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why does Kelson shoot the sedative in Spike’s butt when it should be administered through a vein, typically in the back of the hand or in the arm? he should have his medical license revoked.
u/littlefella2830 — 21 hours ago
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kelson appreciation
couldn’t sleep, so i made these. 28YL is such an important movie to me. i got to watch it with my dad who had a fatal lung disease. it helped me talk to him about wanting to move to a “death with dignity” state (within the US). we never got to move though and his disease gave him a brutal, torturous ending. he never got to see The Bone Temple. i wish his death could’ve been a more compassionate experience like in 28YL.
u/THUNDERGUNxp — 1 day ago
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How the hell did Kelly get a neck tattoo? (Bone temple)
At first I thought the tattoo may have just been an oversight in casting, but the actress who plays Kelly doesn't actually have a neck tattoo, so it was an intentional addition for the character.
She's supposed to be in her 20s and the film is set 28 years after the outbreak, so she definitely didn't get it done beforehand, and the Jimmies don't exactly seem like they'd ever be in a situation where tattooing equipment would be available, let alone a situation where someone would be willing and able to actually tattoo one of them with a steady hand, or even in a situation where the tat could heal properly at all.
Obviously stick & pokes exist, but again that seems unlikely for a tattoo like the one she has, especially in the circumstances of the film.
Just seems like a really odd and nonsensical visual decision for the character.
u/D_Zaster_EnBy — 1 day ago
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The 28 Days, 28 Years On (Part 1)
This work of fan fiction charts the course of the Rage Outbreak from its beginnings in Berlin, Germany to the destruction of continental Europe. Told from a British perspective, it takes the form of 10 retrospective articles, all written in advance and released biweekly for the next several weeks.
Mods permitting, I’ll post each separately while maintaining links to each part as the story progresses.
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Part 1: Exposure (20^(th) May)
Part 2: Expansion (23^(rd) May)
Part 3: Commitment (27^(th) May)
Part 4: Panic (30^(th) May)
Part 5: Response (3^(rd) June)
Part 6: Evacuation (6^(th) June)
Part 7: Breach (10^(th) June)
Part 8: Reckoning (13^(th) June)
Part 9: Containment (17^(th) June)
Part 10: Silence (20^(th) June)
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Part 1: Exposure
On the eve of the anniversary of the outbreak of the Rage Virus in central Europe, Sky News journalist and award-winning author Alex Boyle re-assesses the human, political and economic devastation wrought by the biggest disaster in humanity’s history. In the first of our long reads marking 28^(th) anniversary of the 28 Days, he revisits the confusion of the initial outbreak, the terror that followed and the impact that the fateful day in March 2002, still shrouded in so much mystery and secrecy, continues to have…
Unlike other major events in living memory, such as the Kennedy assassination or the destruction of the World Trade Centre, relatively few people can say with certainty where they were or what they were doing on March 2^(nd) 2002. What this should demonstrate to us is the degree to which an event which has come to define the lives of everyone in our country, whether they were alive to see it or not, came seemingly out of nowhere. I can only say for certain that I had recently secured a ticket for Arsenal’s Champions League clash with Juventus in Turin, a match which would have been my first away trip to watch the Gunners in Europe, had it ever happened. Like many, I look back on this planned trip to the continent with a mixture of horror, guilt and relief that stubbornly refuses to fade even three decades on.
One of the reasons that this day, possibly the single most famous and fateful in all of human history, does not leave such a personal mark in the memories of many is that even now, it is difficult to be certain of exactly what happened, when it happened and why. In the past several years, this mystery has fuelled speculation, investigation, protest and finally action. Last year, Prime Minister Henry West relented on the long held position of his government that files relating to the initial outbreak of Rage would remain sealed long after the standard 30 year classification period had elapsed in the name of national security. He did so in the face of unprecedented protest and dissent, largely driven by students and a new generation of citizens less accepting of the militant caution that has driven government policy in Britain since the destruction of Western and Central Europe.
The hope of many was that the limited release of files authorised by Downing Street would provide not only answers to the long held questions of the public, of those who fled Europe and their families and the wider world. Rather that they would also provide a conclusive justification for either the continuation of the isolation of the destroyed nations or their reclamation, depending on one’s alignment in this most polarising of debates.
Unfortunately, perhaps even inevitably, these files have raised more questions than answers as they are pored over by politicians, scientists, historians, journalists and others. And of all the contentious parts of Rage’s history, of nothing is this more true than its origins in the heart of one of the old Europe’s busiest cities.
