There are many likely scenarios and since you ended up here, I guess you made some assumptions about it already.
Some of the main points to consider:
Some of the main points to consider:
- Singapore is an island. In case of a serious Zombie outbreak any neighbouring government would try to contain the infection by closing down land, air and sea traffic.
- The majority of Singaporeans life in HDB's, more or less high-rise apartment buildings. The main entrance area is open and no main entrance door can be barricaded. Every apartment has only 1 entry/exit, no emergency exit except through windows.
- Singapore is highly populated with about 4.5 million people living here. Just running outside and hiding in the jungle won't do it.
- Singapore laws are strict and don't allow any weapons like firearms, swords, spears and so on. Of course there are exceptions for e.g. army, police or sport groups but it means that hardly anybody would have a gun at home.
- Singapore is small. The size of the island would contain a growing amount of undead and a diminishing number of survivors without much room to run and hide.
Summarizing: A lot of people, fast spread of infection, no weapons to fight back, nowhere to run.
A possible Scenario:
Case zero or the first infected person turns up somewhere in Singapore, let's say arriving at Changi Airport. Let's be honest, 42 million passengers where handled there in 2010 from all around the world, so one who got bitten somewhere else could maybe arrive any day.
That person, as a business person or tourist ("That little bite won't spoil my holiday") would probably take transport to a hotel down-town.
Now he, let's call him Bob and stop any assumptions if it is a guy or a girl, would check-in and go to the room. After a long flight Bob would have a shower. Refreshed, pushing aside the dizziness caused by the sickness running through his veins and spreading through the body, he would walk out to get some lunch or dinner. Assuming that he feels hot because of the humid and, yes, hot weather and not because of a rising fever reaching almost 42 degrees Celsius, Bob sits down outside in a Restaurant ordering a drink. Until the food arrives he feels sick, is shivering and sweat is pouring out of every pore of the body.
Not even finishing the food he would pay the bill, maybe thinking that the jet-lag is killing him and walk back to the hotel.
The bell-boy in the entrance area realises that something must be wrong with this pale-faced guy who staggers through the lobby. "Probably pissed" might he think while his boss calls him to attend to something urgent.
Bob has no clue what is going on, he can hardly walk but makes it to the lift. He wants to sleep this little flu off and be fit for sight-seeing in China Town tomorrow morning.
His bite is itchy and it seems that the wound opened again under the dressing on his shoulder as it is a little bit wet. "Why did this bugger had to bite me anyway. At least I hit him straight on the head with the briefcase" he thinks with a smile, not realising that he collapses inside the lift, flat on the floor.
A few minutes later an overweight westerner is pissed off because he had to wait so long at check in and now the lift won't arrive. A checks his watch for the 6th time in 2 minutes and sights with relieve as the door opens.
Someone bumps into him as he walks into the lift and as he wants to apologize he sees out of the corner of his eyes a face next to his with wide open mouth. Bob, or what used to be him and is now something else, takes a good bite off the ear of the fat man, who screams in surprise more than in pain. Blood is spraying from the man’s face and Bob the zombie is chewing on half an ear. Since the big guy jumped back when he got bitten, the dead Bob shuffles over to a lady who stood next to them when the door opened. She walks backwards, away from the scary guy who chews on an ear and has blood all over the face and upper body.
The lady turns to run from Bob, but didn't see the suitcase someone left right in her way. She trips and falls while the dead man is coming closer. She wants to get up but the high heels don't help too much and the zombie falls straight onto her, grabbing and scratching her before biting her into the tight. Blood splashes through his teeth, over her cloth and the floor. The lady screams in agony while the teeth are digging deeper with the hands of the zombie tearing the flesh apart.
Now what happened to the other people in the lobby, you may ask, all the guests and staff. Why is the bell-boy not helping, he somewhat new that there is something wrong. Well, the bell-boy was sent to the 17th floor to pick up some luggage so he was not there and has no idea what was going on. And the rest? Panic might describe it. They stand there and watch, unable to move. Fascinated by the violence they just witnessed, too scared to attempt to stop it. Like a rabbit on a road, watching the closing in head-lights of a speeding car.
A man wakes from his trance, starts to scream like crazy and runs out of the entrance area, leaving the hotel through the front door.
The woman on the floor is still being eaten alive, without power or energy to fight back. The loss of blood is enormous and her body released endorphins, dampening the pain.
Bob is satisfied with his work and stands up again, stumbling over to a group of maybe Korean tourists, herding up at the reception desk. The western guy still holds is half-lost and bleeding ear and stares at the situation from about seven meters away.
With outstretched arms, blood all over himself, still some tender but raw and bloody meat taken from the woman’s tight hanging out of the half open mouth, he slowly approach the group of persons at the reception. They retreat together, keeping their distance, still facing the living dead, assuming a million things also that this could be a zombie as seen on DVD. But that can't be, that's impossible, that doesn't exist. There must be a hidden camera somewhere and the crew of this TV show making fun of unknowing people must come out any moment now. But they don't.
