Suriname moving into Guyana and leaving a rump state. Argentina would outright buy the Falklands from the British who at that point were willing to receive any kind of support.
Europe
Undoubtedly Europe was the hardest continent hit by the infection as millions died or were forced to move in a migration unseen in human history. Britain, France, Belgium, Germany, Czech Republic, Poland, and Hungary got the worst of it with many of said nations losing millions of people with many of their homelands being abandoned. Since then Britain and France have pushed for the rebuilding and resettlement of their nations but it has taken time as the process is both expensive and lacks people especially as many refugees have chosen to remain in their new homelands, along with most of the states being unwilling to allow non-Europeans for a very real fear of replacement.
Britain has remained a monarchy due to increase in nationalism but the nation is still rather Americanized as American culture increasingly dominates along with American settlers. France doing somewhat better as a larger portion of their people got out but they are for all intents an Italian/American puppet state. In fact the Italians and Swizz have increasingly settled on their land as they are unable to do much about it.
Belgium simply does not exist anymore with most of its refugee population choosing to assimilate into their host countries. The Dutch managed better as they flooded their country allowing more of their people to survive along with several more making their way into ships avoiding the infection. They have done the best in actually settling their lands although their population is still smaller than its pre-infection days.
Spain and Italy avoided any actual infection due to geography and major military action from their own military and the refugee military forces. However both still had to deal with major economic and political instability with Spain eventually seeing a change in government while they allowed their separatists movements to leave as they simply did not want to deal with them. Italy has managed to rebuild and has now pushed its influence across France, the Alps, and Slovenia, and Croatia becoming the major power in the region as the Far-right took power harking back to their Fascists days. Now the Italians are moving in mass into France as the Italian government increasingly seeks to annex the region into Italy proper. Overall Italy remains the number two power in Europe behind Russia.
Germany saw a large portion of its population leave towards Poland and Austria with the Austrians managing a defense of their Alpine territory. Since then the Germans have mostly assimilated leading to the rise of Austrian nationalism and even the return of the monarchy as Austria seeks to become a strong nation again. Since then they have expanded into southern Germany and seek to continue until they control the region.
In the rest of Germany the situation was similar but outside of the coast most of the nation was abandoned during the infection. Since then the Germans have somewhat returned but a significant portion of the population are Russians who came to rebuild the nation and have for the most part begun to colonize the place. With many Germans marrying Russians or assimilating into Russian culture Germany increasingly seems more like a Russian nation or at least one heavily influenced by them.
The Scandinavian countries as a whole avoided most of the infection although Denmark had to abandon large portions of their nation along with the major use of military forces from refugee military forces to stop the infection. Denmark in particular also became a major refuge for German refugees which has impacted the nation with an increase in population and economic growth. Since then the Danish have increased their influence across Northern Germany as many Germans have become dependent on Danish support in their resettlement on their homeland. Increasingly some call for their annexation into Denmark proper to further increase their support.
The rest of Scandinavia as a whole have mostly united their efforts to maintain their economy, military, and independence as together they act as the third power in Europe. This has been fueled by the nations own baby boom and European refugees allow the Scandinavians to go farther than what they would normally.
The Czech Republic managed to partially hold on in the western mountains but overall most of the country was overrun/abandoned. Since then the Czech have mostly chosen to stay in the mountains where a lot of construction occurred leaving the Russians to take over the rebuilding of the nation. For all intents Czech is a Russian colony/settlement with Russians/Ukrainians making up a majority of the population.
Poland overall managed to survive but only with Russian help and even then most of the west was abandoned/lost to the horde. While the Poles have begun to rebuild most of the western parts of the country are still under Russian occupation or dominated by the Russians with a large Russian/Ukrainian population making up the majority in the west. While the Poles would like greater independence it seems like Russia might at some point just take some of the territory with Silesia being a major point of contention between the Poles and Russians.
Russia in general has done the best out of all of the nations in Europe as they were both far away from any infection and were able to take advantage of all of the refugees with millions of them making their way to Russia with many of them also being the most useful either in terms of those with connections, resources, or skills, or women and children which all lead to a major baby boom post infection. Since then Russia has done a good job in assimilating the population into itself making it so even if the people do return to their former homeland many of them would become more culturally Russian. Since then Russia has become the strongest and most economically dominant power in Europe.
Hungary had the misfortune of not having great geography which lead the nation to decide to mass evacuate the population than continue the fight which payed off as Hungary avoided major casualties although not completely. However since then they have mostly become a weak state with the Romanians and Serbians taking over territory while the Bosnian also move in.
The Balkans overall managed to avoid the worst of the infection due to their mountains and distance to the original infection allowing them to both prepare a defense along with any military refugees, stopping the infection from spreading any further. Of course not all was well as the previous ethnic conflicts in the region flared up with Serbia moving into Bosnia to maintain order and keep the infected out leading to conflict with Bosnia. However unlike last time the rest of the world was supportive of Serbia and its moves to defend the region which lead the Serbs to quickly attain victory against Bosnia. Post infection the Serbians have remain in control over Bosnia and even parts of Croatia which both have been unable to really push against leading Serbia to continue their take over over said territories creating what many see as a greater Serbia.
The Bosnian for their own part would mostly move into what used to be Hungary and Croatia with the rest of the powers mostly leaving them alone as they have other things to deal with first.
Overall Russia has become the main power in the Balkans with their allies in Serbia, Greece, and being their main allies in the region. Italy for its own part has control over Albania, Croatia, and Slovenia who are terrified of their neighbors.
Africa
Wip.
For starters while the infection made its way across Europe and lead to millions of British to flee would lead to what many call the Great Panic. Seeing what happened to Britain millions of Europeans decided to take their money and leave the continent/country with many taking extended vacation into Spain, Italy, the US, and even Russia and Mexico. This was especially true of the wealthy, famous, well connected, beautiful, specialists, engineers, and other who either had greater amount of resources, connections, or just a greater understanding of the situation.
Such events would lead to an increase in violence and a de-facto great depression across Western Europe as more people left as increasing violence, paranoia, economic depression, and increasing state control all occurred. Notably France was already making its way towards a police state as increasing violence between the state, protesters, and extremists all occurred.
The infection did make its way into Western Europe with the situation being horrible as millions died although millions survived as they fled the infection and moved into more secure areas. From the millions of French who moved into Italy or Spain, or the Germans who moved into Austria, Poland, or even Russia, the massive wave of refugees would be closely fallowed by the infected. While delaying actions were taken the sheer number overwhelmed most defenders with many military forces eventually choosing to fallow the refugees in moving further south or east. Eventually the number of military forces along with support from Russia/US was enough to stop the horde as massive amounts of firepower and chemical weapons were used eventually thinning their numbers and ending the worst of the infection. After that the infected died from exposure, starvation/dehydration, and the military clean-up of the continent leaving large portions of Western Europe cleansed of both infected and people.
If is now 2024 and the world is still dealing with the aftermath of the European outbreak.
Americas
For starters the US has lost a lot of its power and influence due to the economic damage from their lose of allies and lack of markets, which lead to a great depression in the nation. Things have stabilized but things have changed. The lose of an entire continent and the major refugee wave lead to a major increase in nationalistic sentiment along with a wave of racism and xenophobia due to the major increase in Hispanic immigration. Major fears of being replaced would eventually lead to the rise of major movement promoting European/WASP/American culture and nationalism. Since then the US has been rather isolationists mostly keeping influence across Europe, Latin America, and East Asia.
Canada also saw a major rise of nationalism due to all of the refugees leading to the state to eventually see one of the British Royals becoming the countries monarch, while the Quebecois left due to increasing French nationalism and increasing disputes with the rest of the nation.
Mexico is not doing well with a significant portion of the nation being controlled by the Cartels or Far-left forces. It looks like Mexico as it stands is not long for this world. The rest of Latin America has also seen a general increase in nationalism and a greater push of their European heritage both from refugees and fears of potential replacement. The biggest change was Venezuela/Suriname moving into Guyana and leaving a rump state. Argentina would outright buy the Falklands from the British who at that point were willing to receive any kind of support.
Europe
Undoubtedly Europe was the hardest continent hit by the infection as millions died or were forced to move in a migration unseen in human history. Britain, France, Belgium, Germany, Czech Republic, Poland, and Hungary got the worst of it with many of said nations losing millions of people with many of their homelands being abandoned. Since then Britain and France have pushed for the rebuilding and resettlement of their nations but it has taken time as the process is both expensive and lacks people especially as many refugees have chosen to remain in their new homelands, along with most of the states being unwilling to allow non-Europeans for a very real fear of replacement.
Britain has remained a monarchy due to increase in nationalism but the nation is still rather Americanized as American culture increasingly dominates along with American settlers. France doing somewhat better as a larger portion of their people got out but they are for all intents an Italian/American puppet state. In fact the Italians and Swizz have increasingly settled on their land as they are unable to do much about it.
Belgium simply does not exist anymore with most of its refugee population choosing to assimilate into their host countries. The Dutch managed better as they flooded their country allowing more of their people to survive along with several more making their way into ships avoiding the infection. They have done the best in actually settling their lands although their population is still smaller than its pre-infection days.
Spain and Italy avoided any actual infection due to geography and major military action from their own military and the refugee military forces. However both still had to deal with major economic and political instability with Spain eventually seeing a change in government while they allowed their separatists movements to leave as they simply did not want to deal with them. Italy has managed to rebuild and has now pushed its influence across France, the Alps, and Slovenia, and Croatia becoming the major power in the region as the Far-right took power harking back to their Fascists days. Now the Italians are moving in mass into France as the Italian government increasingly seeks to annex the region into Italy proper. Overall Italy remains the number two power in Europe behind Russia.
Germany saw a large portion of its population leave towards Poland and Austria with the Austrians managing a defense of their Alpine territory. Since then the Germans have mostly assimilated leading to the rise of Austrian nationalism and even the return of the monarchy as Austria seeks to become a strong nation again. Since then they have expanded into southern Germany and seek to continue until they control the region.
In the rest of Germany the situation was similar but outside of the coast most of the nation was abandoned during the infection. Since then the Germans have somewhat returned but a significant portion of the population are Russians who came to rebuild the nation and have for the most part begun to colonize the place. With many Germans marrying Russians or assimilating into Russian culture Germany increasingly seems more like a Russian nation or at least one heavily influenced by them.
The Scandinavian countries as a whole avoided most of the infection although Denmark had to abandon large portions of their nation along with the major use of military forces from refugee military forces to stop the infection. Denmark in particular also became a major refuge for German refugees which has impacted the nation with an increase in population and economic growth. Since then the Danish have increased their influence across Northern Germany as many Germans have become dependent on Danish support in their resettlement on their homeland. Increasingly some call for their annexation into Denmark proper to further increase their support.
The rest of Scandinavia as a whole have mostly united their efforts to maintain their economy, military, and independence as together they act as the third power in Europe. This has been fueled by the nations own baby boom and European refugees allow the Scandinavians to go farther than what they would normally.
The Czech Republic managed to partially hold on in the western mountains but overall most of the country was overrun/abandoned. Since then the Czech have mostly chosen to stay in the mountains where a lot of construction occurred leaving the Russians to take over the rebuilding of the nation. For all intents Czech is a Russian colony/settlement with Russians/Ukrainians making up a majority of the population.
Poland overall managed to survive but only with Russian help and even then most of the west was abandoned/lost to the horde. While the Poles have begun to rebuild most of the western parts of the country are still under Russian occupation or dominated by the Russians with a large Russian/Ukrainian population making up the majority in the west. While the Poles would like greater independence it seems like Russia might at some point just take some of the territory with Silesia being a major point of contention between the Poles and Russians.
Russia in general has done the best out of all of the nations in Europe as they were both far away from any infection and were able to take advantage of all of the refugees with millions of them making their way to Russia with many of them also being the most useful either in terms of those with connections, resources, or skills, or women and children which all lead to a major baby boom post infection. Since then Russia has done a good job in assimilating the population into itself making it so even if the people do return to their former homeland many of them would become more culturally Russian. Since then Russia has become the strongest and most economically dominant power in Europe.
Hungary had the misfortune of not having great geography which lead the nation to decide to mass evacuate the population than continue the fight which payed off as Hungary avoided major casualties although not completely. However since then they have mostly become a weak state with the Romanians and Serbians taking over territory while the Bosnian also move in.
The Balkans overall managed to avoid the worst of the infection due to their mountains and distance to the original infection allowing them to both prepare a defense along with any military refugees, stopping the infection from spreading any further. Of course not all was well as the previous ethnic conflicts in the region flared up with Serbia moving into Bosnia to maintain order and keep the infected out leading to conflict with Bosnia. However unlike last time the rest of the world was supportive of Serbia and its moves to defend the region which lead the Serbs to quickly attain victory against Bosnia. Post infection the Serbians have remain in control over Bosnia and even parts of Croatia which both have been unable to really push against leading Serbia to continue their take over over said territories creating what many see as a greater Serbia.
The Bosnian for their own part would mostly move into what used to be Hungary and Croatia with the rest of the powers mostly leaving them alone as they have other things to deal with first.
Overall Russia has become the main power in the Balkans with their allies in Serbia, Greece, and being their main allies in the region. Italy for its own part has control over Albania, Croatia, and Slovenia who are terrified of their neighbors.
Africa
Wip.
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Kaliningrad Fortress against the Rage Virus
On February 14, 2003, following the outbreak of the BeNeLux Rage Virus epidemic, the Russian government was concerned about what was happening in Europe. Fearing for the safety of civilians, it was announced the mass evacuation of the population and industrial facilities from the Kaliningrad Oblast, the reinforcement of the contingent of troops and the mass mining of the territory with anti-personnel mines. In a few months, about 97% of the population was evacuated, and 3% of the population remained in the most protected port cities. By March 28, the Kaliningrad Region had virtually no civilian population, with the exception of troops on defensive lines, which had been completed by this time period. In addition, the Russian army units were reinforced by the parts of Polish forces that defected in Kaliningrad, afraid of being infected.
On April 2, crowds of infected began advancing through the Kaliningrad Oblast, suffering huge losses due to mines that were in a large part of the Kaliningrad, which delayed the arrival of infected people to the first line of defense and Baltic States. A week later, the infected tried to break through the first line of defense, but this attempt failed due to the massive use of mines and artillery, as well as machine gun nests studded throughout the entire area of the defensive lines. Minefields and fierce resistance only delayed the arrival of the infected, and the Baltic States fell by the end of April.
On May 1, streams of infected rushed to the defense lines on the Neman River, fortress cities such as Sovetsk, Ladushkin, Druzhba, Tishino, Chernyakhovsk, Kaluzhskoye, Zhilino, and the Bagrationovsk-Kaliningrad highway. The extensive use of aviation, artillery, mining with the help of aviation and artillery, as well as the tactics of fortress cities, together with the heroic resistance of the defenders of Kaliningrad, including the remnants of the Baltic armies, held the first line of defense until June, after which it shifted slightly back in the area near Strelnya, and on June 5 - at all , the entire first line of defense shifted back, retreating for reserve positions, while communications and supplies with the fortress cities continued to be maintained. By the end of June, the entire first line of defense had shifted to reserve positions in the area between Mozyr and Chernyakhovsky, but the rest of the defense line held until July 4, after which the entire first line of defense rolled back to reserve positions, passing along the Solnechnoye-Chapaevo line.
On June 15, chemical weapons were used along the entire length of the first line of defense, killing hundreds of thousands of infected. Simultaneously with the use of chemical weapons, the Russian Armed Forces launches a full-scale offensive through the Baltic States to provide a supply corridor and divert some of the infected from the Kaliningrad Oblast. The Baltic and Northern Fleets actively supply the Kaliningrad Front with ammunition and food, but due to the huge flows of infected people, as well as the significant consumption of ammunition, this is not enough. To ensure the continuous supply for troops in Kaliningrad, armored trains were used, some of which were transferred from Chechnya to the European part of Russia. Equipped with 23 mm anti-aircraft guns, carrying several BMP-2 and T-55 or T-62 tanks on railway platforms, with armored wagons with loopholes for firing from inside the wagon, armored trains successfully delivered supplies to Kaliningrad, which was so important for its defenders.
On June 21, simultaneously with the successful breakthrough of Russian troops through the Baltic States, reaching Siauliai, the troops of the Southern flank of the Kaliningrad first defense line were forced to abandon their positions due to the influx of hordes of infected, retreating to the Mezhdurechye-Sovetsk line. Before the withdrawal, chemical weapons were used, and tactical airburst nuclear strikes were carried out on huge clusters of infected near Ozersk, Gusev and Nesterov via short-range ballistic missile systems, based in Kaliningrad. The cities themselves were hit by rockets with nerve gas.