Even before last year’s file release, it had long been speculated that the virus originated from a breach at the Robert Koch Institute in Berlin. Accordingly, the release of some of the surviving German records effectively confirmed this. Those who had hoped that the files might reveal something more than a containment accident were of course to be disappointed, as were those who speculated that whatever experiment might have produced the virus was part of an international research effort. The continued suggestion that Rage was developed in multiple laboratories, and most explosively of all, the suggestion that one such location was Cambridge University, were of course never addressed by these files and neither were they likely to be.
In the modern world, protection against Rage is a multi-trillion dollar industry. The proliferation of surveillance, tracking, weaponry and mechanisms to seal locations off is an accepted part of life in the developed world and nowhere more so than the UK. Nonetheless, even in this hypervigilant world, experts both human and AI conclude there could scarcely have been a worse ground zero for Rage than the densely populated neighbourhood of Berlin that authorities in the doomed city first responded to, and even in our world an outbreak in such an area would be almost impossible to contain. It is no surprise then, that to a city completely unprepared and uncomprehending, to whom instantaneous transmission of a virus was thought an impossibility, Rage was a lethal and fast acting poison.
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Caller: 'Anja K.'
Operator: Berlin Fire & Rescue Call Centre
Timestamp: 23:37 CET, 2 March 2002
OPERATOR: 112, what is your emergency?
CALLER: People are running— I don’t— I can’t tell what’s happening...
[CALL TERMINATED]
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Records like the one above were commonly cited in the immediate aftermath of the release of last year’s files. Certainly, official sources were keen to emphasise them as supporting the long established narrative that authorities in Berlin were presented with fragmented information, impossible to meaningfully decipher until it was too late. However, as the evidence has been sifted, even this curated evidence base reveals that there may have been more information before the authorities both in Germany and beyond than has typically been disclosed.
For example, there is reason to think that Berlin’s police had recognised from a fairly early stage that they were dealing with something outside of their experience. This police log demonstrates that as early as 20 minutes after initial contact with the infected, some police units had recognised the unusual and highly uncontainable aspects of the threat:
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LSPD–Südost Division
2 March 2002
23:42 – Multiple reports of violent individuals near RKI perimeter.
23:51 – Officers report 'extreme aggression.'
23:53 – Officer Brandt injured. Bite wound.
23:57 – Brandt mobile again, attacking civilians.
23:59 – [REDACTED]
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Certainly, what were initially reported as “violent disturbances” did attract immediate attention from the world’s media. Despite taking place at nearly midnight in the now defunct Central European Time, reports on the disturbances began to appear on news stations across Europe only an hour or two after they began. However, these initial reports had scarce information to base their reports on. Frequently, this involved hastily arranged phone calls with bewildered correspondents more used to reporting on political, economic or sporting matters. Newsrooms scrambled for German‑speaking staff; correspondents were woken from hotel rooms; camera crews drove blindly toward cordoned streets. From about 1:30 AM, they found their way blocked by armoured police units and later by the army. Some viewers, particularly in European nations, reported seeing live footage which never appeared again of some news crews coming into direct contact with what they later came to recognise as the infected. However, the veracity of this has never been conclusively established, and some have attributed these memories to backward projection by people later to endure their own traumatic escapes from the virus.
In any case, for most of Europe, this initial calamity went largely unnoticed until the following morning, with most who were awake to see initial reports assuming that this was some kind of riot and with the majority of the continent asleep. Even the media, the civilian institution most alive to the situation, struggled to gain a clearer picture in understaffed, overnight newsrooms and in a time before modern smartphones, without even the modern benefit of footage captured by the public.
It has always been assumed that official knowledge of the virus, particularly outside of Germany was minimal or non existent. The first official communication to London that we are aware of came in the form of this brief message from the British embassy in Berlin:
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FCO Cable — British Embassy Berlin
Classification: SECRET (Declassified 2029)
Timestamp: 01:05 CET, 3 March 2002
Situation developing rapidly in Berlin... Symptoms inconsistent with known substances.
[Several Redacted Lines]
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Those committed to the many Rage conspiracy theories that have saturated Western society since the outbreak were quick to seize on the word “symptoms” in this communication, claiming an unrealistically quick perception of the crisis as a virus or biological contaminant. However, just as many supporters of official doctrine point to this source as a demonstration that the British government was, as others were, caught completely unaware by this rapid escalation of crisis.
The first demonstration of Rage’s incredible and terrifying power came as the sun rose over Berlin on 3 March 2002, revealing a city that already ceased many if not all of the functions of civilian life. German authorities would stubbornly attempt to reassert control over the doomed city and protect the exodus of its population for another several days before the existential nature of the threat to the wider nation and continent commanded the effort be abandoned. Across the continent and the world, humanity was waking to find itself, quite unexpectedly and quite decisively, in the world of a nightmare.
