Brittany: Zombie Queen

Who: Brittany, Seymour, Efof, and six men at arms
Where: York city caverns
When: During everything
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Brittany started growling, which Seymour knew wasn't normal. Then she opened her mouth and walked towards Seymour.
"It must be some sort of programmed virus." Said Efof. "Don't let her touch you!"
"Oh crumbs." Said Seymour.
</snip>
"Braiiiiins" Brittany moaned as she shuffled forward, her arms held out before her, fingers grasping
"Crikey" Efof cried, backing away "What are we going to do now?"
"I don't bloody well know" Seymour snapped, manoeuvring himself around behind Efof for cover "Maybe we should let her have what she wants? Brains!? Yours!?"
"I dunno" Efof began sceptically "I'm not sure that even custard would help me get better from having my brain eaten"
"To the outside observer, there's not much difference between your brain and custard" Seymour snapped, as he and Efof retreated another few steps away from Brittany
"I've got it!" Efof shouted excitedly "We need some smart people to figure this out!"
"Is that the best you can come up with!?" Seymour sneered "Get someone else to do the tricky stuff - like thinking - for you!?"
They retreated back another few steps as Brittany shuffled forward, moaning softly
"Well, have you got any better ideas!?" Efof asked
"Actually, yes I have" Seymour snapped indignantly
Brittany took another few leaden steps towards them
"Well?"
"I... Um... I..." Seymour faltered
"HhhKsssSsss" Brittany hissed, suddenly springing towards them with bared teeth, only to be snatched back at the last instant by one of the Gentlemen at arms
"That's quite enough of that Ma'am" he said, effortlessly restraining her by pulling one arm up her back
Brittany twisted violently and attempted to claw at the man at arms with her free hand, but her attacks were useless against someone encased in so much powered armour
"We restrain her" Seymour grinned triumphantly "And then escort her to York city hub. There's bound to be someone there who can help us clear this mess up!"
"Hey!" Efof started "That's just my plan with more words!"
"It's details that count Sonny Jim. You learn that kind of thing when you're a starship captain; it may have been a while but I haven't lost the edge!"
"Right" Seymour continued, striding off down the street "Follow me to York Hub!"
"There are more Zombies that way" one of the Gentlemen at arms called after him "And besides, York Hub is the other way!"
Seymour stopped and turned on his heel to stride back again
"Well done" he beamed "Glad to see you passed that little test. Right. Lead on!"
With a slavering Brittany in tow and surrounded by half a dozen exoskeleton clad guards toting huge weapons, Seymour and Efof swept through the panicking crowds towards York Hub, the city's central control station
With the occasional aid of some impressively heavy firepower, they made it though the besieging crowds of zombies, and before long found themselves at one of the solidly sealed entrances to York Hub
Seymour pressed the entry intercom buzzer
"I say" he began "Can someone let us in? Only we've got Queen Brittany with us, and she's in need of medical attention"
"Oo t' bloody 'ell is tha'?" came the answer from the intercom speaker
"Royal Ambassador Niples" Seymour snapped "and Her Royal Highness Queen Brittany!"
There was a short, muffled discussion on the other end of the speaker
"Nipples?"
"How many times...?" Seymour muttered under his breath with gritted teeth "No, it's Nip-lay"
"Yer not forrin are you!? Sounds a bit French to me..."
"Oh for heavens sake" Seymour cried, throwing his hands up in the air "Would you just get on with it and let us in!?"
There was another hurried discussion
"Now don't tek this th' wrong way" the voice came back "But none of you've been bitten or owt 'ave you?"
"Ah..." Seymour sighed, looking over towards Brittany who was drooling and trying to chew one of the gentlemen at arms
<tag>Seymour – can you talk us into a secure facility with a zombie in tow?</tag>