On June 23, a missile strike was launched by means of small-range tactical missile systems in the area of Novo-Bobruisk on non-evacuated chlorine stocks in order to stop the advance of infected people on the village of Bolshaya Polyana. On the same day, the Russian Air Force began supporting the Kaliningrad Front from the territory of mainland Russia, using strategic and frontline aircraft to launch airstrikes against particularly large concentrations of infected people. The huge delay was caused by the need to support troops on the border with Ukraine, Belarus and the Baltic States.
By June 29, the Russian Armed Forces reached Klaipeda and secured the Curonian Spit, and also managed to provide a safe supply corridor - 433 kilometers wide and 444 kilometers long. Kaliningrad was no longer in a state of blockade. During the same period, the most fierce attack of the infected fell, which was repelled with hard work, often causing chemical attacks on their own positions, since their number was so huge that it was impossible to repel all attacks. Only the massive use of chemical weapons saved the situation without the risk of mass casualties, since all the soldiers were in NBC suits. But there were still losses - about 35% of the soldiers of the first line of defense were killed by infected.
By July 15, Russian troops reached the borders of the Kaliningrad Oblast, providing a reliable supply corridor.
The Kaliningrad Fortress survived.
On February 14, 2003, following the outbreak of the BeNeLux Rage Virus epidemic, the Russian government was concerned about what was happening in Europe. Fearing for the safety of civilians, it was announced the mass evacuation of the population and industrial facilities from the Kaliningrad Oblast, the reinforcement of the contingent of troops and the mass mining of the territory with anti-personnel mines. In a few months, about 97% of the population was evacuated, and 3% of the population remained in the most protected port cities. By March 28, the Kaliningrad Region had virtually no civilian population, with the exception of troops on defensive lines, which had been completed by this time period. In addition, the Russian army units were reinforced by the parts of Polish forces that defected in Kaliningrad, afraid of being infected.
On April 2, crowds of infected began advancing through the Kaliningrad Oblast, suffering huge losses due to mines that were in a large part of the Kaliningrad, which delayed the arrival of infected people to the first line of defense and Baltic States. A week later, the infected tried to break through the first line of defense, but this attempt failed due to the massive use of mines and artillery, as well as machine gun nests studded throughout the entire area of the defensive lines. Minefields and fierce resistance only delayed the arrival of the infected, and the Baltic States fell by the end of April.
On May 1, streams of infected rushed to the defense lines on the Neman River, fortress cities such as Sovetsk, Ladushkin, Druzhba, Tishino, Chernyakhovsk, Kaluzhskoye, Zhilino, and the Bagrationovsk-Kaliningrad highway. The extensive use of aviation, artillery, mining with the help of aviation and artillery, as well as the tactics of fortress cities, together with the heroic resistance of the defenders of Kaliningrad, including the remnants of the Baltic armies, held the first line of defense until June, after which it shifted slightly back in the area near Strelnya, and on June 5 - at all , the entire first line of defense shifted back, retreating for reserve positions, while communications and supplies with the fortress cities continued to be maintained. By the end of June, the entire first line of defense had shifted to reserve positions in the area between Mozyr and Chernyakhovsky, but the rest of the defense line held until July 4, after which the entire first line of defense rolled back to reserve positions, passing along the Solnechnoye-Chapaevo line.
On June 15, chemical weapons were used along the entire length of the first line of defense, killing hundreds of thousands of infected. Simultaneously with the use of chemical weapons, the Russian Armed Forces launches a full-scale offensive through the Baltic States to provide a supply corridor and divert some of the infected from the Kaliningrad Oblast. The Baltic and Northern Fleets actively supply the Kaliningrad Front with ammunition and food, but due to the huge flows of infected people, as well as the significant consumption of ammunition, this is not enough. To ensure the continuous supply for troops in Kaliningrad, armored trains were used, some of which were transferred from Chechnya to the European part of Russia. Equipped with 23 mm anti-aircraft guns, carrying several BMP-2 and T-55 or T-62 tanks on railway platforms, with armored wagons with loopholes for firing from inside the wagon, armored trains successfully delivered supplies to Kaliningrad, which was so important for its defenders.
On June 21, simultaneously with the successful breakthrough of Russian troops through the Baltic States, reaching Siauliai, the troops of the Southern flank of the Kaliningrad first defense line were forced to abandon their positions due to the influx of hordes of infected, retreating to the Mezhdurechye-Sovetsk line. Before the withdrawal, chemical weapons were used, and tactical airburst nuclear strikes were carried out on huge clusters of infected near Ozersk, Gusev and Nesterov via short-range ballistic missile systems, based in Kaliningrad. The cities themselves were hit by rockets with nerve gas.
On June 23, a missile strike was launched by means of small-range tactical missile systems in the area of Novo-Bobruisk on non-evacuated chlorine stocks in order to stop the advance of infected people on the village of Bolshaya Polyana. On the same day, the Russian Air Force began supporting the Kaliningrad Front from the territory of mainland Russia, using strategic and frontline aircraft to launch airstrikes against particularly large concentrations of infected people. The huge delay was caused by the need to support troops on the border with Ukraine, Belarus and the Baltic States.
By June 29, the Russian Armed Forces reached Klaipeda and secured the Curonian Spit, and also managed to provide a safe supply corridor - 433 kilometers wide and 444 kilometers long. Kaliningrad was no longer in a state of blockade. During the same period, the most fierce attack of the infected fell, which was repelled with hard work, often causing chemical attacks on their own positions, since their number was so huge that it was impossible to repel all attacks. Only the massive use of chemical weapons saved the situation without the risk of mass casualties, since all the soldiers were in NBC suits. But there were still losses - about 35% of the soldiers of the first line of defense were killed by infected.
By July 15, Russian troops reached the borders of the Kaliningrad Oblast, providing a reliable supply corridor.
The Kaliningrad Fortress survived.
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The Kaliningrad first defense line was withheld, to the surprise of the generals of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation, but only because of the massive use of chemical weapons, aviation, artillery, tanks, partially nuclear weapons and strikes on non-evacuated chemical industry enterprises and warehouses with chemicals to slow down the progress of the infected. If the Russian army had delayed the offensive a little longer, the first line of defense would have been broken through by the infected, and the defenders of Kaliningrad would have had to retreat to the second line of defense - already to Kaliningrad itself.
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Jodie Comer, Aaron Taylor-Johnson & Ralph Fiennes To Star In ‘28 Years Later’ For Danny Boyle And Sony Pictures
Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Jodie Comer and Ralph Fiennes have boarded Danny Boyle’s 28 Years Later, a sequel movie to 28 Days Later.
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For a time, this fanfic was considered the spiritual predecessor and successor to the franchise.
A bit late but someone mentioned about the U.S. still owning supercarriers by the time of the European Outbreak in 2003.
So I'm trying to build an ORBAT of what aircraft carriers are available here in TTL 2003:
United States Navy
** USS Constellation was nearing her decommissioning in 2003. She would be decommissioned IOTL August 2003.
Royal Navy
Invincible-class aircraft carrier
Some consider HMS Ocean (L12) as an aircraft carrier when in fact she is a helicopter carrier.
Marine Nationale
Russian Navy
Kuznetsov-class aircraft carrier
People's Liberation Army Navy
* Butterflies would have made China develop their navy so here we can assume the Liaoning was developed faster.
Marine Militare
Armada Espaniola
* Spanish amphibious assault ship Juan Carlos I was ordered IOTL May 2003. Not sure if the European outbreak would butterfly that or not affect it.
Royal Thai Navy
Japan Maritime Self Defense Force
So I'm trying to build an ORBAT of what aircraft carriers are available here in TTL 2003:
United States Navy
- Enterprise-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier
- USS Enterprise (CVN-65)
- Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier
- USS Nimitz (CVN-68)
- USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (CVN-69)
- USS Carl Vinson (CVN-70)
- USS Theodore Roosevelt (CVN-71)
- USS Abraham Lincoln (CVN-72)
- USS George Washington (CVN-73)
- USS John C. Stennis (CVN-74)
- USS Harry S. Truman (CVN-75)
- USS Ronald Reagan (CVN-76) - under construction as of the time of the European outbreak.
- Kitty Hawk-class supercarrier
- USS Kitty Hawk (CV-63)
- USS Constellation (CV-64)**
- USS John F. Kennedy (CV-67)
** USS Constellation was nearing her decommissioning in 2003. She would be decommissioned IOTL August 2003.
Royal Navy
Invincible-class aircraft carrier
- HMS Invincible (R05)
- HMS Illustrious (R06)
- HMS Ark Royal (R07)
Some consider HMS Ocean (L12) as an aircraft carrier when in fact she is a helicopter carrier.
Marine Nationale
- French aircraft carrier Charles de Gaulle
Russian Navy
Kuznetsov-class aircraft carrier
- Russian aircraft carrier Admiral Kuznetsov
People's Liberation Army Navy
- Unnamed aircraft carrier (previously Soviet/Ukrainian aircraft carrier Varyag)
* Butterflies would have made China develop their navy so here we can assume the Liaoning was developed faster.
Marine Militare
- Italian aircraft carrier Giuseppe Garibaldi
- Italian aircraft carrier Cavour - laid down in 2001, under construction at the time of the European outbreak
Armada Espaniola
- Spanish Navy aircraft Príncipe de Asturias
* Spanish amphibious assault ship Juan Carlos I was ordered IOTL May 2003. Not sure if the European outbreak would butterfly that or not affect it.
Royal Thai Navy
- HTMS Chakri Naruebet
Japan Maritime Self Defense Force
- The JMSDF currently has no aircraft carriers but Tokyo plans to build a pair for the future in case of Rage outbreaks and humanitarian concerns. This has drawn concerns from China and both Koreas as a symbol of Japanese military resurgence. Currently, the only thing closest to an aircraft carrier Japan currently possesses are three Osumi-class landing ship tanks (LSTs): namely the JDS Osumi (LST-4001), JDS Shimokita (LST-4002), and JDS Kunisaki (LST-4003) but can only carry helicopters. The two Haruna-class helicopter destroyers: JDS Haruna (DDH-141) and JDS Hiei (DDH-142) and the two Shirane-class helicopter destroyers: JDS Shirane (DDH-143) and JDS Kurama (DDH-144) do not resemble aircraft carriers.
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Looking forward to where the franchise goes from here . The three actors announced so far are all British, which makes me assume that the next film will be set in the UK again, at least partially. It’ll be interesting to see how the UK has coped almost three decades since the outbreak. With most of the population wiped out in 2002, there can’t be many people left on the island to become infected, and those who do get infected die within weeks anyway. It makes me wonder if they’ll go the route of “intelligent” infected who can sustain themselves and plan, sort of like Don in 28 Weeks Later.
The Thin Blue Line : Part One
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Since we’re all patiently waiting on the next entry in the 28 Days Later universe coming out at some point, I decided to write something on this thread for the first time in a while to pass the time. A short story following the first hours of the outbreak. Not sure where I’ll go with it , but nonetheless here goes:
Cambridge , England , 8:57 pm, 4th May 2002
“There must be a reason they make their coffees so bloody hot.” Paul said wishing he had a glass of water to sooth his burning tongue.
“Poor baby , would you like me to take you back for an ice cream to cool it down?” His colleague Mark mocked.
“Piss off.” Paul said with a laugh “besides the ice cream machine is probably buggered again anyway.”
“Ah well if police work doesn’t work out you can always apply for McDonalds and show them how to make a perfect temperature coffee.” Mark shrugged. Mark was the driver tonight, he’d parked them up in a quiet car park near McDonalds so they could enjoy their break in peace. Night shifts always dragged in, unless it was weekends when there were always plenty of calls to deal with drunken shenanigans.
Mark checked his watch. 9:00 pm. Only seven hours to go till clocking out time. His wife and daughter would be in bed by now. He and Emma had been married for sixteen years and had a nine year old daughter who was growing up to be a bright young lady . He felt incredibly lucky, but sometimes he really wished he could spend less time at work and more time with his family, but he had a job to do.
“Been a quiet one so far Mark. Fingers crossed it keeps that way.” Paul said, blowing at his coffee before taking another sip.
“You’ve bloody jinxed it now , lad. Never say it’s quiet !” Mark said in a mocking stern tone.
As if to confirm his superstition over calling a night “quiet”, the radio suddenly came to life .
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 from Sierra Oscar, are you receiving , over?” The voice said over the radio, Sergeant Graham sounded a little jumpy tonight, which was somewhat worrying as the guy always had his shit together.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1, receiving, over.” Mark said, pressing the button on the radio , giving Paul a “told you so” look.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 , we have reports of a serious disturbance near the university. Six separate 999 calls reporting people smashing windows and attempting to assault passers by . The first report came from Main Drive near the university’s Department of Pathology. Check out that area first. Not many details other than that I’m afraid , can you proceed and check it out ? Over.” The sergeant said over the radio.
“All received Sierra Oscar, heading over there now. Over.” Mark said over the radio barely covering up his sigh.
“Paul you’re a fucking jinx mate.” Mark laughed “how many times?You never ever say it’s a quiet night.” Mark at 42 years of age had been with Cambridgeshire Constabulary since he was 30 years old , whilst Paul had only been on the beat a little over 6 months having joined shortly after his 25th birthday and was still very much the rookie.
Paul just chuckled to himself and wolfed down the last of his cheeseburger. Mark put the car in gear and fired the lights up. “Let’s get this shitcan on the move shall we?”
The streets were relatively quiet, so there was no need to put the sirens on to clear traffic. The blue lights lit up the darkened doorways of homes as they sped through the quiet roads of Cambridge until they reached the university. Mark slowed the car to a crawl as he drove down the road past the pathology department. No signs of any incidents .
“I swear , see if this is another bloody prank call.” he started.
“Wait a sec, check the doors out.” Paul pointed to the double front doors at the pathology department entrance. The glass on them had been smashed and there seemed to be blood on the ground.
“Sierra Oscar from Sierra Oscar 2-1, we’re at the university. Be advised there are signs of some kind of incident here. Smashed glass and blood. Going to investigate further , over.” Mike keyed the radio.
“All received, Sierra 2-1.” The radio came back.
Both officers stepped out of the car and walked up the stairs to the smashed doors with the torches on.
“No sign of anyone.” Paul said as he pulled the handle and opened the door, his feet crunching on the broken glass below. The hallway ahead was in darkness, only the light of the torches lit up the darkness as eerie shadows cast over the walls. The silence was deafening.
“Some creepy shit right here mate.” Paul said in barely a whisper as they gingerly made their way down the hallway, their booted footsteps echoing in the night.
“Yeah you’re not wrong. Hang on a second, what’s this ?” Mark said as he swung his light over an ajar door marked “Laboratory #1 Authorized personnel only” . Mark used his torch to push the ajar door fully open . Both men stood in bafflement at the scene before them. Blood soaked the floor- and some of the walls - that was the first thing they noticed. The chimps banging away in glass cages came a close second as they screeched like banshees. Another one was tied to a table watching a bank of tv monitors that were showing looped footage of wars and riots. Next to one of the cages was a dead chimp with a set of blood drenched bolt cutters next to it.
“What in the fuck happened in here ?” Paul asked in astonishment.
“God knows, but I’m guessing some of those animal rights types had something to do with it. They were protesting here the other week. Right I’m gonna radio this in.” Mark didn’t get a chance to continue as a high pitched scream emitted from outside.
“The fuck?” Both men said at the same time.
“Let’s move.” Mark led the way as both officers ran back outside to the sound of the scream. Someone needed help.
Perhaps fifty yards away, there was a figure standing in the middle of the road. The flashing blue lights of the police car cast a creepy light over the person. They were standing facing away from the officers with their shoulders hunched over and fists balled up as though incredibly tense. On the ground was another person who was not moving , in the darkness it was impossible to see their condition.
“Excuse me ?” Mark shouted to the person as he aimed his torch at them, lighting up the back of their head. The person spun around at incredible speed. Mark's light fell upon the man’s face. A face of pure hate, twisted and angry. Eyes a deep, dark red with blood leaking out his tear ducts and his nose. His white lab coat was covered in blood.
“Jesus Christ.” Paul said, instinctively taking a step back. The man let out a guttural growl and charged , his arms flailing at his sides.
“Stop where you are and get on the ground !” Paul ordered the man, who paid him no heed and continued to charge at them.
“Shit.” Mark said as he drew his baton and prepared for a fight. The guy running at him moved in almost inhuman ways, he looked unnatural. Mark swung his baton and connected with the man’s jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. He spat out several teeth and jumped back to his feet, seemingly not even noticing his broken jaw. The look of pure hate in his eyes was terrifying.
He attempted to grab Mark, who ducked out the way with a second to spare. He tripped over the curb, giving Mark and Paul just enough time to pin him to the ground and get the handcuffs on him. He gnashed his remaining teeth like a rabid dog and made all manner of growling and snarling sounds.
“Easy mate, stop resisting and it’ll be easier on everyone.” Mark said as he held the man down and directed Paul to check on the person down the road who was lying unresponsive. Paul quickly checked for a pulse and came back and shook his head.