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Author’s comments:
· Unlike the original 28 Days Later film, in this story the outbreak occurs in March rather than mid-summer. This choice was made to accommodate some later plot details, but also with a potential 28 Weeks Later alternate history sequel in mind. The original 28 Weeks Later film largely ignores that it should take place in mid winter and despite its title is clearly more likely to be set at least a year on from the original outbreak based on the season depicted. In this alternate history, setting the outbreak in March allows the sequel to take place in the autumn of 2002 which would prevent mid-winter conditions from being a plot consideration.
· The movement of the setting of the outbreak means that some events referenced later in this series, such as Jim’s coma, were also moved to the earlier timeframe. As this is an alternate history, dramatic licence to do this was taken.
u/Naive_Variety_7112 — 1 day ago
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Day 5 of 28 days later. I will be doing 28 posts, each post will be one day. Starting from the first day of infection. It will focus on one character
Hello all.
If you arent up to date here's part 1 of the series.
https://www.reddit.com/r/28dayslater/s/T0iAD2nL8D
Day 5.
The Sun rose over the green hills of England. Peaceful rivers flowed into the sea, birds sang their morning calls to the sun and deer moved silently through the forests. Nature, no matter what chaos in the human realm. Always seemed at peace, unbothered and unaffected.
SGS Oakhanger.
Uniformed men coated in darkness, quietly held a meeting. The air was stale and uncomfortably warm. CRT Tv screens decorate the wall like a mosaic covering. They show absolute pandemonium, miles of traffic, cars ramming each other, more screens show CCTV footage from streets of towns surrendered without a fight to the infected.
Its carnage as a swarf of infected crash into populated areas, their advance unchecked and unable to be stopped.
No evacuation has been officially ordered by the government, military or local councils. But those closest to the infected zones aren't waiting anymore. It started slowly, neighbours packing their belongings in the night, people turning up at trainstations, carrying as much as they could carry, peering around only to see ALL TRAINS ARE CANCELLED. The writing was on the wall, East Anglia was doomed.
'The vast majority of East Anglia is now cut off. There have been reports of Infected in Colchester.' People are either running the gauntlet through previously infected areas trying to reach safety west or they head east, simply unaware that the infected have essentially encircled Norfolk and Suffolk.
One of the dark figures speaks up. 'The royal engineers are deploying north of London and all overseas personnel are being recalled. The Americans aren't happy about us pulling out but they've also been evacuating their own soldiers from their bases here. Flights have been non stop and hell rumour has it, even the US embassy in London is clearing out'
'Maybe they know something we don't' another Dark figure says.
John is sitting on his sofa, a lit cigarette burning away between his fingers but he's yet to take a single drag of the calming nicotine. It has nearly reached the filter.
The ash of the burnt cigarette, is yet to break, yet to fall.
*BBC News*
A middle aged news presenter stands in front of a map of the UK, usually reserved for weather forecasting. Instead of showing temperatures and what the day will bring.
Instead it shows East Anglia, a red mark spreading out from both Peterborough, Cambridge, Colchester and Kings Lynn. The red blotch appears to completely cut off Suffolk and Norfolk. With grim determination and a British stiff upper lip.
The presenter begins reading from an unseen teleprompter, a list far too long for her own liking. Small villages and towns assaulted by the virus. Areas not to be entered, the stay at home area expanded to the outskirts of London, Northampton, Luton, Enfield, Leicester, Nottingham and the list went on.
It was spreading rapidly and had moved through the night. The infected follow the headlights of people fleeting and gleaming lights of homes. A beacon of fresh prey.
Repeating government issued advice and emergency phone lines continuously moved across the bottom of the screen.
999 had been completely inundated, to the point it had been abandoned in favour of localised numbers. Focusing on certain areas.
The camera zoomed out to show the rest of the panel. A Portly man dressed in a suit and a woman in military uniform. The Portly man started in a vexing over zealous tone. 'The government has the situation in hand, our advice is to stand firm and wait'
'Help is coming' For whom John wondered.
Major Williams Spoke up, her name clearly displayed on the screen
'The police, military and emergency services will soon be entering infected areas. To begin clean up operations and to restore order. Rest assumed the situation is in hand'
The news presenter could see how violently the Major's hands shook underneath the table but did not comment on it.
