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and rid the world of zombie fever!” He grinned into the monitor and, quoting from his favorite fantasy trilogy, said, “Even in the darkest moment … there is light.”
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Gleneagles Hospital
    Orchard Road, Singapore
     
    After threading her way through the crowds of staff and befuddled patients milling around in the ground-floor corridors, Abigail found a less hectic exit in the rear of the hospital. She pushed her way through the revolving doors into an alleyway.
    The one-way street was devoid of traffic and people. She began to jog in the opposite direction of the mayhem up the hill towards the expressway a couple blocks ahead. Behind her, sirens and orders shouted through bullhorns and an occasional gunshot punctuated the stillness of the back road.
    Abigail leaned forward and sped up her pace.
    She spotted a police sedan blocking the road at the intersection branching to the expressway at the crest of the hill. The officer had set up a barricade of traffic cones along in front of his car. The sedan was facing towards the junction and she could see the officer sitting in the driver’s seat through the rear window. The driver’s door was wide open and the blue lights were flashing on the roof.
    “Hey, there! Help!” Abigail yelled as she approached the back of the car. She wasn’t yelling because she needed help - she just didn’t want the police officer to mistake her for a threat.
    But the police officer didn’t move or acknowledge her approach.
    She stopped by the trunk and hollered even louder. “Hey!”
    And still no movement.
    Yet, the policeman continued to sit immobile in the car.
    Abigail timidly knocked on the trunk and said, “Excuse me.”
    She eased around to the side of the car and looked inside at the officer. He was a young man, not much older than she. He was holding a bloody towel wrapped around his arm and was sweating profusely. His eyes were shut, but they were rolling around behind his eyelids.
    Abigail gave him a light tap on the shoulder and he groaned. She knew there was nothing that could be done for this young man. He had been bitten and soon he would awaken with the all-consuming hunger of the fever.
    The rioters had entered the narrow street at the base of the hill and steadily marched towards her. One of the hooligans launched a beer bottle high into the air and it crashed on the roof of the police car.
    Abigail grabbed the officer by his shirt collar and heaved him out of the sedan onto the ground. She slid into the driver’s seat, buckled in and put on the policeman’s cap that was sitting on the passenger seat.
    The rioters were now directly behind her. One of them jumped onto the trunk and began pounding the roof with a metal pipe. She turned the ignition and slammed on the gas, flipping the rioter off the car into the approaching crowd.
    With blue lights flashing, Abigail roared across the intersection and up the ramp of the expressway. She whipped around a barricade of police and, mistaking her for one of them, the officers manning the barricade waved her by.
    The CTE expressway was crowded with people trying to escape the city district. Abigail pulled onto the narrow shoulder. She took the police car to a dangerous, reckless speed, flashing past the slow-moving traffic as the drivers of the other vehicles on the road stiffened at the sight of police lights.
    The police radio was squawking about squadrons of army personnel being deployed in the central business district, riots breaking out around MRT subway stations across the island, and shopping centers being evacuated because of vicious feral human violence, only to be broken intermittently by the order to ‘stand by for further instructions.’
    They don’t have a clue what they were up against, Abigail thought,  they’re treating this like a resurgence of anti-government protests from fifty years ago.
    At least they hadn’t put a total lockdown on Singapore’s borders.
    She still