“She’s dead. This fucker ripped her throat clean open. Looks like he used his teeth.” Paul said as he struggled not to vomit.
“Teeth?” Mark said in astonishment , then turned back to the man on the ground who was still thrashing about in his handcuffs “I’m arresting you on suspicion of murder, you do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence when questioned , something which you later rely on in court, anything you do say may be given in evidence.” The wild man on the ground didn’t care, or perhaps didn’t even hear Mark.
“Drugs?” Paul asked as he helped Mark wrestle the man into the back of the police car.
“Twelve years on the job and I’ve seen drugs do some crazy stuff, but nothing like this.” Mark said as he placed a spit hood on the man’s head. He kept spitting blood in their direction and he didn’t want to risk getting any on them.
“Honestly not paid enough for this crap.” Mark mumbled to himself before getting back on the radio.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, we’ve apprehended a male at the university on suspicion of murder. There’s a body of a female on the road outside the pathology department.”
“All received Sierra Oscar 2-1, bring him in. Try and get back sharpish. We have a few more calls we’re going to need you to attend to. Seems like something is kicking off tonight, over.”
“All received Sierra Oscar, over.”
Upon arrival at the station, another four officers had to come out and help Mark and Paul move the man from the car and through the station into an empty cell. The man howled and thrashed around the entire way. Attempts to communicate were pointless. The cuffs were taken off at the cell door and the hood removed before he was given a rather violent shove forward and the door locked behind him. The man screamed and banged at the door incessantly as Mark and Paul walked away and took a five minute breather in the staff canteen.
“Well, that was fucked up.” Paul said.
“Agreed. Wonder what the hell was wrong with him?” Mark pondered, “I haven’t seen anything like that. I mean yeah I’ve seen some shady stuff go on in a crack den and whatnot, but that stuff back there was next level. You know what mate? I think I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“You’ve got a good fifteen years before you can retire.” Paul said with a laugh “You’re not abandoning me just yet I’m afraid.”
Mark scoffed “Don't bloody remind me. Anyway, dunno what you’re laughing about, you've got at least 25 years to go yet young man.”
Another officer strolled into the cafeteria holding a cup of tea. William Brogue, affectionately known as Big Bob despite him being the shortest copper in the station.
“Who’s the nutter down in the cells? He’s banging away like a man possessed” Bob asked as he sipped his tea.
“Some mental case we picked up tonight at the university. Killed some poor bird, tore her neck open with his teeth and left her for dead.” Paul said .
“Fuck off, for real?” Bob asked, astonished.
“Yep. Looks like the guy is one of the staff. He was wearing a lab coat anyway. It was honestly like something out of a horror film, his eyes were red like the devil himself had possessed him or something.” Mark said “Weirdest shit I’ve seen on the job, I’ll tell you that.”
“Red eyes? Prince and Jen were just sent to a call out a few minutes ago. Two people were running around off their rocker not that far from the university, apparently their eyes were all red and bleeding and shit. You reckon it’s some new drug the young ones are on?” Bob asked.
“Wait, there’s more of these people out there?” Mark asked Bob and exchanged a look with Paul.
“Well, sounds like it.” Bob shrugged.
“What it sounds like is we’re in for a long bloody night.” Paul sighed.
“Lads?” The sergeant popped his head around the door “Good job getting that nutter brought in. I’d like to have drug tests run on him but I’m not risking anyone going in there and getting hurt. Got an ambulance coming out to check him out and get the guy sedated . Anyway, we might have more of these mental cases on the loose. Jen and Prince are out investigating a call, but I’m needing you two to go out and patrol the area around the university and keep an eye on things , see if you see anyone acting weird.”
“Yes, sarge.” They said in unison.
“No rest for the wicked boys, have fun.” Bob said as he finished his cup of tea “almost clocking out time for me, thank fuck.” He said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, not bad for some.” Mark said without so much as looking back as they headed back out the car. The streets were still quiet luckily, the occasional taxi passed by, but that was it. Night Shift was always a pleasure to drive in.
The chatter over the radio started to become a bit concerning over the next half hour. Three separate calls for assistance from officers reporting assaults in progress. One officer requesting medical assistance before going completely radio silent. Then a call came through for Mark and Paul to assist an ambulance crew on Mill Lane who had reported being attacked whilst dealing with an RTC. Mark had been right, it was going be a long night.
Their flashing blue lights once again illuminated the darkened and narrow streets . Just up ahead was a Ford Fiesta that had clashed into a lamppost. The hazard lights were on and the front drivers door was open. In front of that was the ambulance they had been sent to assist. It’s light we’re flashing away and back doors wide open. The two cops exited the car and approached the scene cautiously. The airbag had inflated in the car but the driver had managed to exit, though there was no sign of him in the ambulance. There was no sign of anyone in fact, but a tipped over and blood stained gurney lay in the middle of the road between the crashed car and the ambulance.
“Mark, tonight is just going from one level of weird to another.” Paul said as he searched the back of the ambulance. Nobody there.
“No bloody kidding. This is giving me bad vibes mate.” Mark said as searched the crashed car for any clues.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, we’re at the site of the incident. One crashed car, no sign of the occupants. Also one ambulance and no sign of the crew. Over.” Mark said into the radio. Before he could hear the reply from Ops there was a crash behind him. A man had run into a bin and sent the contents scattering all over the road as empty coke cans and crisp packets spread all over . Paul instinctively went to go and assist until Mark grabbed him back.
“Look at his eyes.” Mark said as the man got back to his feet. They were red, just like the other lunatic. The man glared at the two cops but before he could charge them he doubled over in agony and began to vomit. He was projectile vomiting blood all over the street.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, we have someone vomiting blood at our location. He seems to be afflicted by whatever issue that other guy we brought in has. How do you want us to proceed? Over.” Mark said over the radio. Before a reply could come, the man had stopped vomiting and gotten back to his feet. He roared and balled his first and sprinted like an Olympic athlete at Paul, who lifted a foot and stuck it right in his crotch , sending him reeling to the ground.
“Stay on the bloody ground !” Paul ordered the man, who paid no heed as he started to get back up.
“Fuck , watch out !” Mark yelled. Paul spun around to see two people running down the road from behind them. Both wore paramedics uniforms which were drenched in blood. For a split second Paul and Mark felt a sense of relief, but that relief quickly dissipated when they saw their angry red eyes.
“Fuck this, back in the car. Move !” Mark yelled to Paul who wasted no time complying. The second the doors were slammed shut all three of the attackers were upon the car banging upon the windows. One of the paramedics vomited blood over the windscreen making it impossible to see as Mark tried to navigate the narrow streets with an insane man vomiting blood all over the car and any amount of intensive driving courses does not prepare you for that. Eventually he managed to shake the guy off and put the wipers on to clear the window. It was nothing short of a miracle they didn’t crash during all that chaos.
“Nah this is fucked up man, I didn’t sign up for this shit.” Paul practically yelled, his heart pounding like a drum.
Mark said nothing. He had always been cool and collected but tonight’s events had shocked him to his core. This was not normal. What the hell was going on ?
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, the two paramedics we were sent to help just tried to kill us! I’ve no idea what’s going on but the streets are not safe! Advise all units to proceed with caution.”
“All received Sierra Oscar 2-1, we’re getting some really weird calls coming through on our end about people going off the deep end . Could you do me a favour and check up on PC Mattis and PC Ellis? Their last known location was Colby Lane responding to a potential domestic disturbance and they’re no longer in communication. Over.”
“Received, we’ll check up on them now. Over.” Mark really didn’t want to do anything that involved being out on the streets at that point , but he couldn’t leave his colleagues out there potentially needing help.
“They were sent on a call out to check up on a report of someone running amok with red eyes, Big Bob told us.” Paul said as he scanned the empty streets for any more surprises.
“Shit that’s right. God I really don’t want to deal with any more of these nutjobs tonight.” Mark shook his head. One thing they both were noticing was the previously quiet night was giving way to an increasing number of emergency sirens. It hadn’t been noticeable at first , but now they were a near constant presence in the air. In the space of five minutes they saw four ambulances, two fire engines and three police vans scream by in all different directions. How long before the higher ups would need to call in help from outside if this kept up ?
They turned into Colby Lane and it was immediately clear something was wrong. Smoke was billowing out of a kitchen window from one house and there was a car smashed through someone’s living room wall three doors down from that. Parked up at the side of the road was PC Jenny Ellis and PC Harry Mattis’ car. There was no sign of them until Mark brought the car a bit closer and saw a body lying next to the empty police car . PC Mattis was dead. His face was covered in blood but his bright ginger hair gave it away it was Harry. His nickname at the station had been “Prince” on account of him being a ginger man named Harry. Go figure.
From the house to the right, the front door burst open and a woman came sprinting down the path towards the front gate. Mark made ready to speed off until he realised he recognised the person . Jenny Ellis was running for the car, and it was a look of fear in her eyes , not hate. She was normal.
“Get fucking moving!” She screamed as she ran towards the car as two people bolted out the house behind her in hot pursuit, blood dripping from their mouths. She practically ripped open the back door in the car and dived in, slamming it shut behind her. The two people who had bounced out the house after her were seconds too late and gave up chasing the car soon after .
“Jenny, the hell is going on? What happened to Prince?” Mark asked.
“It was supposed to be a ‘domestic’ , was it fuck. We got here and the street was in chaos. I went up to the house , Prince tried to talk to the residents outside. Everything went tits up after that.” Jenny said as she broke down sobbing. “I can’t believe he’s dead. How can this be happening?”
“It’s not your fault, love. You couldn’t have done anything. Let’s get back to the station and figure out our arseholes from our elbows. We are way over our heads here.” Mark replied and he radioed ahead to Control to let them know the situation.
Paul said nothing, he stared numbly out the window. He barely registered the kebab shop on fire as they passed it. Two fire engines sat outside the burning kebab shop with their lights on and engines running and hoses lying all over the wet road but no firefighters in sight. An ambulance lay on its side a little further down the street, smashed glass littering the road. Was that blood mixing with the water on the road ? Paul didn’t have time to get a proper look. What the hell had happened ? Again, Mark radioed it in, but he felt at this point it was a fruitless endeavour.
During the fifteen minute drive back to the station, more and more panicked calls filled the radio airwaves, some were cut off mid scream. Whatever was going on was far from normal.
When they arrived back at the station, the Chief Inspector was on the scene having been woken up by an urgent call to come to work. Chief Inspector William Gates called all officers currently in the station into the Briefing Room. There were a notable number of missing faces from the night shift crew that should have been there.
“Okay ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming. I understand some of you have had some rather unpleasant experiences tonight, so I thank you for all your hard work. Unfortunately there’s more of that to come from what I can see. We don’t know exactly what we’re dealing with tonight, other than the first reports of incidents came from the university at just before 2100 last night, so about three and a bit hours ago. Since then we’ve been inundated with reports of people in a delirious or drugged up state running riot in the streets. As of now I can confirm we have sadly lost five of our officers to this violence. Harry Mattis, Richard Hillside, Mohammed Ghani, Samantha Dodgson and Ian Fraiser have been killed.” Gasps and sobs filled the briefing room before the Inspector continued “On top of that, we have eleven other officers who are missing and have been out of communication for over two hours. We’re not giving up on them and unless we find a body we won’t be assuming anything worse than a communications issue has happened to them yet. In terms of civilian casualties, we don’t have any definitive number yet but we’re looking at at least twenty people dead. Currently we don’t have an official understanding of what’s behind tonight’s events, but I can confirm we are looking into a potential biological source of what’s happening. We won’t have more answers for a few hours unfortunately. Obviously this is a situation that is completely new to us all, none of us have dealt with violence on this scale before, but I have my confidence in each and every one of you that you will represent Cambridgeshire Constabulary to the utmost of your capabilities. Thank you.” The inspector left the room to attend to other matters, leaving the perhaps 25 officers in the room shocked to their core. Five dead, a dozen missing? Not to mention twenty dead members of the public.
“Mark, what the fuck is happening ?” Paul asked in horror “I’ve never heard of anything like this.”
“Yeah this is new territory for me too, lad.” Mark said as he stood up from his chair “let's go see what the sarge wants us to do.”
“Hopefully not going back out there.” Paul muttered under his breath.
The sergeant came out of the control room and threw an empty Red Bull can into the bin.
“Glad to see you too are ok. How’s Jenny?” Sergeant Graham asked motioning over to the young female officer who had her head in her hands at a table on the other side of the room.
“Physically she’s fine, but after what she went through tonight.” Paul said then shrugged “I think it’s best to send her home.”
“Yeah I think so. I’ll see what she wants to do, but we really do need all hands on deck tonight” the sergeant said, looking over at the traumatised officer. “Anyway lads, it’s a shit show we have right now and frankly nobody knows what to do. The Chief Inspector has already been on the phone to the Chief Constable and he’s trying to get in support from neighbouring forces. I’m told he’s in touch with the Home Office about what’s happening. We’re sending out the heavies tonight. Got the riot lads gearing up to head into the breach and we’re bringing in the morning shift early too.”
“What do you need us to do? Because the things we had to deal with out there tonight are honestly a bit beyond our capabilities quite frankly.” Mark said “We signed up to serve the public, we didn’t sign up to be ripped limb from limb, sarge.”
“I know, I know.” Sergeant Graham was more sympathetic than Mark had expected “The plan is to set up roadblocks and form a cordon around the affected areas. We don’t need heroes though, no unnecessary risks are to be taken. If you feel your lives are at risk, you are to return back to the station. We’re also handing out these as a precaution.” The sergeant produced a packet of face masks and latex gloves.
“The fuck is this sarge?” Paul asked in bewilderment.
“The way these people are vomiting and bleeding all over everything is worrying. Some of the ambulance guys are worried it could be something contagious.” Sergeant Graham said “They dropped these masks and gloves off for us to use.”
“Contagious? What, they think this is some kind of sickness?” Mark asked .
“Just a working theory now. Better to be safe than sorry. For all we know this could be some souped up version of rabies going about.” Graham said.
“Well it did start near the Pathology Department at the university.” Paul offered up. “Plus that nutter we brought in was some kind of scientist judging by the lab coat.”
“That’s a good point. With all this shit that’s being happening tonight I didn’t even think about that. I’m going to follow up on that and let the higher ups know, you could be onto something there. Right, take these gloves and masks and put them on when you go out there. I need you to head to the junction between Huntingdon Road and Castle Street. We’re setting up one of our roadblocks there to keep these lunatics from going any further north. Other units are setting up to the east and west of your position. Ideally we’d like you to hold your positions until we can get the riot lads ready and into the fight. Are you up for it?”
“Yes sarge.” Both men said, though the lack of enthusiasm was evident.
“Thanks , I know it’s a big ask after losing five of our own. It’s appreciated.” Sergeant Graham said as he slinked back into the control room, whilst Mark and Paul quickly finished their coffees and went back out to the car.
Ten minutes later they pulled up at the roadblock on Castle Street. Things seemed calm for now, but who knew how long that would last ? Two police vans and three police cars had blockaded the road whilst ten officers made sure nobody passed who shouldn’t be passing, which really consisted of shining a torch into people's facing to make sure they didn’t have red eyes and drooling blood. Most of the civilians passing through the roadblock were terrified residents fleeing the violence that was shattering local neighbourhoods. Tearful people told stories of loved ones suddenly turning violent and attacking people.
“So far, so good.” Paul said to Mark as he scanned the street ahead. The roads were quiet and the few people who were on the street were clearly regular people trying to get away from the violence, not add to it.
“Yeah, but I think our peace will be shattered soon.” Mark said in a none too hopeful tone as he pointed down the street. Paul looked to where his friend pointed and saw shadows moving down the street, flames licking up from a burning car made the shadows look bigger than whatever was casting them. It was an eerie sight. It was the sounds these people made as they approached which brought utter dread to the officers manning the blockade. Growling, guttural , sometimes gurgling noises mixed in with angry roars. They didn’t sound human. It was terrifying.
“We’re about to be in a world of shit.” Mark said bluntly.
“Let’s kick some arses.” Paul said as he readied his baton.
“Stop where you are !” Marks' voice boomed alongside his colleagues to no avail as the baying maniacs came ever closer. The first one slid right over the bonnet of one of the police cars and made a beeline for Paul, who sidestepped the man and kicked him in the ribs , forcing him to the ground. Mark and another officer helped to get the wild man under control and handcuffed, and it took an almost Herculean effort to wrestle the man into the back of one of the police vans. After slamming the door, the growling and banging from inside the van was incessant. As Mark and Paul collected themselves, they saw the other officers manhandling another one of the crazies into the back of the van at great effort. It was sheer luck none of the coppers had been injured in the melee.
“What’s wrong with these people, man?” Paul said as he tried to catch his breath after the struggle.