'We now go live to Cathy'
'Hello Susan!' A surprisingly joyful young reporter says. 'I'm around 30 minutes away from Peterborough and as you can see' *The camera pans around, to calm empty neighbourhood streets. No sign of the infected, violence or panic*
She stands close to an old couple. She introduces them as Wally and Wilma Brackheart. Wally is 86 years old and Wilma is 79.
'So tell us Wally, why haven't you left yet and why won't you' Cathy asks. 'I grew up around ere, I was a boy when the Germans bombed us, Bah!' He taps his walking stick on the ground 'This is nothing, we'll turn this around you'll see. I've got plenty of food, water and cigars to see me through. We'll just close the curtains and wait' Wally grunts, clearing his throat.
'Well there you have it Susan, if Wally isn't worried then I'm not worried. Back to you at the studio'
John looked at the TV, his eyebrow raised like he smelled something cooking. That seemed fake, he thought. The reporter seemed too happy and unworried. She does realise what she is reporting on. I mean, what chance did Wally and Wilma have. Locking themselves inside with food, water and cigars... 'Oh'
John realised then, his meager supplies aren't enough to last a week let alone however long this lasts. Payday couldn't come soon enough, John wished he hadn't brought Halo now. He could have and should have brought food.
Clacton-on-Sea Pier around 14.30pm. Hundreds of people stand on the Pier, its usual screams of joy from the carnival rides and attractions are replaced with the voices of despair and desperation. HMS Nottingham had tied herself to the end of the pier at high tide. She had nearly run aground but by some miracle. She stayed buoyant. Royal marines filled past the desperate crowd. Towards the chaotic scene of the surrounding town.
The ship and its crew were ordered to Portsmouth. Instead they came here, no one had thought to send evacuation ships to the East Anglian coast. Likely, this was not a mistake.
Every step the infected took East was less one West and more importantly South.
Commander Richard Farrington had received word via short wave radio of a plea for help. Hundreds were trapped at the pier, no way out and the infected were coming.
'We are limited in space but can make multiple trips, please remain calm'. A young sailor called to the crowd. A series of cracks broke the silence. SA80 assault rifles discharged in rapid succession, the infected had come. The Royal marines, brave as they are, would not hold the tide for long.
The crowd surged forward, people pressing so tightly together the rails on the Pier broke, sending poor souls into the choppy waters. A sergeant fired his pistol in the air but the panicking crowd could not be calmed. One by one, the rifles of the brave royal marines fell silent. 'Take my baby please!' A mother a few rows back lifted her precious cargo, the crowd shifted then calmly and with a delicate touch oh so gentle. They floated the baby across a sea of hands towards the waiting sergeant's arms. With tears in his stern eyes, he brought the child on board. One by one, children were lifted and carried towards the waiting sailors.
The infected reached the crowd, parents met them with fierceness that they had not known they processed. Punching and kicking. Grabbing the infected, dragging them over the side of the pier and into the waters below. As the primal instinct to protect their young overrode the survival instinct.
HMS Nottingham cast off her cargo aboard and sailed for open waters.
Map made using CHATGPT.
Edit, I apologise for grammar. I wake up around 4.30am for work and i think I posted this around 8 or 9pm last night.
u/maizematt — 2 days ago
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My favorite scene in Bone Temple
Really wish we saw more person vs infected content like this, one of my favorite scenes in the movie but also showcases some other issues like why dont these people have mouth/face coverings (even just cardboard/leaves over their mouth)
u/Acrobatic-Handle-715 — 2 days ago
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Day 4 of 28 days later.I will be doing 28 posts, each post will be one day. Starting from the first day of infection. It will focus on one character
If you have missed Part 1 you can start it here
https://www.reddit.com/r/28dayslater/s/T0iAD2nL8D
In true reddit fashion, when I originally tried to post this. Reddit went down, it seems communications are now being disrupted. In the forth day of the outbreak.
Admin I apologise for the spam!
Day 4.
Recovered memo from Brigadier General Stephen Tadworth. Circa 16/05/2002
CONFIDENTIAL
AUTHORISED PERSONS ONLY
Non lethal containment has failed, the use of Deadly force has been authorised, any infected are to be shot on sight. Any persons seen to be exhibiting symptoms of the virus are to be put down immediately.
John walked slowly and cautiously to the local shops, nervously stopping every few hundred yards and looking over his shoulder. The streets were a ghost town, the few people he did see kept their distance. No one went near each other and there was a sense of fear in the air. Mistrust of the stranger, those that did gather. Spoke of the events happening in East Anglia.
He entered the small corner shop, said 'Hello' to the cashier and quickly picked up the items he needed; 20 cigarettes, 2 bottles of Radioactive Sunny D and a chomp bar.
