Glasgow, April 3, 2008: Like so many epidemics before, the loss of so many lives began with a single microscopic organism. It's human nature to seek even the smallest comfort in reason or logic for events as catastrophic as these. But a virus doesn't choose a time or place, it doesn't hate, or even care. It just happens. The Reaper Virus, spreading among the population of Glasgow like a common cold. There was no stopping it, no cure, no vaccine. It claimed the lives of thousands in the first week.
In attempt to quell the outbreak, Marshall Law was implemented, road blocks set up, curfews enforced. The airports, seaports, and borders were closed. Scotland was placed under quarantine. The people were ordered to stay in their homes, to avoid travel, avoid contact. To sit it out and wait for help that did not come. The UK government decide to build a containment wall on the borders of Scotland, isolating it from the rest of Britain, and also the docks, airports and bridges, preventing it from spreading.
With SAS teams evacuating the last of the healthy survivors. A Scottish woman begs soldiers in a helicopter to rescue her daughter, suffering from a wound in her right eye, during a riot. A soldier sacrifices his place in the helicopter to save the girl. The mother hands a soldier in the helicopter a letter so her daughter will remember who her mother is. The little girl is transported out of the quarantine zone.
The quarantine wall stood thirty feet high, clad in steel armor plating. Spanning eighty miles, east coast to west, cutting Britain in half. Coastal waters were mined and patroled. The skies were declared a no-fly zone.
Orders were given to shoot down any air craft in violation of the quarantine. The idea was simple, nobody came out and nobody went in. Those abandoned within the quarantine zone were left to die.
Social order decayed along with the corpses. The streets ran with blood as the people fought to stay alive. Bodies burned in the thousands, looting, rape, and murder became rife. Fire spread as the citys were plundered.
The last to die became primal savages feeding dogs, rats, and finally, on each other. As the weeks turned to months, the funeral pyres faded and died. In time, all the lights burned out, consigning the country north of the wall, first to memory, and eventually to history.
And just as the government had turned it's back to the hot zone, so the rest of the world turned it's back on Britain. With hundreds of thousands unemployed, homeless and destitute, the situation has reached breaking point. It now remains only a matter of time before the laws of nature seek to redress the balance.
London, 2035 Now: DDS is on a slave trader raid at the shipping docks. An eyeball is scanning the area. It's being controlled remotely on a wrist watch worn by Major Eden Sinclair, the little girl saved in the initial evacuation, now grown up and a DDS soldier. She now has a synthetic eye with optic technology to replace her missing one.
Two smuggler leaders, Pinstripe and Richter, enter a large cargo ship. The DDS leader, John Michaelson, tells his team he wants him alive, he is the biggest slave trader in the city. Sinclair activates the Record option on her synthetic eye. The DDS team take out a number of henchmen with silencers just outside. The team quietly swarm into the ship as Richter leads Pinstripe and his henchman who has a case handcuffed to his wrist, to a cargo opening.
Inside the cargo bin are captured people from a ghetto. Sinclair and Michaelson are in different areas of the ship, guns ready. In another room, Pinstripe opens a case filled with cash, Richter is pleased. Michaelson enters a room and sees a woman, blonde, naked in a bathtub. She quickly grabs a shotgun hidden to the side and blasts away, but Michaelson ducks for cover.
Richter and his partner, Afro Girl, hearing the gun shot and suspecting a set up, pull their guns on Pinstripe and his henchman. The gunfire continues from bathtub girl. Seeking revenge, Richter blows two holes into Pinstripe with his shotgun, while Afro Girl puts a bullet in the henchman's head.
Meanwhile, Sinclair enters the room with bathtub girl from another doorway and fires three rounds into the bathtub. Blood streams from the three bullet holes on the side of the bathtub, dead. In the other room, Richter orders Afro Girl to grab the case. She grabs a machete and whacks off the henchman's hand, freeing up the case and grabs it.
They take off down a corridor, but Afro Girl is intercepted by Michaelson, he takes her out before she has a chance to aim her gun. However, Richter pops out of an opening capturing Michaelson, holding the shotgun to his head, ordering him to drop his gun. Around a corner, Sinclair throws her synthetic eye into the corridor to survey the situation via her wrist watch.
She steps out holding her gun ready and advances forward. Seeing her, Richter orders her to get back, but she ignores him and continues forward as he steps back with his captive. Both Richter and Michaelson are screaming at her to not shoot, but she continues forward, gun still aimed.
Then Richter stumbles from an object on the floor, he accidentally triggers the shotgun, half of Michaelson's head erupts in a splatter of blood. Startled at what happened, Richter looks up at Sinclair, she plugs several rounds into his body.