“Focus mate, here’s more coming.” Mark said as several people sprinted down the street towards their roadblock. One of them was a naked woman of around seventy. She ran at incredible speeds for a woman of her age, which had clearly caught one of the officers off guard as the two tumbled to the ground together as she tried to claw and punch at his face. Another officer forcibly removed her from his colleague and threw her down violently on the road where she smacked her head hard on the concrete. Dead or unconscious? It was impossible to know or even care at that point as the recently assaulted officer started screaming in agony and shouting that he was burning up. A colleague tried to lift him to his feet whilst the others tried to fight off the group that was trying to storm the roadblock. It was pure pandemonium. A few well placed baton hits had sent the attackers reeling, but that only brought a few moments reprieve as the copper in distress suddenly plunged a thumb into the other officer's eyes , leading to a sickening popping sound and a screech of agony.
“What the hell are you doing ?” Mark roared as he pulled the deranged copper off . The officer in question was Tommy Metcalf and was certainly not known for his eye gouging proficiency. Mark didn’t have time to think about the what’s or the whys, he just had to separate these two before any worse injuries could occur. Mark forced Tommy to the ground face down and held his hands behind his back , but it was difficult to keep him in place. Suddenly , the officer with the gouged eye was back on his feet and was drooling blood. He let out a guttural roar and charged Mark. Paul tackled him to the ground just in time before scrambling back to his feet and running over to Mark.
“Mate, fuck it let’s get out of here!” Paul said grabbing Mark and dragging him off of the deranged Tommy Metcalf in an effort to get him back to their patrol car. Everything seemed to be just happening so fast. In addition to the insane civilians attacking the other now six officers manning the roadblock, they had to contend with two of their own suddenly trying to kill them.
“Ok lads, fuck this. Run for it !” Mark shouted to the other officers manning the roadblock as they tried in vain to hold back the attackers. The defence finally collapsed as the coppers scattered and tried to get back in their vehicles, only to have their windows smashed and dragged out kicking and screaming. Only Mark and Paul managed to get back in their car and actually speed off without being savaged.
“Sierra Oscar - we have six officers down, repeat six officers down, two others joining in with the attackers. We’re getting out of this shit show. We’re heading back to the station.” Mark practically screamed over the radio as he sped through the streets , avoiding people who were running everywhere. Some appeared to be chasing others, some were fleeing for their lives. In the chaos it was often impossible to tell who was fleeing and who was attacking.
“Jesus” the voice of the sergeant sounded faint “roger that . Come back in, over.”
The next ten minutes was relatively uneventful as they made their way back to the station. The calls over the radio grew ever more desperate. Units being pushed back, officers screaming for back up, desperate pleas for help . It was horrific to listen to.
As they pulled into the police station car park, six large police vans with mesh grills on their windows pulled away with their lights flashing as the riot police headed into the breach. Mark considered for the briefest of moments starting smoking again as they got out of the car, but pushed the thought from his head. His nerves were shot.
“You alright, mate?” Mark asked Paul, who was staring off into space.
“Yeah I’m ok. Just really need a rest” Paul said. Even experienced coppers like Mark hadn’t seen anything like this before, so for a rookie like Paul , tonight’s events were just beyond the pale.
“Let’s go on. Get a cuppa and hopefully have time to sit down for five minutes.” Mark said as he led the way back into the police station.
Sergeant Graham greeted them at the door as they walked in.
“Thank fuck you two made it at least. What a bloody mess. Head into the briefing room. The CI is in there now.”
The two merely nodded and headed in, lost in their own thoughts.
The briefing room was significantly emptier than it had been earlier on in the night. At least twenty faces that should have been there were missing. The rest of the officers in the room looked exhausted and some looked close to mentally broken.
The Chief Inspector cleared his throat and spoke up : “Right , I guess that’s pretty much everyone then. I’m not going to beat around the bush here. We are up shit creek without a paddle. Never mind a paddle we don’t have a fucking canoe. I wish I could give you an answer. I don’t have any. I don’t know how many of our guys are dead. I don't know how many have gone over to the other side, whatever that side is. I don’t know what’s causing all this. All I know is if we're up to our necks in it and we’re all going to have to look out for each other in the coming hours and days. We have our public order units deploying into the worst areas now to try and contain this , so for the time being you’re being pulled off the streets as frankly sending you guys out there without adequate protective gear is tantamount to suicide. I'll be needing you to help direct traffic, protecting shelters which the council are setting up for folk displaced from their homes and things like that. Any questions ?”
“Sir, we’ve spoken to a few paramedics and they all reckon this looks like some kind of infection. What do you think?” A young female officer asked. Her eyes were puffy from crying. She’d not long found out her close friend had been killed in the violence.
“I don’t know. I’ve been told that doctors over at Addenbrookes are running tests on people we brought in to them and that’s certainly the working theory over there, but I’ve had no official confirmation on that yet. To be on the safe side though I’d urge you all to utilise the face masks and gloves you’ve been handed if you do come in contact with any of these people though.”
“Are other forces coming in to help us ?” Another officer asked from the back of the room.
“I’ve been speaking to the Chief Constable, he says we’re going to get support from Thames Valley and the Met at some point in the morning. Until then we’re on our own.”
“Sir, there’s a lot of empty chairs in here.” Paul said , leaving that hanging in the air.
The Chief Inspector looked down for a second , before looking back up and meekly nodding and sighing “I know, I know. A lot of our friends made the ultimate sacrifice tonight. Too many. We will get justice for them, I promise you that. Okay, I’ve got to go and phone the Chief Constable again. Keep up the good work, and stay safe.”
The officers filed out of the room and into the canteen. They’d earned a coffee and a sandwich and a sit down for a few minutes at least , they are only human after all.
“I’m worried about Emma and Sophie.” Mark said, tapping his fingers on the table before checking his watch : 1:09 am. “They’ll be asleep at this time . They’ll have no idea what’s going on.”
“They’ll be fine mate. This shit isn’t happening near your house.” Paul said, taking a bite from his cheese and ham sandwich.
“For now, but what if this thing spreads further? I mean what if it is some kind of infection ? This isn’t normal rioting.”
Paul nodded “Yeah, I get you. You want to go and check on them ?”
“The brass will have a fit if we leave during a crisis of this scale.” Mark shook his head in frustration.
“We could go and come back. It’s hardly abandoning our posts. We’ll be gone half an hour at worst.”
“Okay, let’s do it.” Mark made up his mind. As they stepped out of the station, the acrid smell of smoke was evident. Something was on fire not far away. Sirens filled the night air and didn’t seem to end. This situation was still escalating.
Paul took a turn driving and navigated the still quiet streets of Cambridge as they headed for Mark's house on the outskirts of town. In the space of ten minutes they passed by six corpses lying in bloody heaps on the ground along with several wrecked cars and smashed windows in shops and homes, but as they got further into the outskirts , things looked better. The violence hadn’t reached this part of Cambridge yet.
All the lights in Mark's home were off as they pulled into the driveway of his three bedroom semi detached house. Even here, a good few miles from where the worst of the violence was happening, the smell of smoke drifting over from the city centre was still evident, and the sound of distant sirens was audible for anyone listening.
Mark quietly unlocked the front door and walked in the house with Paul , closing the door behind him. He crept upstairs as quiet as possible and into the bedroom he shared with Emma. She slept peacefully on her side , and it pained him to have to wake her up when she looked so content.
“Emma, babe. Time to wake up.” Mark said as he gently shook her.
“What?” She mumbled as her eyes flickered open “What time is it ?”
“About half past one in the morning.”
“What are you getting me up at this time for you ?” She asked, perhaps more harshly than she intended.
“Something bad is going on. It started as rioting, but it’s worse than that. People are killing each other. The city centre is basically a war zone. I had to come back and make sure you and Sophie are ok.” Mark said as he stroked her hair .
“Why? What’s causing it?” She asked, more alert now .
“Not a clue. Some of the lads at the station reckon it is a kind of sickness that’s going around. Some sort of infection that drives you loopy. We’ve lost a few of our own tonight. More than a few. Good mates…good mates just…gone.” Mark said, barely believing his own words. It didn’t feel real.
“Jesus, that's awful. Thank god you’re ok though, that’s the main thing. So what do we do? Sophie has school in the morning. We can’t wake her up at this time.” Emma rubbed her eyes as she sat up in bed.
“Nobody is going to school tomorrow. Pretty sure the council will have them all closed. Besides, a few schools are being turned into shelters for people forced to leave their homes.” Mark said as he started to stand up “Look, Paul’s downstairs waiting on me, we’re going to have to head back to the station . I just had to make sure you were safe and let you know what was happening. When we go out I need you to lock the door behind us and both of you get dressed and have a bag of clothes and other things ready to go at a moment's notice. If things get worse or get any closer to here, I’ll come straight back and pick you both up. For now it’s safe here , just stay put and keep the doors locked and curtains closed. If you put the tv on, keep the volume on down low.”
“Okay Mark. Just be safe out there. You’re no good to us dead , you hear me ? You don’t go being a hero. You’re already a hero to that little girl sleeping in the next room and she needs her daddy , alright ?” Emma said with tears in her eyes as they hugged. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too babe.”
Mark held back his own tears and he hugged her tight and quietly went to Sophie’s room and kissed her on the forehead. He didn’t have it in him to wake her up to say goodbye.
Mark came downstairs and looked down at his boots as he walked out the house with Paul behind him. He didn’t want him to see the tears welling in his eyes.
“They’ll be fine. I’ve told her to get Sophie ready and keep the doors locked. If shit hits the fan we come right back and get them. They can discipline me all the want, my family comes first.” Mark said and took a deep breath. The smell of smoke still hung in the air.
“Let’s find out what they want us to do.” Mark said he reached for the radio
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, are you receiving , over?” Mark spoke into his radio. Silence.
He frowned and tired again “Sierra Oscar 2-1, to Sierra Oscar are you receiving , over?” Once again, silence.
“That’s unusual.” Was all Paul could say.
“We’ll mate, I’d say it’s been an unusual night so why change it up ? Let’s just get there and see what’s going on. Grahams probably just out for a piss or something.” Mark replied as he put the car in gear and headed back to the station.
More blue lights flashed by in various directions. Now there was a helicopter hovering somewhere over the city centre shining a spotlight down on some unseen threat below.
Mark brought the car into a parking space at the station . He had plenty to choose from since literally every single car was deployed. Thankfully their noses were not assaulted by the smell of smoke this time due to a change in wind direction, by the sounds of chaos were ever present : more sirens, more shouting, more smashing glass. It sounded much closer than it had when they’d left the station. It was clear the violence was spreading.
“I’m definitely grabbing another coffee.” Paul said struggling a yawn as they walked through the back doors of the police station and headed for the canteen.
They both stopped dead in their tracks. There was a trail of blood on the floor leading all the way up the corridor and into where the staff canteen was.
“What in the fuck is this ?” Paul said in disbelief.
“Keep your shit together and eyes open.” Mark said as he readied his baton.
“Now we know why Control didn’t answer the bloody radio.” Paul said in barely a whisper. Mark pushed open the door to the canteen slowly, so as not to alert anyone who may be inside. He needn’t have bothered.
“Fuck me.” Mark said bluntly. The staff canteen was a horror show. Blood was drenched everywhere. Over the walls and floors. Tables and chairs were upended and scattered all over the place. Half finished sandwiches and lukewarm cups of tea and coffee were left unattended whilst the still warm bodies of their owners lay on the floor. At the far end of the room two tables had been placed on their side to act as an ad-hoc barricade, but it hasn’t made any difference. Eight bodies lay on the floor in various states of mutilation. It was a massacre.
“What the fuck happened ?” Paul asked as stepped over the bodies of former colleagues.
“This cannot be happening . This can’t be real. This is fucked.” Mark said, barely holding it together.
In amongst the slaughter was one corpse that was not wearing a uniform. A woman perhaps in her fifties with now blood stained blond hair. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and she had a head wound consistent of being hit with a police baton.
“Someone’s brought in a prisoner and she got loose I guess ?” Paul suggested.
“How does one handcuffed woman kill eight police officers?” Mark asked doubtfully.
“You saw what happened out there. The people that got attacked turned around and started attacking others. I’ve never heard of any kind of virus that works that fast though. It’s the only thing that makes sense though, isn’t it ?”
Mark just sighed “Mate, absolutely nothing makes sense tonight. Right, let’s check the control room.”
They made their way through the police station discovering more scenes of carnage. Another five bodies were found . Blood was everywhere.
“They went down fighting at least.” Paul said in barely a whisper.
“Yeah. Fighting each other. There’s no civvi bodies about. Our own guys literally ripped each other apart. It’s fucked beyond belief.” Mark replied and tried not to throw up at the stench coming from the torn insides of one of the bodies. A trail of intestines stretched across the floor.
The control room door was off its hinges, someone had broken in. Both officers stood at the entrance of the room and peered in. It looked like a whirlwind had come through , with papers scattered all over the floor and computer monitors smashed. Someone was on the far side of the room facing away from them. Before either could call out to the man, a phone rang on the wall in the control room. The man suddenly spun around on the balls of his feet and roared at the offending sound. He jumped over the desk and grabbed the phone and ripped it from the wall and proceeded to smash it repeatedly against the desk till it shattered.
“Fuck me, it’s Sergeant Graham.” Mark said as he watched his supervisor demolish the phone before dropping to his knees and vomiting blood all over the floor.
“Come on Mark , let’s get out of here.” Paul tugged at his colleague's shoulder “We can’t help him.”
Graham vomited an impressive amount of blood before starting to choke on it. Mark briefly considered trying to do something , anything , to help, but to what end ? The man was beyond saving. Within seconds his coughing and gurgling came to an end and he died on the floor of his office , face down in a pool of his own blood.
“Did that just happen ? Was that actually a real thing that just happened ?” Paul said as he put a hand on the wall to steady himself.
Mark walked over to the radio in the middle of the control room, which seemed to be the only piece of equipment that hadn't been wrecked . Calls for backup which had been inceccent an hour earlier seemed to have died off. The radio waves had gone eerily quiet. Mark wanted to believe it was because his colleagues out there were getting a handle on things, but he knew better . Put simply, dead people don’t make distress calls.
Mark keyed the radio and spoke “Attention all units . Sierra Oscar is down. I repeat , Sierra Oscar is down. Cambridge Police Station is compromised. Over and out.”
“What the hell do we do now? Who’s in charge there?” A voice came over the radio , all sense of professionalism and decorum gone.
“I don’t know. Everyone here is dead. I don’t know who’s in command. I don’t know where the Chief Inspector or Chief Constable are. I’ve no idea what’s happening at this point. Just look out for each other and get off the streets. ” Mark said, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
“Now what ?” Paul said, unable to take his eyes off his dead sergeant lying on the floor, his body still spasming.
“I’m going to get my family. It’s up to you what you do, but they’re my priority. There’s nothing more we can do here.” Mark said, shaking his head at the sheer amount of carnage surrounding them.
“I’ll come with you. We need to stick together if we’re going to survive this.” Paul decided. “Let’s go.”
“We’d both be dead if we hadn’t left when we did.” Said Paul, trying to avoid stepping on the blood as they left the wrecked police station. On the way out, Mark took a can of red spray paint from an evidence locker that he had confiscated from some kids a week earlier and spray painted on the wall next to the front door “ALL DEAD HERE.” , figuring people might come to the station hoping to find shelter and someone in authority for guidance. No sense in them going in and seeing the bloodbath inside.
Without warning , the police car's radio suddenly came to life “Attention all remaining units, this is the Chief Constable. Orders are as follows : get off the streets and find a defensible location and fortify your position. Communications are lost with Cambridge Police Station. All new orders will come from HQ in Huntingdon. Avoid contact with aggressors at all costs. If you can reach the declared safe zones at Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge Airport or Homerton College, please do so. If not, as previously stated fortify your current position if it’s a defensible location and await further orders. Over and out.”
“All remaining units? That sounds pretty fucking grim.” Mark said, shaking his head.
“What you thinking, grab your family and make for one of those safe zones he mentioned ?” Paul asked.
“Yeah I think that’s a good shout. I know they’re relatively safe where they are, but I’m not taking the risk of this thing spreading further and them being stuck in the middle of it. At least I can keep them safe if they’re with us.”
The car once again made its way through the ever chaotic streets of Cambridge. Every way they turned there was fighting in the streets. Mark had to make several detours due to car wrecks in the road. It was clear that the violence was spreading. Streets they had passed through earlier which had been peaceful were now in utter chaos. Mark's own street was no exception. The neighbours three doors down were hurriedly loading suitcases into their car and buckling the kids in whilst across the road smoke was billowing out of a broken kitchen window . In the front garden lay two unmoving bodies.
“This is bad.” Mark said with fear rising in him. His own house looked fine at least, with the curtains still drawn and no sign of any disturbances, but such chaos this close to his family would put fear into any man.
“Let’s do this quickly. In, grab them , out.” Mark said as he pulled the car up in the driveway. Paul nodded in agreement.