John also decided to buy a copy of the Evening Standard. Given the last 24 hours he had been consuming as much information about the outbreak as possible. Like everyone else in the country, he watched the news till late last night and had left the. television on over night.
John hurried home, walking down quiet empty streets and back into his block of flats. His neighbours Jenny and Carl, a couple that lived above him were arguing by their car.
'I cant, i won't leave her there!' Jenny stated flatly and matter of factly. Carl crossed his arms, a note of sympathy in his voice. 'Jenny, you saw the footage Buntingford is gone, your aunt... if shes still alive. She will be surrounded by those things. She could even be one....' Jenny snapped and stepped closer 'Don't, don't say it. Either way I don't care, I'm going. Shes the only family I have'. Carl sighed defeated and got into the car.
John never saw them again.
As soon, as he entered his flat. He resumed his vigil, opening a bottle of Sunny D and drinking slowly. Another town had been hit, Huntington. The footage there was the same as the others. A chaotic blood letting with no end.
Every minute had a new breaking news story, another town attacked and the area under strict Stay at home orders expanded.
BBC News had opened a crisis line, allowing people to phone in and talk to the presenters. Phone calls from people Behind the lines. Asking for help, reporting their locations and of the situation on the ground.
A man called Graham had phoned in, a NHS nurse trapped in Peterborough District Hospital. He said he was trapped in a office, he had barricaded the doors and could hear them trying to get in. The news never confirmed if they heard from Graham again or if he had been rescued.
Another caller worked in a pub in Buntingford, The Fox and Duck. She was one of the barmaids on shift when the attack started. Shes trapped in the storeroom.
She said she heard the fighting between the police, army and the infected. She pleaded for someone to come get her and to tell her son Billy. That she loves him dearly.
The sun was setting, the news was still pouring in. Non stop footage, phone calls and witnesses giving their accounts.
John decided he would call it a night, when there was a frantic knock at the door. Peeking through the peep hole, he could see it was his downstairs neighbour.
'John! Come on open the door. John!'
'Well, he was talking at least. Infected don't do that. I think' John muttered. He slowly opened the door, finding Arthur's face, running with sweat and looking panicked.
'I'm leaving John, you should leave too. This is going to get worse' Arthur explained, his hands waving wildly. 'Like leaving Guildford?' John asked incredulously. 'No, the country. Ive got Tickets, I'm leaving for France tonight, im driving straight to Dover. John, you should do the same'
The pair spoke for 5 minutes, Arthur begging John to listen, Arthur explained he has seen and experienced natural disasters before. Every bone in Arthur's body told him to run, to get the hell out of dodge before it was too late.
Arthur was one of the first refugees to cross the channel. He would not be the last.
Newpaper clipping made by feeding CHATGPT the image of a newspaper from 28 days later. I thought it was pretty cool, let me know what you guys think and ill poke AI with a stick again to generate it.
u/maizematt — 3 days ago
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What happend to British Army,Royal Navy and Royal Air Force in overseas?
The British Armed Forces in 2000s was deployed in many countries Afghanistan, Sierra Leone, Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Kosovo and Potentially Iraq in Real life. But The Virus started in 2002. They are already deployed in Some Countries already. According to my research it's around ~35k–40k personnel. So what could possibly happened to them? Are they integrated To NATO? Became a Division or Battalion or Corps like Polish Military in WWII?
u/GloryToFinnishArmy — 4 days ago
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australia 28 years later: the bone temple
in australia we have a store called JB HI-FI and they LOVE steelbooks and they released a 28 years later: the bone temple steelbook, i LOVED the cover so much but i couldnt see it being a stand alone poster so i remixed it into being a poster hope you like it
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u/Plenty_Leave7808 — 3 days ago
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Director Nia DaCosta provides clarity on Samson's healing progress
grababyte.inu/sayani1234 — 4 days ago
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Will be another major villain in next movie?
I was thinking on who can be the next major villain, like Major West or Sir Jimmy Crystal, maybe a corrupt NATO soldier, because I don't think if there be other groups like the Jimmies on England. But you think we need another villain besides the infected
u/Lobin3540 — 4 days ago
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When the villain is so disturbing… you forget about the zombies
I just found this great video talking about Bone Temple and the other movies in the series.
u/homer_lives — 5 days ago
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What happened with Britain's nuclear stockpile after the outbreak?
