Doomsday Page #2

Thank you, Captain,

that will be all.

Sir.

Canaris.

Prime Minister.

How long?

Two hours ago.

Well?

DDS were carrying out

a routine drugs raid

when they found

the infected victims.

It's the Reaper virus.

Oh, my God.

It's back.

Bloody Hell, George.

What's got your

knickers in a twist?

National emergency,

I'm afraid. Briefing for

the PM in five minutes.

HATCHER:
Let's keep this

informal and to the point.

We all know what's at stake,

why you're here.

Jane.

In 2023, when the rising

tidal waters were threatening

to flood London,

we extended the Thames

flood barrier.

Like a castle moat,

this system of canals

encircles the entire capital

north of the river.

Our immediate plan is to

flood the canals, blockade

all bridges, tube lines

and rail links

in and out of the city.

You want to put

under lock and key?

Containment is our absolute

priority. We must implement

martial law now.

Keep the people

off the streets

while we secure the blockade

and set up medical stations.

Only then can we begin

the evacuation.

HATCHER:
Do it.

It's all very well packing

people into their homes

like so many

million sardines,

but you drop a killer virus

into that mix,

and this town

is gonna go tits-up

in no short order.

Once you start stacking

bodies in the streets,

there'll be panic,

public disorder,

looting, rape, murder,

and that's just for starters.

The death toll will

be unimaginable,

and by that time,

there'll be absolutely

f***-all we can do about it.

You have to think

of the millions that

we'll be saving.

Are you talking about people?

Or pound notes?

Chief Nelson,

would you join me

in my office?

If this is a bollocking,

make it quick.

I've got a job to do,

I need to be out there

on the streets.

Michael.

What we're about to show you

is highly confidential

and potentially

volatile material.

When the wall went up,

the government at that

time, naturally,

wanted to know

what was happening

on the other side.

So they re-tasked one of

their military satellites

to provide coverage

of Edinburgh and Glasgow.

For the past 30 years,

it's carried on

taking pictures,

sending down what you'd

expect. Empty cities,

deserted streets.

That is,

until three years ago,

when these turned up.

HATCHER:
People.

On the streets of Glasgow.

Survivors?

What else could it be?

And if there are survivors,

there must surely be a cure.

What we have to do

is get our hands on it.

We already have

a team standing by.

All we need is somebody

to lead them.

Someone to take them in,

find the cure

and deliver it into our hands

before it's too late

to turn the tide.

You don't know how many

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