Both officers quickly exited the car and made a beeline for the house whilst leaving the engine running just in case they needed to make a quick getaway. Mark unlocked the door and quickly made his way upstairs. Emma stood in the bedroom fully dressed along with Sophie. Both looked sleepy .
“Mark, thank God you’re here. It’s all been kicking off here. Someone broke into Jessemains across the road. We heard the screaming from here.” Emma said as she held her daughter tight.
“Sweetheart, are you alright ?” Mark asked his little girl. Sophie nodded and hugged him tight. She was tired and confused.
“I’m scared, dad.” She said.
“Don’t you worry baby girl, I’m here now. We have to leave now though. It’s not safe to stay here so I’m taking us all someplace where we can be safe,ok?”
“Ok dad.” She said as she forced a smile.
“Where are we gonna go ?” Emma asked, her eyes full of worry.
Mark lowered his voice so as not to alarm his daughter “It’s fucked. The whole station is dead. A fucking bloodbath. The whole town is gone to shit. There’s supposedly a safe zone set up at the hospital and another at the airport. The hospital is closest so we’re going to make for there.”
“Christ.” Emma said in bewilderment. She knew there had been trouble but not the extent of it. “If it's as bad as say, they'll need all the help they can get at the hospital.” Emma had worked as a nurse at Addenbrookes Hospital for close to a decade. She loved her job and loved helping people, but this whole situation filled her with unease.
A sudden bout of shouting outside caught their attention. They all rushed over to the window and peered outside. Three people ran down the street. A couple and a young baby, with the mother holding her baby as the father ran behind trying to push her ahead.
“Keep going !” He shouted to his wife. Behind him two more people were running in chase. “Don’t stop. Don’t look back , keep going!”
The woman did as she was told and ran as fast as she could with her screaming baby. The man punched one of the pursuers in the face, knocking him to the ground, however the second attacker was on him before he had time to swing a second time. The two wrestled on the ground as the man tried to give his wife and baby daughter those precious spare seconds to get away. His head was repeatedly slammed into the road by the enraged attacker leaving nothing but bloody mush and shattered skull on the road.
“Oh my god.” Emma gasped as she shielded her daughter's eyes.
“We need to get the fuck out of here. Now.” Mark said as he led his wife and daughter down the stairs. Paul had stood guard at the bottom of the stairs waiting for them to come down. Mark looked through the peephole at the front door to make sure it was clear outside. The people involved in the brutal melee outside had moved on in search of new victims, leaving the broken body of the man attacked a few moments earlier lying motionless in the middle of the road.
They ran out the door and straight to the car , piling in as fast as they could and closing the doors behind them. Down the street, growls suddenly emitted from the dark as the group's movement caught some unwanted attention. Half a dozen people were suddenly sprinting at the police car, Mark recognised most of them as neighbours of his. He didn’t know them particularly well, but well enough to know they didn’t run down the street half dressed attempting to rip people to shreds. This all felt incredibly surreal.
“What the hell is wrong with them?” Emma shouted as they rapidly approached the car as Mark put it into gear and began to speed off. Two of them threw themselves onto the bonnet as he pulled away and attempted to punch through the windscreen, but to no avail. One rolled off almost immediately but the other tenaciously held on as Mark swerved all of the road trying to force him off the car. Trying a new tactic , he sped up then made an emergency stop, sending his neighbour flying into the middle of the road. The pain for his rather violent fall onto the road seemed to be a complete no issue for the man, who immediately jumped back to his feet and ran at the car. Mark floored it and made contact with the man, sending his tumbling over the bonnet and back on the road once more, this time with a clearly broken leg. Mark caught sight of him in the rear view mirror actually trying to drag himself down the road in pursuit of the car. A sheer single minded rage seemed to consume his former neighbour.
“Daddy!” Sophie cried out from the back of the car.
“Shhh darling it’s going to be ok. Close your eyes and don’t look.” Mark said feeling immense guilt at what his daughter had just witnessed.
The streets were pure pandemonium. Cars lay crashed all over the road with their doors wide open and abandoned, forcing Mark to maneuver at speed between the car wrecks whilst also avoiding the increasing numbers of people on the streets running in every which direction . In the dark it was almost impossible to tell between the attackers and those running for their lives as people ran down the pavements and across the roads. Homes and businesses were smashed as people broke through doors and windows in an attempt to harm those sheltering inside. The whole thing felt surreal.
“Mark, what the hell is going on?” Emma asked in bewilderment. “This is nuts.”
“I know babe. The whole situation is fucked. If this is some kind of infection like they reckon it is then we really need to try and avoid these people at all costs.” Mark said as they drove by a woman on her hands and knees in the middle of the road violently vomiting blood all over the street.
“I don’t know of any infection that shows these symptoms.” Emma said as she watched the blood vomiting man disappear out of view. “Rabies maybe? Even at that it doesn’t affect people to this degree. If it’s an infection then it has to be something we haven’t seen before.”
“An infection that drives people to kill each other ?” Paul said from the front passenger seat “Sounds like a horror film . Like Dawn of the Dead or something.”
“Only these fuckers are worse. They can run.” Mark said “I’d rather deal with some shambling zombies than these nutters.”
The group was able to breathe a sigh of relief as they drew up into the car park of Addenbrookes Hospital on the southern outskirts of Cambridge. The carnage had not yet reached here yet. Three large police vans with flashing lights blocked the road , with a gap just small enough for a car to fit through. The officers manning the roadblock wore gas masks and helmets. These guys were taking no chances. They were shining lights in the faces of the passengers in each car they were allowing through.
When it was their turn to pass through, Mark wound down his window.
“Mark? Paul? Thank Christ you lads made it out. Anyone else get out ?” Gary Crosby, the sergeant in charge of the checkpoint asked, his voice muffled through the gas mask. The officers were armed with submachine guns. Cambridgeshire Constabulary had deployed its armed response teams.
“Nope. We got back to the station and it was a massacre. Everyone who was there when it went down is dead. I dunno about the other guys already out there. It’s been a shitshow all night. What’s the script here ?” Mark asked.
“We’ve been basically keeping order here and making sure none of the nutjobs come in. So far , so good. A few of them are inside receiving treatment. Doctors reckon it’s a virus they've caught . Never heard of a virus that does that to you though. The whole city centre is a write off , though I suppose you know that already. Bodies piled up the streets by the fuckin’ hundreds. All sort of mad rumours going around tonight as well.”
“Rumours ?” Paul asked .
“Apparently two big army choppers landed over by the airport a little while ago. You know those big two blade fuckers? Lot of troops from Colchester were setting up there all kitted out in CBRN gear. Apparently anyway, who knows for sure. Also heard those reinforcements that were supposed to be coming up from the Met to help us have been told to turn around. Same with the lads on their way from Thames Valley. They reckon it’s a job for the army now. Again, not confirmed , comms are shit so all we have to go on is rumours.”
“Fuck sake, what a mess . Right sergeant I’m going to get my wife and little girl inside and get them comfortable then me and Paul will come up and assist.” Mark said .
“No problem mate. Take five minutes to get a cuppa if you need it, I know you lads have been through some shit tonight.” The masked sergeant said as he waved them through the roadblock and into the hospital grounds. The hospital itself was not as busy as they had expected to find it. Indeed most of the people in the main entrance were not patients but in effect refugees who’d been forced from their homes and headed for the hospital hoping it would be safe. All the chairs were taken and many people were sitting or even sleeping on the floor. It was clear immediately that the hospital staff were taking precautions. All of them were wearing latex gloves and surgical masks. Some were wearing protective goggles.
“Emma?” A voice piped out. The group turned round to see a masked nurse coming towards them.
“Hey Anna. How’s it been here ?” She asked her colleague.
“A bloody mess. We could have used you here earlier. I’ve honestly never seen anything like this.” Anna said. She looked exhausted.
“Our street went mental. The neighbours were murdering each other. It’s fucking wild out there.” Emma said, holding back tears. “Any word on exactly what’s causing it ?”
“It’s a viral infection. We just got the lab results back twenty minutes ago. We suspected that’s what it was , but it’s good to have confirmation. It’s completely novel. Nothing like this has ever been seen before . At least as far as I know.” Anna said as he rubbed her tired eyes. “It doesn’t seem to be airborne as far as we know. It seems to be spreading through direct physical contact. The incubation period is insane though, I’ve never heard of anything so fast acting. We’re literally talking seconds in some cases. “
“How many are infected here ?” Emma asked with concern.
“We’ve got an entire ward full. We had to move patients to other wards and some of the hallways to make room for the infected patients. Couldn’t risk them being in close proximity to each other. They’re restrained and sedated , but the sedatives keep wearing off within minutes, and as soon as they do they go wild and act like rabid animals. Honestly it’s been a hellish night. The morgue is full apparently. Some of the infected that have been brought in have died in their beds. A lot of them just crash and bleed out. Some choked to death on their own blood. We’re literally using one of the storerooms to store some of the bodies. At this rate we’ll run out of body bags by the morning.” Anna said, her eyes welling up with tears as fear and frustration settled in.
“Jesus Christ.” Emma shook her head. “Doesn’t feel real.”
Anna rushed off to continue her rounds whilst the group tried to find some space in the reception area to sit down and rest.
“We need to leave.” Mark said after a few moments thought.
“What? Why?” Paul asked in confusion.
“The government will quarantine Cambridge. No way they’ll risk this infection getting loose and going rampant all over the country. We should leave before they close the roads.” Mark replied.
“Not that I’m disagreeing, but where the hell would we go? It’s chaotic out there. The dark makes it even more dangerous.” Paul said as he looked around the crowded waiting room. Entire families were huddled together sleeping on the floor. A couple of triage nurses were making their way around checking out patients to see who needed to be seen first. Most were injuries from the huge number of car accidents that had occurred as people fled for their lives. A cleaner made her way through the waiting area mopping the floor to clean up the blood that the injured had left. The place was a mess. Through the doors came two paramedics wheeling a trolley with a writhing madman strapped to it. His mouth had been taped shut but that didn’t stop him trying to bite through the tape. The paramedics both wore surgical masks and face shields for added protection. Even through all that the exhaustion and fear in their eyes was evident as they disappeared through a set of double doors and towards one of the quarantine wards.
“If one of those fuckers gets loose...” Emma started.
“Mum, I’m scared. What was wrong with that man?” Sophie asked, her eyes wide with fear as she clung to her mother.
“He's sick, sweetheart. Don’t worry nobody is going to hurt you when you’ve got me and your dad here.” She said as she held her daughter tight. “Try and get some sleep for a bit, we might be here for a while.”
“Ok mum.” She said as she leaned on Emma’s shoulder and tried to fall asleep.
“Emma, I’m going to go speak to some of the guys, see if I can get an update on how things are going. Are you two going to be ok here for now? It'll be ten minutes at most.” Mark said as he got up on his feet.
“Course hun, don’t worry about us. Just don’t take too long. Bring us something back from the vending machine would you , please ?” Emma said as she handed him some change.
“Sure babe , I’ll do that.” Mark said as he pocketed the money and went with Paul out the front door to the police checkpoint.
Half a dozen officers armed with semi automatic weapons milled around the road , whilst another twenty officers armed with riot shields and riot helmets were also gathering, ready for whatever came their way. Or so they hoped.
“Any updates?” Mark asked the gas mask clad sergeant in charge of the checkpoint.
“Pretty much the whole town is fucked. 650 or so 999 calls in the last hour alone. Call centres can’t cope with the volume. People are dying whilst calling us, call handlers saying they’re literally hearing people being ripped apart over the phone. Grim shit, man. Comms are in chaos. Nothing is coordinated at this point, pretty much every man for himself. All those shelters set up in schools and churches are fucked too. Too many people are attracting attention. There’s rumours of a massacre at Homerton College”. Without warning, the sergeants radio came to life.
“Sergeant, we need support inside the hospital . We need it now !” A panicked voice shouted over the airwaves.
“What’s happening ?”the sergeant practically shouted into the radio.
“One of those crazy fuckers got loose. He’s spewed blood everywhere. A couple of the nurses have got it now too!” The officer's voice sounded on the edge of hysteria. There was shouting coming from inside the hospital. Not in the main entrance which was being used as refugee accommodation, but further inside where the patients were being treated.
“We need to get in there and get Emma and Sophie!” Mark said. Before Paul could say anything else , there was a sudden commotion down the road. People were approaching the checkpoint. In the darkness it was impossible to see who they were, but you could certainly hear who they were. The screeching and growling and roaring gave it away. Then they came into view. Two hastily set up flood lights hooked up to a generator next to the road illuminated a scene of terror fast approaching. At least a hundred people were rushing towards the checkpoint . It looked like they were chasing after a young couple who were fleeing for their lives towards the hospital and had inadvertently led the infected right to it. The sound of the huge crowd of infected was terrifying, it was unnatural.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Paul said bluntly as the first shots rang out , and the first infected fell down dead. No orders to halt were shouted and no warning shots were fired. This was life and death and the last of Cambridge Police intended to go down swinging. Screaming was also starting to break out in the hospital main entrance. Mark spun around and saw chaos starting to engulf inside. A mass of writhing bodies and red mist. It was impossible to see what was happening but it was clear it was horrifying beyond words.
“No! Fuck we need to get in there!” Mark cried out loud as he readied himself to run inside to save his family.
They were trapped between the chaos in the hospital and the rapidly disintegrating police line in front of them. The riot officers tried their best to hold steady, and took down dozens of infected using baton and shield, but inevitably their line broke and they too were soon added into the ranks of the infected.
“Mark, we have to run!” Paul roared and grabbed him by the arm and tried to drag him to their car.
“No, I’m not leaving them in fucking there!” Mark cried out as he pointed to the now blood drenched windows of the main entrance. The cacophony of screaming and yelling was not dying down.
Cambridge , England , 8:57 pm, 4th May 2002
“There must be a reason they make their coffees so bloody hot.” Paul said wishing he had a glass of water to sooth his burning tongue.
“Poor baby , would you like me to take you back for an ice cream to cool it down?” His colleague Mark mocked.
“Piss off.” Paul said with a laugh “besides the ice cream machine is probably buggered again anyway.”
“Ah well if police work doesn’t work out you can always apply for McDonalds and show them how to make a perfect temperature coffee.” Mark shrugged. Mark was the driver tonight, he’d parked them up in a quiet car park near McDonalds so they could enjoy their break in peace. Night shifts always dragged in, unless it was weekends when there were always plenty of calls to deal with drunken shenanigans.
Mark checked his watch. 9:00 pm. Only seven hours to go till clocking out time. His wife and daughter would be in bed by now. He and Emma had been married for sixteen years and had a nine year old daughter who was growing up to be a bright young lady . He felt incredibly lucky, but sometimes he really wished he could spend less time at work and more time with his family, but he had a job to do.
“Been a quiet one so far Mark. Fingers crossed it keeps that way.” Paul said, blowing at his coffee before taking another sip.
“You’ve bloody jinxed it now , lad. Never say it’s quiet !” Mark said in a mocking stern tone.
As if to confirm his superstition over calling a night “quiet”, the radio suddenly came to life .
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 from Sierra Oscar, are you receiving , over?” The voice said over the radio, Sergeant Graham sounded a little jumpy tonight, which was somewhat worrying as the guy always had his shit together.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1, receiving, over.” Mark said, pressing the button on the radio , giving Paul a “told you so” look.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 , we have reports of a serious disturbance near the university. Six separate 999 calls reporting people smashing windows and attempting to assault passers by . The first report came from Main Drive near the university’s Department of Pathology. Check out that area first. Not many details other than that I’m afraid , can you proceed and check it out ? Over.” The sergeant said over the radio.
“All received Sierra Oscar, heading over there now. Over.” Mark said over the radio barely covering up his sigh.
“Paul you’re a fucking jinx mate.” Mark laughed “how many times?You never ever say it’s a quiet night.” Mark at 42 years of age had been with Cambridgeshire Constabulary since he was 30 years old , whilst Paul had only been on the beat a little over 6 months having joined shortly after his 25th birthday and was still very much the rookie.
Paul just chuckled to himself and wolfed down the last of his cheeseburger. Mark put the car in gear and fired the lights up. “Let’s get this shitcan on the move shall we?”
The streets were relatively quiet, so there was no need to put the sirens on to clear traffic. The blue lights lit up the darkened doorways of homes as they sped through the quiet roads of Cambridge until they reached the university. Mark slowed the car to a crawl as he drove down the road past the pathology department. No signs of any incidents .
“I swear , see if this is another bloody prank call.” he started.
“Wait a sec, check the doors out.” Paul pointed to the double front doors at the pathology department entrance. The glass on them had been smashed and there seemed to be blood on the ground.
“Sierra Oscar from Sierra Oscar 2-1, we’re at the university. Be advised there are signs of some kind of incident here. Smashed glass and blood. Going to investigate further , over.” Mike keyed the radio.