Are they still in warehouses or were they sent of to another NATO nuclear power? I'd imagine the submarines would have left port and eventually get handed over to an allied state after it became clear Britain wasn't going to be recovered any time soon.
u/ASlightyIdioticRat — 4 days ago
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I don’t understand this movie
I know it’s like 20 years old but this is my first time watching, I’m only like half an hour in and I’m lost
So is the whole population of London wiped out because of riots and then after that the zombies picked off the rest? I just don’t understand how the entirety of London is dead in 4 weeks
From what we saw the infection was isolated in this one lab and the apes spread it from there and the infection was pretty much instant, so how on earth did it end up in other counties? It’s not like it gives people enough time to stay under the radar and get on a boat or plane so I don’t understand how it spread that far
Is it just coincidence that all these riots were happening at the exact same time as the virus breaking out? Was it just to support the plot like the military was already vulnerable and people were distracted or something?
Also how did it leave the lab surely in the time a whole group of scientists and stuff got infected, one of them would’ve had time to ring the police? So they knew there was an emergency happening there and it would’ve been resolved?
Maybe I just didn’t pay attention but I’m getting the baby to sleep at the same time so im mainly going off reading 3/4 of the subtitles, sorry
Thank you :)
u/Emily-Egg — 3 days ago
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28 days later. I will be doing 28 stories, each story will be one day. Starting from the first day of infection. It will focus on one character. Day 3
Hello all, i return to work tomorrow, so releases might delay a little. Enjoy!
Part 1 if you missed it
https://www.reddit.com/r/28dayslater/s/T0iAD2nL8D
The infected now spread in every direction, sprinting over fields, over hills and in the streets. They shall never surrender.
***In the early hours of the 15th of June. A tense group of men sit around a long table, artfully covered in dark green regal mats with a gold royal crown.
Large mounds of paperwork, maps and untouched glasses of water sit in front of the men. The room dimly lit, reflecting the mood and the morning light only just beginning to creep through the windows.
Sitting around the table are members of the cabinet, police commissioners and members of the military high command. They've gathered in 10 downing steet, debating the on going *situation* in East Anglia. This was the first COBR meeting about the outbreak of violence spreading rapidly.
'This isn't rioting' a bald man wearing navy Black police uniform exclaims, insignias line his iron pressed jacket. Hands visibly shake, as he slowly clenches and unclenches his fists. A voice laced with uncertainty and fear speaks out. 'Every police unit sent in to control the situation hasn't returned, we lose contact the moment they arrive on the scene!'.
The room descends into a frenzy of voices, shouting and hands waving. Everyone trying to make their opinion heard, their solutions and potential theories.
'It's a Virus, theres something in the blood' a seemly small man in stature says, usually content to be unoticed at the opposite side of table but today he speaks up. And in a very unusual fashion, the room goes quiet. They all turn to him.
He gestures at the TV screens in the corner of the room, showing police lines shattering against a tidal wave of people. 'Look at the footage, you can clearly see when someone comes into contact with one of the rioters, they exhibit the same behaviour. They have to have been infected with something and whatever it is' The man looks to the window, 'Its spreading faster then we can contain it'.
'The public must be informed' called the Education Secretary of all people.
'No, if the public at large is made aware there will be panic and unrest' replied the Home Secretary.
'Given the media coverage is now picking up on this, there is no hiding it. However, we must respond, quickly and effectively' Everyone turns listening to the voice of reason. Gordon Brown leans forward and continues 'We must deploy more police and prepare draft in the military'.
A haggard looking Tony Blair stands in the corner, he turns and asks 'What are our next steps'.***
John - Day 3.
John is stood in his sittingroom like a sentry on guard, for hours now, unable to look away from the scenes unfolding on his TV. Hes been in a trance, an umoving statue frozen watching the reports of the ongoing violence in Cambridge and Now East Anglia at large.
BBC News helicopters circle the streets of Peterborough. large crowds running down residential streets, crashing through homes, small corner shops and people fleeing into gridlocked traffic. Some people just stand there, utterly confused and transfixed even as they are tackled to the ground.
Its chaos, absolute blood churning chaos. Men, women and children. There is no distinction between people from this high up, they are either being attacked or are attacking others. The streets are littered with crashed cars, dropped newspapers and bodies. The camera continues up the road showing the carnage until it pauses on a over turned dark blue pram. Johns heart sinks as the image of the over turned pram, burns into his mind.
***As you can see these are the streets of Peterborough, its a warzone down there. Earlier today a train derailed outside of the city, the train was from Cambridge. Witnesses say the surviving passengers attacked the first people on scene trying to help them***
The footage changes to a live image of a female BBC reporter standing in a small town, looking much like his own but different in that way British towns are from each other.