Two business men attend to the big guy who lost his ear. He sits in the corner on a chair, and they offer a handkerchief to stop the bleeding. One is on his mobile calling maybe an ambulance or the police or just his secretary to inform that he is late back from lunch, who knows.
A massively build tourist in shorts and a colourful shirt, you know like these Hawaiian shirts used to be in the eighties but this is a branded one, however, it's still ugly, he runs after Bob, grabs his shirt from the back and pulls him away from the crowd he was following. Bob goes down to the floor, immediately trying to bite the assailants legs. The tourist jumps bag and escapes the attack. A second and third guy come up and hold our Case Zero down. One gets the legs and the other holds the back down. Hawaiian shirt guy takes the hands to control them and hold Bob down. The main hotel doors fly open and two Singapore police officers walk into the lobby. Wow, what a view. A woman on the floor, not far from the lift, next to some suitcases, she is full of blood, a lot of blood, and not moving. Part of the upper leg and the tight and the waist seems to be missing. Three men kneel around and partly on top of another man near the reception desk. Two business men stand next to a fat guy who has blood all over him. Shit, this is Singapore! Nothing like that ever happens.
They help the three men to constrain the guy who resists arrest and fights to get free. Officer One can't believe his eyes when Bob gets free, just a little bit, and he bites this bloke with a Hawaiian shirt into the index finger. Unbelievable.
Cop One and Two call for back-up and an ambulance arrived already. They try to get some information from the victims but they all talk at once, a young man collapses where he stands and altogether this is a big mess.
Paramedics bring the fat man with half an ear missing and the Hawaiian shirt guy less one finger to the next hospital for treatment after attending to the main wounds, stopping the bleeding.
The police close down the hotel lobby as a crime scene, covering the woman’s body with a blanket and getting reports from witnesses. Forensic experts take pictures and analyze the area. The witnesses don’t make sense at all; “must have been a mentally ill person with a knife or someone on a new drug” is what Cop One would think.
While investigating the crime scene, one of the police photographers starts to scream in a high pitched voice. The dead woman’s body sat up and buried her jaw into the photographer’s leg, just above the knee, while holding the leg like a pork knuckle and chewing threw muscle, tissue and bones. The male photographer hits the hands of the dead woman with his camera, screams and tries to pull the leg away. Police staff is rushing forward to help while bystanders gasp in disbelief. The man with his camera and the dead body biting his leg slips on the old and his own blood on the floor and falls while the zombie tears the wound open, grapping meat chunks and pushing them into her mouth.
One police officer hits the dead woman on the head with his gun and pulls her off the photographer who howls in pain. Slowly standing up again with a face full off blood, the zombie moves to the cop stretching her arms out to reach him. He raises his gun and warns the woman to stop where she is. The other officers in the lobby have her guns out, too. The bitten photographer moves back on the floor, away from the attacker. The dead woman keeps on coming, not reacting at all to the demands of the police man who takes steps backwards. A deafening shot echoes through the hotel lobby, smoke rises from the police officers gun while the zombie is hit into the chest, jerking a bit backwards. Blood and bone fragments splat out of the dead woman’s back, but she keeps moving, step by step to the policeman whose eyes open even wider. She comes after him; he shoots again while moving back, hitting her in the stomach; again with no major effect. Now he feels the chair of a seating group around a coffee table pushing against his back.
While he tries to move backwards around the table one of his colleagues brings down his baton hard on the woman's head. She collapses to the floor, not moving. The skull cracked from the heavy blow and blood oozes out of her head. The officer who hit her is shocked about what he did. He tries to stop the blood flow with his hands and shouts for an ambulance.Others pull him gently away from the body while he starts to cry, covering his face with the bloody hands. What he doesn't know but the knowing reader readily assumes is that he rubs the virus from the woman's blood on his hands straight into his eyes, entering his system.
Someone helps the bitten police photographer to stop the bloodflow out of this leg.
Meanwhile the ambulance races with horns and tyres screaming down Victoria Street to get to the hospital. Once at Raffles Hospital the injured men are brought to the waiting area as their injuries seem to be not too bad.
While the Doc takes off the dressing the medics put on in the ambulance he realises that the flesh around the bite is getting black and smells rotton. He admisters a tetanus shot, re-news the dressing and let the nurse take care of the patient. The man with the bitten-off ear is treated for shock and seems to run a slight fever. He will stay in the hospital for the night so staff can check on him.
The guy with the hawaiian shirt is released and takes a cap back to his east coast condominium where he goes to bed.
Back to our hotel lobby. The aggressive guy who bit various people is handcuffed and his mouth was taped to avoid further injury. He is brought to the next police station and locked up. At this stage he is assumed to be either on drugs or mentally ill.
Let's summarize!
- We have infected Bob in police custody
- A dead woman in the hotel lobby
- The police photographer with a deep bite in his leg in the hotel lobby
- One fat guy with a missing ear in the hospital
- A guy with a Hawaiian shirt and with a bitten-off index finger in his east coast condo
- A police man who infected himself with his bloody hands
How would this go on? Within a day five infected spread more or less throughout the island. Wait around 12 to 24 hours for further effects and the outbreak will spread faster and less controllable.
What will happen next? Wait for the update!