“All received, Sierra 2-1.” The radio came back.
Both officers stepped out of the car and walked up the stairs to the smashed doors with the torches on.
“No sign of anyone.” Paul said as he pulled the handle and opened the door, his feet crunching on the broken glass below. The hallway ahead was in darkness, only the light of the torches lit up the darkness as eerie shadows cast over the walls. The silence was deafening.
“Some creepy shit right here mate.” Paul said in barely a whisper as they gingerly made their way down the hallway, their booted footsteps echoing in the night.
“Yeah you’re not wrong. Hang on a second, what’s this ?” Mark said as he swung his light over an ajar door marked “Laboratory #1 Authorized personnel only” . Mark used his torch to push the ajar door fully open . Both men stood in bafflement at the scene before them. Blood soaked the floor- and some of the walls - that was the first thing they noticed. The chimps banging away in glass cages came a close second as they screeched like banshees. Another one was tied to a table watching a bank of tv monitors that were showing looped footage of wars and riots. Next to one of the cages was a dead chimp with a set of blood drenched bolt cutters next to it.
“What in the fuck happened in here ?” Paul asked in astonishment.
“God knows, but I’m guessing some of those animal rights types had something to do with it. They were protesting here the other week. Right I’m gonna radio this in.” Mark didn’t get a chance to continue as a high pitched scream emitted from outside.
“The fuck?” Both men said at the same time.
“Let’s move.” Mark led the way as both officers ran back outside to the sound of the scream. Someone needed help.
Perhaps fifty yards away, there was a figure standing in the middle of the road. The flashing blue lights of the police car cast a creepy light over the person. They were standing facing away from the officers with their shoulders hunched over and fists balled up as though incredibly tense. On the ground was another person who was not moving , in the darkness it was impossible to see their condition.
“Excuse me ?” Mark shouted to the person as he aimed his torch at them, lighting up the back of their head. The person spun around at incredible speed. Mark's light fell upon the man’s face. A face of pure hate, twisted and angry. Eyes a deep, dark red with blood leaking out his tear ducts and his nose. His white lab coat was covered in blood.
“Jesus Christ.” Paul said, instinctively taking a step back. The man let out a guttural growl and charged , his arms flailing at his sides.
“Stop where you are and get on the ground !” Paul ordered the man, who paid him no heed and continued to charge at them.
“Shit.” Mark said as he drew his baton and prepared for a fight. The guy running at him moved in almost inhuman ways, he looked unnatural. Mark swung his baton and connected with the man’s jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. He spat out several teeth and jumped back to his feet, seemingly not even noticing his broken jaw. The look of pure hate in his eyes was terrifying.
He attempted to grab Mark, who ducked out the way with a second to spare. He tripped over the curb, giving Mark and Paul just enough time to pin him to the ground and get the handcuffs on him. He gnashed his remaining teeth like a rabid dog and made all manner of growling and snarling sounds.
“Easy mate, stop resisting and it’ll be easier on everyone.” Mark said as he held the man down and directed Paul to check on the person down the road who was lying unresponsive. Paul quickly checked for a pulse and came back and shook his head.
“She’s dead. This fucker ripped her throat clean open. Looks like he used his teeth.” Paul said as he struggled not to vomit.
“Teeth?” Mark said in astonishment , then turned back to the man on the ground who was still thrashing about in his handcuffs “I’m arresting you on suspicion of murder, you do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence when questioned , something which you later rely on in court, anything you do say may be given in evidence.” The wild man on the ground didn’t care, or perhaps didn’t even hear Mark.
“Drugs?” Paul asked as he helped Mark wrestle the man into the back of the police car.
“Twelve years on the job and I’ve seen drugs do some crazy stuff, but nothing like this.” Mark said as he placed a spit hood on the man’s head. He kept spitting blood in their direction and he didn’t want to risk getting any on them.
“Honestly not paid enough for this crap.” Mark mumbled to himself before getting back on the radio.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, we’ve apprehended a male at the university on suspicion of murder. There’s a body of a female on the road outside the pathology department.”
“All received Sierra Oscar 2-1, bring him in. Try and get back sharpish. We have a few more calls we’re going to need you to attend to. Seems like something is kicking off tonight, over.”
“All received Sierra Oscar, over.”
Upon arrival at the station, another four officers had to come out and help Mark and Paul move the man from the car and through the station into an empty cell. The man howled and thrashed around the entire way. Attempts to communicate were pointless. The cuffs were taken off at the cell door and the hood removed before he was given a rather violent shove forward and the door locked behind him. The man screamed and banged at the door incessantly as Mark and Paul walked away and took a five minute breather in the staff canteen.
“Well, that was fucked up.” Paul said.
“Agreed. Wonder what the hell was wrong with him?” Mark pondered, “I haven’t seen anything like that. I mean yeah I’ve seen some shady stuff go on in a crack den and whatnot, but that stuff back there was next level. You know what mate? I think I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“You’ve got a good fifteen years before you can retire.” Paul said with a laugh “You’re not abandoning me just yet I’m afraid.”
Mark scoffed “Don't bloody remind me. Anyway, dunno what you’re laughing about, you've got at least 25 years to go yet young man.”
Another officer strolled into the cafeteria holding a cup of tea. William Brogue, affectionately known as Big Bob despite him being the shortest copper in the station.
“Who’s the nutter down in the cells? He’s banging away like a man possessed” Bob asked as he sipped his tea.
“Some mental case we picked up tonight at the university. Killed some poor bird, tore her neck open with his teeth and left her for dead.” Paul said .
“Fuck off, for real?” Bob asked, astonished.
“Yep. Looks like the guy is one of the staff. He was wearing a lab coat anyway. It was honestly like something out of a horror film, his eyes were red like the devil himself had possessed him or something.” Mark said “Weirdest shit I’ve seen on the job, I’ll tell you that.”
“Red eyes? Prince and Jen were just sent to a call out a few minutes ago. Two people were running around off their rocker not that far from the university, apparently their eyes were all red and bleeding and shit. You reckon it’s some new drug the young ones are on?” Bob asked.
“Wait, there’s more of these people out there?” Mark asked Bob and exchanged a look with Paul.
“Well, sounds like it.” Bob shrugged.
“What it sounds like is we’re in for a long bloody night.” Paul sighed.
“Lads?” The sergeant popped his head around the door “Good job getting that nutter brought in. I’d like to have drug tests run on him but I’m not risking anyone going in there and getting hurt. Got an ambulance coming out to check him out and get the guy sedated . Anyway, we might have more of these mental cases on the loose. Jen and Prince are out investigating a call, but I’m needing you two to go out and patrol the area around the university and keep an eye on things , see if you see anyone acting weird.”
“Yes, sarge.” They said in unison.
“No rest for the wicked boys, have fun.” Bob said as he finished his cup of tea “almost clocking out time for me, thank fuck.” He said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, not bad for some.” Mark said without so much as looking back as they headed back out the car. The streets were still quiet luckily, the occasional taxi passed by, but that was it. Night Shift was always a pleasure to drive in.
The chatter over the radio started to become a bit concerning over the next half hour. Three separate calls for assistance from officers reporting assaults in progress. One officer requesting medical assistance before going completely radio silent. Then a call came through for Mark and Paul to assist an ambulance crew on Mill Lane who had reported being attacked whilst dealing with an RTC. Mark had been right, it was going be a long night.
Their flashing blue lights once again illuminated the darkened and narrow streets . Just up ahead was a Ford Fiesta that had clashed into a lamppost. The hazard lights were on and the front drivers door was open. In front of that was the ambulance they had been sent to assist. It’s light we’re flashing away and back doors wide open. The two cops exited the car and approached the scene cautiously. The airbag had inflated in the car but the driver had managed to exit, though there was no sign of him in the ambulance. There was no sign of anyone in fact, but a tipped over and blood stained gurney lay in the middle of the road between the crashed car and the ambulance.
“Mark, tonight is just going from one level of weird to another.” Paul said as he searched the back of the ambulance. Nobody there.
“No bloody kidding. This is giving me bad vibes mate.” Mark said as searched the crashed car for any clues.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, we’re at the site of the incident. One crashed car, no sign of the occupants. Also one ambulance and no sign of the crew. Over.” Mark said into the radio. Before he could hear the reply from Ops there was a crash behind him. A man had run into a bin and sent the contents scattering all over the road as empty coke cans and crisp packets spread all over . Paul instinctively went to go and assist until Mark grabbed him back.
“Look at his eyes.” Mark said as the man got back to his feet. They were red, just like the other lunatic. The man glared at the two cops but before he could charge them he doubled over in agony and began to vomit. He was projectile vomiting blood all over the street.
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, we have someone vomiting blood at our location. He seems to be afflicted by whatever issue that other guy we brought in has. How do you want us to proceed? Over.” Mark said over the radio. Before a reply could come, the man had stopped vomiting and gotten back to his feet. He roared and balled his first and sprinted like an Olympic athlete at Paul, who lifted a foot and stuck it right in his crotch , sending him reeling to the ground.
“Stay on the bloody ground !” Paul ordered the man, who paid no heed as he started to get back up.
“Fuck , watch out !” Mark yelled. Paul spun around to see two people running down the road from behind them. Both wore paramedics uniforms which were drenched in blood. For a split second Paul and Mark felt a sense of relief, but that relief quickly dissipated when they saw their angry red eyes.
“Fuck this, back in the car. Move !” Mark yelled to Paul who wasted no time complying. The second the doors were slammed shut all three of the attackers were upon the car banging upon the windows. One of the paramedics vomited blood over the windscreen making it impossible to see as Mark tried to navigate the narrow streets with an insane man vomiting blood all over the car and any amount of intensive driving courses does not prepare you for that. Eventually he managed to shake the guy off and put the wipers on to clear the window. It was nothing short of a miracle they didn’t crash during all that chaos.
“Nah this is fucked up man, I didn’t sign up for this shit.” Paul practically yelled, his heart pounding like a drum.
Mark said nothing. He had always been cool and collected but tonight’s events had shocked him to his core. This was not normal. What the hell was going on ?
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, the two paramedics we were sent to help just tried to kill us! I’ve no idea what’s going on but the streets are not safe! Advise all units to proceed with caution.”
“All received Sierra Oscar 2-1, we’re getting some really weird calls coming through on our end about people going off the deep end . Could you do me a favour and check up on PC Mattis and PC Ellis? Their last known location was Colby Lane responding to a potential domestic disturbance and they’re no longer in communication. Over.”
“Received, we’ll check up on them now. Over.” Mark really didn’t want to do anything that involved being out on the streets at that point , but he couldn’t leave his colleagues out there potentially needing help.
“They were sent on a call out to check up on a report of someone running amok with red eyes, Big Bob told us.” Paul said as he scanned the empty streets for any more surprises.
“Shit that’s right. God I really don’t want to deal with any more of these nutjobs tonight.” Mark shook his head. One thing they both were noticing was the previously quiet night was giving way to an increasing number of emergency sirens. It hadn’t been noticeable at first , but now they were a near constant presence in the air. In the space of five minutes they saw four ambulances, two fire engines and three police vans scream by in all different directions. How long before the higher ups would need to call in help from outside if this kept up ?
They turned into Colby Lane and it was immediately clear something was wrong. Smoke was billowing out of a kitchen window from one house and there was a car smashed through someone’s living room wall three doors down from that. Parked up at the side of the road was PC Jenny Ellis and PC Harry Mattis’ car. There was no sign of them until Mark brought the car a bit closer and saw a body lying next to the empty police car . PC Mattis was dead. His face was covered in blood but his bright ginger hair gave it away it was Harry. His nickname at the station had been “Prince” on account of him being a ginger man named Harry. Go figure.
From the house to the right, the front door burst open and a woman came sprinting down the path towards the front gate. Mark made ready to speed off until he realised he recognised the person . Jenny Ellis was running for the car, and it was a look of fear in her eyes , not hate. She was normal.
“Get fucking moving!” She screamed as she ran towards the car as two people bolted out the house behind her in hot pursuit, blood dripping from their mouths. She practically ripped open the back door in the car and dived in, slamming it shut behind her. The two people who had bounced out the house after her were seconds too late and gave up chasing the car soon after .
“Jenny, the hell is going on? What happened to Prince?” Mark asked.
“It was supposed to be a ‘domestic’ , was it fuck. We got here and the street was in chaos. I went up to the house , Prince tried to talk to the residents outside. Everything went tits up after that.” Jenny said as she broke down sobbing. “I can’t believe he’s dead. How can this be happening?”
“It’s not your fault, love. You couldn’t have done anything. Let’s get back to the station and figure out our arseholes from our elbows. We are way over our heads here.” Mark replied and he radioed ahead to Control to let them know the situation.
Paul said nothing, he stared numbly out the window. He barely registered the kebab shop on fire as they passed it. Two fire engines sat outside the burning kebab shop with their lights on and engines running and hoses lying all over the wet road but no firefighters in sight. An ambulance lay on its side a little further down the street, smashed glass littering the road. Was that blood mixing with the water on the road ? Paul didn’t have time to get a proper look. What the hell had happened ? Again, Mark radioed it in, but he felt at this point it was a fruitless endeavour.
During the fifteen minute drive back to the station, more and more panicked calls filled the radio airwaves, some were cut off mid scream. Whatever was going on was far from normal.
When they arrived back at the station, the Chief Inspector was on the scene having been woken up by an urgent call to come to work. Chief Inspector William Gates called all officers currently in the station into the Briefing Room. There were a notable number of missing faces from the night shift crew that should have been there.
“Okay ladies and gentlemen, thanks for coming. I understand some of you have had some rather unpleasant experiences tonight, so I thank you for all your hard work. Unfortunately there’s more of that to come from what I can see. We don’t know exactly what we’re dealing with tonight, other than the first reports of incidents came from the university at just before 2100 last night, so about three and a bit hours ago. Since then we’ve been inundated with reports of people in a delirious or drugged up state running riot in the streets. As of now I can confirm we have sadly lost five of our officers to this violence. Harry Mattis, Richard Hillside, Mohammed Ghani, Samantha Dodgson and Ian Fraiser have been killed.” Gasps and sobs filled the briefing room before the Inspector continued “On top of that, we have eleven other officers who are missing and have been out of communication for over two hours. We’re not giving up on them and unless we find a body we won’t be assuming anything worse than a communications issue has happened to them yet. In terms of civilian casualties, we don’t have any definitive number yet but we’re looking at at least twenty people dead. Currently we don’t have an official understanding of what’s behind tonight’s events, but I can confirm we are looking into a potential biological source of what’s happening. We won’t have more answers for a few hours unfortunately. Obviously this is a situation that is completely new to us all, none of us have dealt with violence on this scale before, but I have my confidence in each and every one of you that you will represent Cambridgeshire Constabulary to the utmost of your capabilities. Thank you.” The inspector left the room to attend to other matters, leaving the perhaps 25 officers in the room shocked to their core. Five dead, a dozen missing? Not to mention twenty dead members of the public.
“Mark, what the fuck is happening ?” Paul asked in horror “I’ve never heard of anything like this.”
“Yeah this is new territory for me too, lad.” Mark said as he stood up from his chair “let's go see what the sarge wants us to do.”
“Hopefully not going back out there.” Paul muttered under his breath.
The sergeant came out of the control room and threw an empty Red Bull can into the bin.
“Glad to see you too are ok. How’s Jenny?” Sergeant Graham asked motioning over to the young female officer who had her head in her hands at a table on the other side of the room.
“Physically she’s fine, but after what she went through tonight.” Paul said then shrugged “I think it’s best to send her home.”
“Yeah I think so. I’ll see what she wants to do, but we really do need all hands on deck tonight” the sergeant said, looking over at the traumatised officer. “Anyway lads, it’s a shit show we have right now and frankly nobody knows what to do. The Chief Inspector has already been on the phone to the Chief Constable and he’s trying to get in support from neighbouring forces. I’m told he’s in touch with the Home Office about what’s happening. We’re sending out the heavies tonight. Got the riot lads gearing up to head into the breach and we’re bringing in the morning shift early too.”
“What do you need us to do? Because the things we had to deal with out there tonight are honestly a bit beyond our capabilities quite frankly.” Mark said “We signed up to serve the public, we didn’t sign up to be ripped limb from limb, sarge.”
“I know, I know.” Sergeant Graham was more sympathetic than Mark had expected “The plan is to set up roadblocks and form a cordon around the affected areas. We don’t need heroes though, no unnecessary risks are to be taken. If you feel your lives are at risk, you are to return back to the station. We’re also handing out these as a precaution.” The sergeant produced a packet of face masks and latex gloves.
“The fuck is this sarge?” Paul asked in bewilderment.
“The way these people are vomiting and bleeding all over everything is worrying. Some of the ambulance guys are worried it could be something contagious.” Sergeant Graham said “They dropped these masks and gloves off for us to use.”