Standing behind a line of police officers and soliders. Visibly nervous, her hands shaking as she looks directly into the camera, takes a professional calming breath and begins her report.
***' I'm here in Buntingford, a short 40 minute drive south from Cambridge, Local officials have said the situation is now in hand'***
Behind the reporter, a few large green military trucks can be seen pulling over, the union jack clearly visible on the side. John feels a spat of hope as he watches soliders in riot gear flow out of the back of the vehicles.
The camera pans right, following the soliders as they join the ranks. Beyond them, groups of people can be seen charging the lines. Shields raise as they clash. Red eyes and splashes of blood press against the see through riot shields. Desperately, the infected try to force their way through.
The surging crowd appears to be held just as a solider dressed in a green hazmat suit is tackled to the ground. A man oozing blood on top of him, he starts punching, kicking and biting at the thick protective equipment protecting the solider. Soliders and police surrounding the now entangled pair. Begin beating him with batons. With little to no effect. With great effort they pull the infected man off and push him back out beyond the sheild wall.
The reporter attempts to continue while also watching the events transpire
*** 'There are unconfirmed reports that this is a viral outbreak of somekind... However, this is pure speculation, nothing official has been said'***
As if in confirmation and in answer. The solider who moments ago was tackled to the ground, now begins attacking his comrades. In a slow moving wave, the soilders begin to turn on each other, bites and scratches finding their marks as the line begins to break. Panic ensues, a commanding officer seeing that the lines are breaking, takes out his pistol and fires blindly into the mass now surging through. The broadcast is cut as the soliders, police officers and the camera man begin to run for their lives, the screams of infected giving chase. The television turns black, moments before cutting back to a very shocked looking news presenter.
John saw himself in the reflection of the TV for a moment. His face horror sticken and pale.
'What the fuck' John muttered, feeling that his heart is racing, he becomes suddenly aware of his very full bladder and the taste of bile in his mouth.
Johns has never heard of Buntingford but the reporter said it was south of Cambridge. How far north is it from London? 'How far is it from me' he quietly whispered.
John looks outside his windows, the streets are clear. A few people milling about but nothing out the ordinary.
Yet.
u/maizematt — 4 days ago
▲ 0 r/28dayslater
Ngl, why not just rewild britain during the rage virus?
the UK is one of the most nature deprived countries in the world, so wouldn’t dropping off animals that were lost there like wolves, beavers (not native in 2002), bears, bison, etc be good for the ecosystem and overall pollution levels? It’s not like there are farmers around to get offended at the very thought of wildlife, and tbf, only primates have gotten the rage virus so far, so bears and bison might actually work in killing zombies that attack them.
The only problem is how ur gonna drop em off. Eric said that ”quarantine is for any poor F‘r that puts one toe on this island”, so its not like they can do a classic reintroduction.
for the smaller animals, you could drop them from planes with parachutes in boxes that open up on the floor, It’s been done before. maybe the bigger animals could be some sort of D-day ass type drop off. Idk, i just like nature ig so im kinda projecting on 28 years later
u/ChangingEar761 — 4 days ago
▲ 40 r/28dayslater
Into The Jimmy-Verse (@baptizedbones on Twitter)
At this rate, who *isn’t* a Jimmy?
Meme by @baptizedbones on Twitter.
u/Rclarke115 — 4 days ago
▲ 18 r/28dayslater
I wish we had more stories in this universe
Cant get enough..
devoured and loved the original comics
Id love narrative videogames, or more comics or novels.
I truly feel theres so many stories you could tell at the dawn of, mid way through and even in the current period of the outbreaks
u/Physical-Can21pu — 4 days ago
▲ 36 r/28dayslater
I want to cosplay as Jimmy Ink, would that be alright?
I want to dress as either jimmy ink or jimmy shite with the sneaker masks for a little con happening here. Would that be okay? I feel like with Jimmy Crystal the saville connection is more obvious, but... as any of the other jimmies with the chopped up wigs bad wigs and shoe masks, maybe it's okay? It's less... Saville, I hope?
Wanted to ask on the opinions of more people, and possibly people from the UK. Im from Chile and I doubt anyone would catch the connection to saville on the concept of the jimmies, but, whatever. I wanna be safe. What do we think?
If it's alright I would be excited to share the result here later. 🤪
u/randomspamaccy379 — 5 days ago
▲ 70 r/28dayslater
28 days later. I will be doing 28 stories, each story will be one day. Starting from the first day of infection. It will focus on one character. This is Day 2, 28 hours later.
