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would have heard that rioting and violence had broken out in the Marina Bay district. Every emergency responder who had heard the call was racing straight into ground zero without proper safety gear for a biological emergency.
    Meanwhile, the ambulance pulled into Gleneagles’ driveway and the paramedics dutifully delivered Jamie and her companion to an examination room on the eighth floor. A nurse came in, made a few notations on a tablet, gave Jamie another injection and left them to wait for the attending physician.
    “So here we are in a hospital again, waiting for others to help us. And we’ve lost the race and Sheldon has silenced us with a bag full of money. I feel like we’re always getting the short end of the stick. I’m really tired of being the victim, Jamie. Maybe we should meet Tomas tonight and go with him to Canada. At the very least, we can help stop zombie fever. We can do something good for the world. Besides, I’ve never been to North America. If we’re successful, maybe we could settle down there, like in New York and live the American Dream.”
    “Sounds good, Abi -that makes a lot of sense.” Jamie’s eyes were glazed and she began drifting in and out of consciousness. The injection that the nurse gave her must have been a powerful painkiller. “But I’ve really messed up my foot. It hurts so much. I’m not sure whether I’ll be going anywhere, let alone to Canada.”
    “Don’t say that! It’s the painkillers and coming off a week of racing talking. It’s only four o’clock. We’re supposed to meet Tomas in eight hours. I’m sure the doctor will be in soon to set your leg. Remember when I broke my foot during that football match against Raffles Girls School? I still went to the victory dance that night and we sat out with Romero and Shaun until dawn. You’ll be fine. We can do this.”
    But Jamie wasn’t responding. She had fallen fast asleep.
    Abigail sat for another hour waiting for someone from the medical staff to begin prepping Jamie for an x-ray, examine her ankle, and maybe ask them questions. Anything.
    But nothing happened.
    Abigail waited another ten minutes, then went out into the hallway in search of some assistance.
    Their floor seemed deserted.
    Abigail walked down the empty corridor, her footsteps and her breathing the only sounds. “Hello?” she called, her voice echoing down the hallway.
    She glanced in a few doors and saw that patients were still in their rooms, some of them angry for disturbing their solitude, others asking her if she was a nurse.
    She found the bank of elevators and decided to go down to the ground floor. There must be people on the main floor of a hospital, she reasoned.
    When the doors opened, the contrast to the silence on the floor above couldn’t have been starker.
    Doctors, nurses and interns rushed back and forth along the hallway, shouting medical terms, dour looks on their faces. Down the hall towards Emergency, Abigail saw four policemen, guns drawn and guarding the doors. A doctor burst through one of the doors, his white coat smeared with blood. He was clutching his left arm and four nurses rushed to his aid, one tying a tourniquet above a seeping wound that had the distinct look of a bite. There were screams inside the emergency room as the policemen quickly pushed the doors closed.
    The hallway swooned for a moment as Abigail realized what was happening.
    Zombie fever had been unleashed in Singapore.
    An intern rushing by tripped on the corner of a rubber mat, careening off an empty gurney and onto the floor in front of Abigail. Abigail reached down to help him up. “It’s the fever, isn’t it?” she asked the shaken intern.
    “No, no. Nothing like that. It’s something even stranger. People have been attacking each other for no good reason, running around biting and screaming like animals. They’re out of control, running around like crazed lunatics. But it’s definitely not zombie fever. There are no swollen zombies