“Contagious? What, they think this is some kind of sickness?” Mark asked .
“Just a working theory now. Better to be safe than sorry. For all we know this could be some souped up version of rabies going about.” Graham said.
“Well it did start near the Pathology Department at the university.” Paul offered up. “Plus that nutter we brought in was some kind of scientist judging by the lab coat.”
“That’s a good point. With all this shit that’s being happening tonight I didn’t even think about that. I’m going to follow up on that and let the higher ups know, you could be onto something there. Right, take these gloves and masks and put them on when you go out there. I need you to head to the junction between Huntingdon Road and Castle Street. We’re setting up one of our roadblocks there to keep these lunatics from going any further north. Other units are setting up to the east and west of your position. Ideally we’d like you to hold your positions until we can get the riot lads ready and into the fight. Are you up for it?”
“Yes sarge.” Both men said, though the lack of enthusiasm was evident.
“Thanks , I know it’s a big ask after losing five of our own. It’s appreciated.” Sergeant Graham said as he slinked back into the control room, whilst Mark and Paul quickly finished their coffees and went back out to the car.
Ten minutes later they pulled up at the roadblock on Castle Street. Things seemed calm for now, but who knew how long that would last ? Two police vans and three police cars had blockaded the road whilst ten officers made sure nobody passed who shouldn’t be passing, which really consisted of shining a torch into people's facing to make sure they didn’t have red eyes and drooling blood. Most of the civilians passing through the roadblock were terrified residents fleeing the violence that was shattering local neighbourhoods. Tearful people told stories of loved ones suddenly turning violent and attacking people.
“So far, so good.” Paul said to Mark as he scanned the street ahead. The roads were quiet and the few people who were on the street were clearly regular people trying to get away from the violence, not add to it.
“Yeah, but I think our peace will be shattered soon.” Mark said in a none too hopeful tone as he pointed down the street. Paul looked to where his friend pointed and saw shadows moving down the street, flames licking up from a burning car made the shadows look bigger than whatever was casting them. It was an eerie sight. It was the sounds these people made as they approached which brought utter dread to the officers manning the blockade. Growling, guttural , sometimes gurgling noises mixed in with angry roars. They didn’t sound human. It was terrifying.
“We’re about to be in a world of shit.” Mark said bluntly.
“Let’s kick some arses.” Paul said as he readied his baton.
“Stop where you are !” Marks' voice boomed alongside his colleagues to no avail as the baying maniacs came ever closer. The first one slid right over the bonnet of one of the police cars and made a beeline for Paul, who sidestepped the man and kicked him in the ribs , forcing him to the ground. Mark and another officer helped to get the wild man under control and handcuffed, and it took an almost Herculean effort to wrestle the man into the back of one of the police vans. After slamming the door, the growling and banging from inside the van was incessant. As Mark and Paul collected themselves, they saw the other officers manhandling another one of the crazies into the back of the van at great effort. It was sheer luck none of the coppers had been injured in the melee.
“What’s wrong with these people, man?” Paul said as he tried to catch his breath after the struggle.
“Focus mate, here’s more coming.” Mark said as several people sprinted down the street towards their roadblock. One of them was a naked woman of around seventy. She ran at incredible speeds for a woman of her age, which had clearly caught one of the officers off guard as the two tumbled to the ground together as she tried to claw and punch at his face. Another officer forcibly removed her from his colleague and threw her down violently on the road where she smacked her head hard on the concrete. Dead or unconscious? It was impossible to know or even care at that point as the recently assaulted officer started screaming in agony and shouting that he was burning up. A colleague tried to lift him to his feet whilst the others tried to fight off the group that was trying to storm the roadblock. It was pure pandemonium. A few well placed baton hits had sent the attackers reeling, but that only brought a few moments reprieve as the copper in distress suddenly plunged a thumb into the other officer's eyes , leading to a sickening popping sound and a screech of agony.
“What the hell are you doing ?” Mark roared as he pulled the deranged copper off . The officer in question was Tommy Metcalf and was certainly not known for his eye gouging proficiency. Mark didn’t have time to think about the what’s or the whys, he just had to separate these two before any worse injuries could occur. Mark forced Tommy to the ground face down and held his hands behind his back , but it was difficult to keep him in place. Suddenly , the officer with the gouged eye was back on his feet and was drooling blood. He let out a guttural roar and charged Mark. Paul tackled him to the ground just in time before scrambling back to his feet and running over to Mark.
“Mate, fuck it let’s get out of here!” Paul said grabbing Mark and dragging him off of the deranged Tommy Metcalf in an effort to get him back to their patrol car. Everything seemed to be just happening so fast. In addition to the insane civilians attacking the other now six officers manning the roadblock, they had to contend with two of their own suddenly trying to kill them.
“Ok lads, fuck this. Run for it !” Mark shouted to the other officers manning the roadblock as they tried in vain to hold back the attackers. The defence finally collapsed as the coppers scattered and tried to get back in their vehicles, only to have their windows smashed and dragged out kicking and screaming. Only Mark and Paul managed to get back in their car and actually speed off without being savaged.
“Sierra Oscar - we have six officers down, repeat six officers down, two others joining in with the attackers. We’re getting out of this shit show. We’re heading back to the station.” Mark practically screamed over the radio as he sped through the streets , avoiding people who were running everywhere. Some appeared to be chasing others, some were fleeing for their lives. In the chaos it was often impossible to tell who was fleeing and who was attacking.
“Jesus” the voice of the sergeant sounded faint “roger that . Come back in, over.”
The next ten minutes was relatively uneventful as they made their way back to the station. The calls over the radio grew ever more desperate. Units being pushed back, officers screaming for back up, desperate pleas for help . It was horrific to listen to.
As they pulled into the police station car park, six large police vans with mesh grills on their windows pulled away with their lights flashing as the riot police headed into the breach. Mark considered for the briefest of moments starting smoking again as they got out of the car, but pushed the thought from his head. His nerves were shot.
“You alright, mate?” Mark asked Paul, who was staring off into space.
“Yeah I’m ok. Just really need a rest” Paul said. Even experienced coppers like Mark hadn’t seen anything like this before, so for a rookie like Paul , tonight’s events were just beyond the pale.
“Let’s go on. Get a cuppa and hopefully have time to sit down for five minutes.” Mark said as he led the way back into the police station.
Sergeant Graham greeted them at the door as they walked in.
“Thank fuck you two made it at least. What a bloody mess. Head into the briefing room. The CI is in there now.”
The two merely nodded and headed in, lost in their own thoughts.
The briefing room was significantly emptier than it had been earlier on in the night. At least twenty faces that should have been there were missing. The rest of the officers in the room looked exhausted and some looked close to mentally broken.
The Chief Inspector cleared his throat and spoke up : “Right , I guess that’s pretty much everyone then. I’m not going to beat around the bush here. We are up shit creek without a paddle. Never mind a paddle we don’t have a fucking canoe. I wish I could give you an answer. I don’t have any. I don’t know how many of our guys are dead. I don't know how many have gone over to the other side, whatever that side is. I don’t know what’s causing all this. All I know is if we're up to our necks in it and we’re all going to have to look out for each other in the coming hours and days. We have our public order units deploying into the worst areas now to try and contain this , so for the time being you’re being pulled off the streets as frankly sending you guys out there without adequate protective gear is tantamount to suicide. I'll be needing you to help direct traffic, protecting shelters which the council are setting up for folk displaced from their homes and things like that. Any questions ?”
“Sir, we’ve spoken to a few paramedics and they all reckon this looks like some kind of infection. What do you think?” A young female officer asked. Her eyes were puffy from crying. She’d not long found out her close friend had been killed in the violence.
“I don’t know. I’ve been told that doctors over at Addenbrookes are running tests on people we brought in to them and that’s certainly the working theory over there, but I’ve had no official confirmation on that yet. To be on the safe side though I’d urge you all to utilise the face masks and gloves you’ve been handed if you do come in contact with any of these people though.”
“Are other forces coming in to help us ?” Another officer asked from the back of the room.
“I’ve been speaking to the Chief Constable, he says we’re going to get support from Thames Valley and the Met at some point in the morning. Until then we’re on our own.”
“Sir, there’s a lot of empty chairs in here.” Paul said , leaving that hanging in the air.
The Chief Inspector looked down for a second , before looking back up and meekly nodding and sighing “I know, I know. A lot of our friends made the ultimate sacrifice tonight. Too many. We will get justice for them, I promise you that. Okay, I’ve got to go and phone the Chief Constable again. Keep up the good work, and stay safe.”
The officers filed out of the room and into the canteen. They’d earned a coffee and a sandwich and a sit down for a few minutes at least , they are only human after all.
“I’m worried about Emma and Sophie.” Mark said, tapping his fingers on the table before checking his watch : 1:09 am. “They’ll be asleep at this time . They’ll have no idea what’s going on.”
“They’ll be fine mate. This shit isn’t happening near your house.” Paul said, taking a bite from his cheese and ham sandwich.
“For now, but what if this thing spreads further? I mean what if it is some kind of infection ? This isn’t normal rioting.”
Paul nodded “Yeah, I get you. You want to go and check on them ?”
“The brass will have a fit if we leave during a crisis of this scale.” Mark shook his head in frustration.
“We could go and come back. It’s hardly abandoning our posts. We’ll be gone half an hour at worst.”
“Okay, let’s do it.” Mark made up his mind. As they stepped out of the station, the acrid smell of smoke was evident. Something was on fire not far away. Sirens filled the night air and didn’t seem to end. This situation was still escalating.
Paul took a turn driving and navigated the still quiet streets of Cambridge as they headed for Mark's house on the outskirts of town. In the space of ten minutes they passed by six corpses lying in bloody heaps on the ground along with several wrecked cars and smashed windows in shops and homes, but as they got further into the outskirts , things looked better. The violence hadn’t reached this part of Cambridge yet.
All the lights in Mark's home were off as they pulled into the driveway of his three bedroom semi detached house. Even here, a good few miles from where the worst of the violence was happening, the smell of smoke drifting over from the city centre was still evident, and the sound of distant sirens was audible for anyone listening.
Mark quietly unlocked the front door and walked in the house with Paul , closing the door behind him. He crept upstairs as quiet as possible and into the bedroom he shared with Emma. She slept peacefully on her side , and it pained him to have to wake her up when she looked so content.
“Emma, babe. Time to wake up.” Mark said as he gently shook her.
“What?” She mumbled as her eyes flickered open “What time is it ?”
“About half past one in the morning.”
“What are you getting me up at this time for you ?” She asked, perhaps more harshly than she intended.
“Something bad is going on. It started as rioting, but it’s worse than that. People are killing each other. The city centre is basically a war zone. I had to come back and make sure you and Sophie are ok.” Mark said as he stroked her hair .
“Why? What’s causing it?” She asked, more alert now .
“Not a clue. Some of the lads at the station reckon it is a kind of sickness that’s going around. Some sort of infection that drives you loopy. We’ve lost a few of our own tonight. More than a few. Good mates…good mates just…gone.” Mark said, barely believing his own words. It didn’t feel real.
“Jesus, that's awful. Thank god you’re ok though, that’s the main thing. So what do we do? Sophie has school in the morning. We can’t wake her up at this time.” Emma rubbed her eyes as she sat up in bed.
“Nobody is going to school tomorrow. Pretty sure the council will have them all closed. Besides, a few schools are being turned into shelters for people forced to leave their homes.” Mark said as he started to stand up “Look, Paul’s downstairs waiting on me, we’re going to have to head back to the station . I just had to make sure you were safe and let you know what was happening. When we go out I need you to lock the door behind us and both of you get dressed and have a bag of clothes and other things ready to go at a moment's notice. If things get worse or get any closer to here, I’ll come straight back and pick you both up. For now it’s safe here , just stay put and keep the doors locked and curtains closed. If you put the tv on, keep the volume on down low.”
“Okay Mark. Just be safe out there. You’re no good to us dead , you hear me ? You don’t go being a hero. You’re already a hero to that little girl sleeping in the next room and she needs her daddy , alright ?” Emma said with tears in her eyes as they hugged. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too babe.”
Mark held back his own tears and he hugged her tight and quietly went to Sophie’s room and kissed her on the forehead. He didn’t have it in him to wake her up to say goodbye.
Mark came downstairs and looked down at his boots as he walked out the house with Paul behind him. He didn’t want him to see the tears welling in his eyes.
“They’ll be fine. I’ve told her to get Sophie ready and keep the doors locked. If shit hits the fan we come right back and get them. They can discipline me all the want, my family comes first.” Mark said and took a deep breath. The smell of smoke still hung in the air.
“Let’s find out what they want us to do.” Mark said he reached for the radio
“Sierra Oscar 2-1 to Sierra Oscar, are you receiving , over?” Mark spoke into his radio. Silence.
He frowned and tired again “Sierra Oscar 2-1, to Sierra Oscar are you receiving , over?” Once again, silence.
“That’s unusual.” Was all Paul could say.
“We’ll mate, I’d say it’s been an unusual night so why change it up ? Let’s just get there and see what’s going on. Grahams probably just out for a piss or something.” Mark replied as he put the car in gear and headed back to the station.
More blue lights flashed by in various directions. Now there was a helicopter hovering somewhere over the city centre shining a spotlight down on some unseen threat below.
Mark brought the car into a parking space at the station . He had plenty to choose from since literally every single car was deployed. Thankfully their noses were not assaulted by the smell of smoke this time due to a change in wind direction, by the sounds of chaos were ever present : more sirens, more shouting, more smashing glass. It sounded much closer than it had when they’d left the station. It was clear the violence was spreading.
“I’m definitely grabbing another coffee.” Paul said struggling a yawn as they walked through the back doors of the police station and headed for the canteen.
They both stopped dead in their tracks. There was a trail of blood on the floor leading all the way up the corridor and into where the staff canteen was.
“What in the fuck is this ?” Paul said in disbelief.
“Keep your shit together and eyes open.” Mark said as he readied his baton.
“Now we know why Control didn’t answer the bloody radio.” Paul said in barely a whisper. Mark pushed open the door to the canteen slowly, so as not to alert anyone who may be inside. He needn’t have bothered.
“Fuck me.” Mark said bluntly. The staff canteen was a horror show. Blood was drenched everywhere. Over the walls and floors. Tables and chairs were upended and scattered all over the place. Half finished sandwiches and lukewarm cups of tea and coffee were left unattended whilst the still warm bodies of their owners lay on the floor. At the far end of the room two tables had been placed on their side to act as an ad-hoc barricade, but it hasn’t made any difference. Eight bodies lay on the floor in various states of mutilation. It was a massacre.
“What the fuck happened ?” Paul asked as stepped over the bodies of former colleagues.
“This cannot be happening . This can’t be real. This is fucked.” Mark said, barely holding it together.
In amongst the slaughter was one corpse that was not wearing a uniform. A woman perhaps in her fifties with now blood stained blond hair. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and she had a head wound consistent of being hit with a police baton.
“Someone’s brought in a prisoner and she got loose I guess ?” Paul suggested.
“How does one handcuffed woman kill eight police officers?” Mark asked doubtfully.
“You saw what happened out there. The people that got attacked turned around and started attacking others. I’ve never heard of any kind of virus that works that fast though. It’s the only thing that makes sense though, isn’t it ?”
Mark just sighed “Mate, absolutely nothing makes sense tonight. Right, let’s check the control room.”
They made their way through the police station discovering more scenes of carnage. Another five bodies were found . Blood was everywhere.
“They went down fighting at least.” Paul said in barely a whisper.
“Yeah. Fighting each other. There’s no civvi bodies about. Our own guys literally ripped each other apart. It’s fucked beyond belief.” Mark replied and tried not to throw up at the stench coming from the torn insides of one of the bodies. A trail of intestines stretched across the floor.
The control room door was off its hinges, someone had broken in. Both officers stood at the entrance of the room and peered in. It looked like a whirlwind had come through , with papers scattered all over the floor and computer monitors smashed. Someone was on the far side of the room facing away from them. Before either could call out to the man, a phone rang on the wall in the control room. The man suddenly spun around on the balls of his feet and roared at the offending sound. He jumped over the desk and grabbed the phone and ripped it from the wall and proceeded to smash it repeatedly against the desk till it shattered.
“Fuck me, it’s Sergeant Graham.” Mark said as he watched his supervisor demolish the phone before dropping to his knees and vomiting blood all over the floor.
“Come on Mark , let’s get out of here.” Paul tugged at his colleague's shoulder “We can’t help him.”
Graham vomited an impressive amount of blood before starting to choke on it. Mark briefly considered trying to do something , anything , to help, but to what end ? The man was beyond saving. Within seconds his coughing and gurgling came to an end and he died on the floor of his office , face down in a pool of his own blood.
“Did that just happen ? Was that actually a real thing that just happened ?” Paul said as he put a hand on the wall to steady himself.