For Part one
https://www.reddit.com/r/28dayslater/s/T0iAD2nL8D
Hello, I will attempt to do one part each day but unlike John, I work full time. Thank you
28 hours later
28 hours after initial infection, Cambridge is now a war zone, the infected number in the hundreds, maybe thousands. Police attempts to quell unrest only proved to feed the spread of the virus. As people turn on their lights in the morning haze, the infected come crashing through their windows and doors. Like a medieval city of old, the gates have been thrown open and the city is being put to the sword.
Cambridge being a vibrant university city. Regularly has thousands of students, teachers and support staff comuting in by train.
Due to the extremely fast spread of the virus, information about it is limited given, anyone who comes into contact with an infected individual is chased down and are infected themselves. Most of the UK population is unaware and are rising to begin their commute.
The UK is covered in train lines, effective, efficient and mostly late forms of transportation. Like arteries, they move the population towards their destination and like arteries are the perfect delivery system.
07.22am, Cambridge trainstation, staff report disturbances on and around the station. As crowds press forward, boarding the train, the smell of hot coffee and dry morning air hanging over the crowd.
People don't notice the distance screams, they don't hear the footsteps and gasps. Creeping closer with fierce determination, a rage filled tsunami finally crashing into shore.
As the sliding doors are about to close, the conductor beginning their morning chorus of upcoming stations. Its cut off, like the mircophone was ripped away mid sentence a deathly silence falls upon the train.
The infected are aboard and time slows down. One infected sticks out from the three that desperately shoved through the gap in the closing doors. Dressed in their work uniform from the local supermarket, clothes torn and ragged, deep cuts and dirt mar the usually pristine condition of their uniform. Their manager would of had a field day. If they hadn't of been torn to ribbons earlier that morning. 'Jodie' the only thing on them not covered in blood, is visible on their name tag.
In the split second before the chaos starts, hundreds of people now trapped in a steel rolling coffin. A young man looks up and directly into the red rage filled eyes of Jodie. Blood flowing freely from their putrid mouth, they lundge. A few unfortunate souls look up from their newspapers and books.
The desperate screams and banging on doors and windows. Are drowned out as the wheels of the train grind forward on the tracks.
***This is the Great Northern Rail service to Peterborough***
Johns eyes open, its pure and unfiltered daylight. He snoozed his alarm, so much for his new routine. A bit defeated, he rolls onto his side and looks at the clock. 08.22am. 'Well its good im not working or I'd of missed my train'
John lives in the town of Guildford. It feels more like a collection of small villages then the large town it portrays to be. It is essentially a commuter outpost for London. Everyday, crowds of people commute by car, bus and train into the city.
John debated staying in bed but hunger drove him upwards. Today was benefit day, his Jobseekers allowance JSA was paid in. It was time to hit the town and get the bi weekly shopping in.
20 minutes later, his morning needs seen too and lookingly relatively human. John was walking down Manor Rd and towards his local shops.
Arriving at Somerfields, its icy refreshing atmosphere hit him as he walked through the door and he closed his embraced it. It was an unusually warm time of year and very few places had indoor air conditioning.
The store was sparsely populated, Somerfields was going to go bankrupt soon, He could sense it. Quickly and efficiently he got his meager supplies. Cans of soup, beans, bread, noodles and pasta. Given he wasnt working, he knew how to stretch food out. Salt and pasta was a staple in his home. Cheese was a luxury.
Grumbling he joined the queue, an older women was taking far too long bagging her items and was mostly focused on the conversation with the checkout clerk.
'Its a sad state of affairs in Cambridge, all those students rioting and did you hear. A train derailed outside of Peterborough!' The clerk nodded, eager to serve the next customer.
'Its another terrorist attack, im telling you. Somethings not right, did you see the news. Even the police are rioting. This generation i tell you. You don't know how hard we hard it during the war'
John made eye contact with the Clerk. They nodded their apology as the rambling continued.
When John got home, he decided to give Halo another shot, he knew he could beat the library on legendary. He just had to find a way.
John is blissfully unaware of the growing danger in and around Cambridge. And now, its spreading beyond.
With every second that passes, another person is infected. An emergency meeting is called by government ministers to address the growing unrest in Cambridge.
Additional resourcss will be made available; riot police will be deployed, ambulance crews will be brought into the area and local fire crews will assist.
Sadly, every single public service member that goes into Cambridge, is infected and joins the moving wave towards outlining market towns, smaller cities like Peterborough where the train full of those poor trapped souls, derailed and spilled forth its deadly contents. The siege and eventual fall of Peterborough is all but certain.
The infection has spread, there is no stopping it now.
u/maizematt — 5 days ago