Mark walked over to the radio in the middle of the control room, which seemed to be the only piece of equipment that hadn't been wrecked . Calls for backup which had been inceccent an hour earlier seemed to have died off. The radio waves had gone eerily quiet. Mark wanted to believe it was because his colleagues out there were getting a handle on things, but he knew better . Put simply, dead people don’t make distress calls.
Mark keyed the radio and spoke “Attention all units . Sierra Oscar is down. I repeat , Sierra Oscar is down. Cambridge Police Station is compromised. Over and out.”
“What the hell do we do now? Who’s in charge there?” A voice came over the radio , all sense of professionalism and decorum gone.
“I don’t know. Everyone here is dead. I don’t know who’s in command. I don’t know where the Chief Inspector or Chief Constable are. I’ve no idea what’s happening at this point. Just look out for each other and get off the streets. ” Mark said, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
“Now what ?” Paul said, unable to take his eyes off his dead sergeant lying on the floor, his body still spasming.
“I’m going to get my family. It’s up to you what you do, but they’re my priority. There’s nothing more we can do here.” Mark said, shaking his head at the sheer amount of carnage surrounding them.
“I’ll come with you. We need to stick together if we’re going to survive this.” Paul decided. “Let’s go.”
“We’d both be dead if we hadn’t left when we did.” Said Paul, trying to avoid stepping on the blood as they left the wrecked police station. On the way out, Mark took a can of red spray paint from an evidence locker that he had confiscated from some kids a week earlier and spray painted on the wall next to the front door “ALL DEAD HERE.” , figuring people might come to the station hoping to find shelter and someone in authority for guidance. No sense in them going in and seeing the bloodbath inside.
Without warning , the police car's radio suddenly came to life “Attention all remaining units, this is the Chief Constable. Orders are as follows : get off the streets and find a defensible location and fortify your position. Communications are lost with Cambridge Police Station. All new orders will come from HQ in Huntingdon. Avoid contact with aggressors at all costs. If you can reach the declared safe zones at Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge Airport or Homerton College, please do so. If not, as previously stated fortify your current position if it’s a defensible location and await further orders. Over and out.”
“All remaining units? That sounds pretty fucking grim.” Mark said, shaking his head.
“What you thinking, grab your family and make for one of those safe zones he mentioned ?” Paul asked.
“Yeah I think that’s a good shout. I know they’re relatively safe where they are, but I’m not taking the risk of this thing spreading further and them being stuck in the middle of it. At least I can keep them safe if they’re with us.”
The car once again made its way through the ever chaotic streets of Cambridge. Every way they turned there was fighting in the streets. Mark had to make several detours due to car wrecks in the road. It was clear that the violence was spreading. Streets they had passed through earlier which had been peaceful were now in utter chaos. Mark's own street was no exception. The neighbours three doors down were hurriedly loading suitcases into their car and buckling the kids in whilst across the road smoke was billowing out of a broken kitchen window . In the front garden lay two unmoving bodies.
“This is bad.” Mark said with fear rising in him. His own house looked fine at least, with the curtains still drawn and no sign of any disturbances, but such chaos this close to his family would put fear into any man.
“Let’s do this quickly. In, grab them , out.” Mark said as he pulled the car up in the driveway. Paul nodded in agreement.
Both officers quickly exited the car and made a beeline for the house whilst leaving the engine running just in case they needed to make a quick getaway. Mark unlocked the door and quickly made his way upstairs. Emma stood in the bedroom fully dressed along with Sophie. Both looked sleepy .
“Mark, thank God you’re here. It’s all been kicking off here. Someone broke into Jessemains across the road. We heard the screaming from here.” Emma said as she held her daughter tight.
“Sweetheart, are you alright ?” Mark asked his little girl. Sophie nodded and hugged him tight. She was tired and confused.
“I’m scared, dad.” She said.
“Don’t you worry baby girl, I’m here now. We have to leave now though. It’s not safe to stay here so I’m taking us all someplace where we can be safe,ok?”
“Ok dad.” She said as she forced a smile.
“Where are we gonna go ?” Emma asked, her eyes full of worry.
Mark lowered his voice so as not to alarm his daughter “It’s fucked. The whole station is dead. A fucking bloodbath. The whole town is gone to shit. There’s supposedly a safe zone set up at the hospital and another at the airport. The hospital is closest so we’re going to make for there.”
“Christ.” Emma said in bewilderment. She knew there had been trouble but not the extent of it. “If it's as bad as say, they'll need all the help they can get at the hospital.” Emma had worked as a nurse at Addenbrookes Hospital for close to a decade. She loved her job and loved helping people, but this whole situation filled her with unease.
A sudden bout of shouting outside caught their attention. They all rushed over to the window and peered outside. Three people ran down the street. A couple and a young baby, with the mother holding her baby as the father ran behind trying to push her ahead.
“Keep going !” He shouted to his wife. Behind him two more people were running in chase. “Don’t stop. Don’t look back , keep going!”
The woman did as she was told and ran as fast as she could with her screaming baby. The man punched one of the pursuers in the face, knocking him to the ground, however the second attacker was on him before he had time to swing a second time. The two wrestled on the ground as the man tried to give his wife and baby daughter those precious spare seconds to get away. His head was repeatedly slammed into the road by the enraged attacker leaving nothing but bloody mush and shattered skull on the road.
“Oh my god.” Emma gasped as she shielded her daughter's eyes.
“We need to get the fuck out of here. Now.” Mark said as he led his wife and daughter down the stairs. Paul had stood guard at the bottom of the stairs waiting for them to come down. Mark looked through the peephole at the front door to make sure it was clear outside. The people involved in the brutal melee outside had moved on in search of new victims, leaving the broken body of the man attacked a few moments earlier lying motionless in the middle of the road.
They ran out the door and straight to the car , piling in as fast as they could and closing the doors behind them. Down the street, growls suddenly emitted from the dark as the group's movement caught some unwanted attention. Half a dozen people were suddenly sprinting at the police car, Mark recognised most of them as neighbours of his. He didn’t know them particularly well, but well enough to know they didn’t run down the street half dressed attempting to rip people to shreds. This all felt incredibly surreal.
“What the hell is wrong with them?” Emma shouted as they rapidly approached the car as Mark put it into gear and began to speed off. Two of them threw themselves onto the bonnet as he pulled away and attempted to punch through the windscreen, but to no avail. One rolled off almost immediately but the other tenaciously held on as Mark swerved all of the road trying to force him off the car. Trying a new tactic , he sped up then made an emergency stop, sending his neighbour flying into the middle of the road. The pain for his rather violent fall onto the road seemed to be a complete no issue for the man, who immediately jumped back to his feet and ran at the car. Mark floored it and made contact with the man, sending his tumbling over the bonnet and back on the road once more, this time with a clearly broken leg. Mark caught sight of him in the rear view mirror actually trying to drag himself down the road in pursuit of the car. A sheer single minded rage seemed to consume his former neighbour.
“Daddy!” Sophie cried out from the back of the car.
“Shhh darling it’s going to be ok. Close your eyes and don’t look.” Mark said feeling immense guilt at what his daughter had just witnessed.
The streets were pure pandemonium. Cars lay crashed all over the road with their doors wide open and abandoned, forcing Mark to maneuver at speed between the car wrecks whilst also avoiding the increasing numbers of people on the streets running in every which direction . In the dark it was almost impossible to tell between the attackers and those running for their lives as people ran down the pavements and across the roads. Homes and businesses were smashed as people broke through doors and windows in an attempt to harm those sheltering inside. The whole thing felt surreal.
“Mark, what the hell is going on?” Emma asked in bewilderment. “This is nuts.”
“I know babe. The whole situation is fucked. If this is some kind of infection like they reckon it is then we really need to try and avoid these people at all costs.” Mark said as they drove by a woman on her hands and knees in the middle of the road violently vomiting blood all over the street.
“I don’t know of any infection that shows these symptoms.” Emma said as she watched the blood vomiting man disappear out of view. “Rabies maybe? Even at that it doesn’t affect people to this degree. If it’s an infection then it has to be something we haven’t seen before.”
“An infection that drives people to kill each other ?” Paul said from the front passenger seat “Sounds like a horror film . Like Dawn of the Dead or something.”
“Only these fuckers are worse. They can run.” Mark said “I’d rather deal with some shambling zombies than these nutters.”
The group was able to breathe a sigh of relief as they drew up into the car park of Addenbrookes Hospital on the southern outskirts of Cambridge. The carnage had not yet reached here yet. Three large police vans with flashing lights blocked the road , with a gap just small enough for a car to fit through. The officers manning the roadblock wore gas masks and helmets. These guys were taking no chances. They were shining lights in the faces of the passengers in each car they were allowing through.
When it was their turn to pass through, Mark wound down his window.
“Mark? Paul? Thank Christ you lads made it out. Anyone else get out ?” Gary Crosby, the sergeant in charge of the checkpoint asked, his voice muffled through the gas mask. The officers were armed with submachine guns. Cambridgeshire Constabulary had deployed its armed response teams.
“Nope. We got back to the station and it was a massacre. Everyone who was there when it went down is dead. I dunno about the other guys already out there. It’s been a shitshow all night. What’s the script here ?” Mark asked.
“We’ve been basically keeping order here and making sure none of the nutjobs come in. So far , so good. A few of them are inside receiving treatment. Doctors reckon it’s a virus they've caught . Never heard of a virus that does that to you though. The whole city centre is a write off , though I suppose you know that already. Bodies piled up the streets by the fuckin’ hundreds. All sort of mad rumours going around tonight as well.”
“Rumours ?” Paul asked .
“Apparently two big army choppers landed over by the airport a little while ago. You know those big two blade fuckers? Lot of troops from Colchester were setting up there all kitted out in CBRN gear. Apparently anyway, who knows for sure. Also heard those reinforcements that were supposed to be coming up from the Met to help us have been told to turn around. Same with the lads on their way from Thames Valley. They reckon it’s a job for the army now. Again, not confirmed , comms are shit so all we have to go on is rumours.”
“Fuck sake, what a mess . Right sergeant I’m going to get my wife and little girl inside and get them comfortable then me and Paul will come up and assist.” Mark said .
“No problem mate. Take five minutes to get a cuppa if you need it, I know you lads have been through some shit tonight.” The masked sergeant said as he waved them through the roadblock and into the hospital grounds. The hospital itself was not as busy as they had expected to find it. Indeed most of the people in the main entrance were not patients but in effect refugees who’d been forced from their homes and headed for the hospital hoping it would be safe. All the chairs were taken and many people were sitting or even sleeping on the floor. It was clear immediately that the hospital staff were taking precautions. All of them were wearing latex gloves and surgical masks. Some were wearing protective goggles.
“Emma?” A voice piped out. The group turned round to see a masked nurse coming towards them.
“Hey Anna. How’s it been here ?” She asked her colleague.
“A bloody mess. We could have used you here earlier. I’ve honestly never seen anything like this.” Anna said. She looked exhausted.
“Our street went mental. The neighbours were murdering each other. It’s fucking wild out there.” Emma said, holding back tears. “Any word on exactly what’s causing it ?”
“It’s a viral infection. We just got the lab results back twenty minutes ago. We suspected that’s what it was , but it’s good to have confirmation. It’s completely novel. Nothing like this has ever been seen before . At least as far as I know.” Anna said as he rubbed her tired eyes. “It doesn’t seem to be airborne as far as we know. It seems to be spreading through direct physical contact. The incubation period is insane though, I’ve never heard of anything so fast acting. We’re literally talking seconds in some cases. “
“How many are infected here ?” Emma asked with concern.
“We’ve got an entire ward full. We had to move patients to other wards and some of the hallways to make room for the infected patients. Couldn’t risk them being in close proximity to each other. They’re restrained and sedated , but the sedatives keep wearing off within minutes, and as soon as they do they go wild and act like rabid animals. Honestly it’s been a hellish night. The morgue is full apparently. Some of the infected that have been brought in have died in their beds. A lot of them just crash and bleed out. Some choked to death on their own blood. We’re literally using one of the storerooms to store some of the bodies. At this rate we’ll run out of body bags by the morning.” Anna said, her eyes welling up with tears as fear and frustration settled in.
“Jesus Christ.” Emma shook her head. “Doesn’t feel real.”
Anna rushed off to continue her rounds whilst the group tried to find some space in the reception area to sit down and rest.
“We need to leave.” Mark said after a few moments thought.
“What? Why?” Paul asked in confusion.
“The government will quarantine Cambridge. No way they’ll risk this infection getting loose and going rampant all over the country. We should leave before they close the roads.” Mark replied.
“Not that I’m disagreeing, but where the hell would we go? It’s chaotic out there. The dark makes it even more dangerous.” Paul said as he looked around the crowded waiting room. Entire families were huddled together sleeping on the floor. A couple of triage nurses were making their way around checking out patients to see who needed to be seen first. Most were injuries from the huge number of car accidents that had occurred as people fled for their lives. A cleaner made her way through the waiting area mopping the floor to clean up the blood that the injured had left. The place was a mess. Through the doors came two paramedics wheeling a trolley with a writhing madman strapped to it. His mouth had been taped shut but that didn’t stop him trying to bite through the tape. The paramedics both wore surgical masks and face shields for added protection. Even through all that the exhaustion and fear in their eyes was evident as they disappeared through a set of double doors and towards one of the quarantine wards.
“If one of those fuckers gets loose...” Emma started.
“Mum, I’m scared. What was wrong with that man?” Sophie asked, her eyes wide with fear as she clung to her mother.
“He's sick, sweetheart. Don’t worry nobody is going to hurt you when you’ve got me and your dad here.” She said as she held her daughter tight. “Try and get some sleep for a bit, we might be here for a while.”
“Ok mum.” She said as she leaned on Emma’s shoulder and tried to fall asleep.
“Emma, I’m going to go speak to some of the guys, see if I can get an update on how things are going. Are you two going to be ok here for now? It'll be ten minutes at most.” Mark said as he got up on his feet.
“Course hun, don’t worry about us. Just don’t take too long. Bring us something back from the vending machine would you , please ?” Emma said as she handed him some change.
“Sure babe , I’ll do that.” Mark said as he pocketed the money and went with Paul out the front door to the police checkpoint.
Half a dozen officers armed with semi automatic weapons milled around the road , whilst another twenty officers armed with riot shields and riot helmets were also gathering, ready for whatever came their way. Or so they hoped.
“Any updates?” Mark asked the gas mask clad sergeant in charge of the checkpoint.
“Pretty much the whole town is fucked. 650 or so 999 calls in the last hour alone. Call centres can’t cope with the volume. People are dying whilst calling us, call handlers saying they’re literally hearing people being ripped apart over the phone. Grim shit, man. Comms are in chaos. Nothing is coordinated at this point, pretty much every man for himself. All those shelters set up in schools and churches are fucked too. Too many people are attracting attention. There’s rumours of a massacre at Homerton College”. Without warning, the sergeants radio came to life.
“Sergeant, we need support inside the hospital . We need it now !” A panicked voice shouted over the airwaves.
“What’s happening ?”the sergeant practically shouted into the radio.
“One of those crazy fuckers got loose. He’s spewed blood everywhere. A couple of the nurses have got it now too!” The officer's voice sounded on the edge of hysteria. There was shouting coming from inside the hospital. Not in the main entrance which was being used as refugee accommodation, but further inside where the patients were being treated.
“We need to get in there and get Emma and Sophie!” Mark said. Before Paul could say anything else , there was a sudden commotion down the road. People were approaching the checkpoint. In the darkness it was impossible to see who they were, but you could certainly hear who they were. The screeching and growling and roaring gave it away. Then they came into view. Two hastily set up flood lights hooked up to a generator next to the road illuminated a scene of terror fast approaching. At least a hundred people were rushing towards the checkpoint . It looked like they were chasing after a young couple who were fleeing for their lives towards the hospital and had inadvertently led the infected right to it. The sound of the huge crowd of infected was terrifying, it was unnatural.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Paul said bluntly as the first shots rang out , and the first infected fell down dead. No orders to halt were shouted and no warning shots were fired. This was life and death and the last of Cambridge Police intended to go down swinging. Screaming was also starting to break out in the hospital main entrance. Mark spun around and saw chaos starting to engulf inside. A mass of writhing bodies and red mist. It was impossible to see what was happening but it was clear it was horrifying beyond words.
“No! Fuck we need to get in there!” Mark cried out loud as he readied himself to run inside to save his family.
They were trapped between the chaos in the hospital and the rapidly disintegrating police line in front of them. The riot officers tried their best to hold steady, and took down dozens of infected using baton and shield, but inevitably their line broke and they too were soon added into the ranks of the infected.
“Mark, we have to run!” Paul roared and grabbed him by the arm and tried to drag him to their car.
“No, I’m not leaving them in fucking there!” Mark cried out as he pointed to the now blood drenched windows of the main entrance. The cacophony of screaming and yelling was not dying down.
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