Happy Valentines Day!

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“They were sealed in a vacuum, no air!” Jay said, and started banging on the glass. “Seymour just open up this door and we'll talk about it.”
“Talk about what? Destroying the only machine that could give me my legs back?” Seymour said. “I want my legs back.”
“You want zombie legs? Think about what you're saying!” Said Jay.
“There might be a way by jove!” Seymour said. “You all just sit tight and I'll go reason with the Simulants. I'm sure they're actually nice guys, they're just misunderstood.”
“Seymour that's crazy!” Shouted Cassandra, but Seymour was already turning away and leaving the Drive Room.
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“Smeg!” Jay muttered. “He’s gonna get himself killed! I’m going after him!!”
“Jay wait!” Cass shouted “Let him go if he wants to get killed let him, don’t go risking your own….”
But it was too late, Jay had already bolted out of the second door to the Drive Room, emerging in the same corridor as Seymour, but a few metres behind. Seymour turned and spotted Jay behind him “Leave me alone!” he yelled.
“You’re crazy!” Jay shouted “Simulants can’t be reasoned with!”
“I was the Royal Ambassador to Queen Brittany of England for years!” Seymour spat back “If anyone can negotiate with them it’s me!”
He turned away from Jay and started sprinting.
“For the love of smeg…” Jay mumbled and started running after him.
Seymours artificial legs now seemed fully under his control, and they were going like the clappers, with Jay struggling to keep him in sight. It was clear that the gap was growing between them, and Jay, who was no slouch, was running flat out, while Seymour just seemed to be getting faster.
Seymour turned a corner, leaning sharply to his right as he did so before becoming upright again as he started bolting down another corridor toward a flight of stairs leading down to the next floor. He leapt off the top of the stairs and landed cleanly at the bottom without slowing down.
Jay pushed himself to run faster, bolting down the stairs and jumping from about halfway, rolling as he hit the ground and getting back to his feet. He was never going to catch Seymour like this. As he ran, he removed his rifle from his back, and grabbing by it’s shoulder strap swung it around in a wide circle, before on the third swing he let go. The rifle hurtled through the air, getting under Seymours feet, while the strap wrapped around his legs, causing him to trip and fall roughly on the deck.
He started to get to his feet, but this was all the time Jay needed to catch up he dove at Seymour, launching himself through the air before landing on top of him and pinning him to the ground.
Seymour squirmed in Jay’s grip, managing to roll onto his back to face Jay. “Unhand me!” he spluttered “I am the director of the JMC!”
“The JMC’s long dead Seymour!” Jay snapped back “And so will you be if you try reasoning with the Sims!”
“Let! Me! Go!”
“Not unless you calm dow….wait…did you hear that…”
“Hear what?!”
“That noise…”
“What noise?”
“muuuuuuuuuuuurgh!”
“THAT noise!”
Jay looked up and shuffling toward him was a zombie.
Not just any zombie either. Despite the badly burnt skin, and a severed arm, it was quite clear that this, was Katrina Salter.

Jay’s wife.

“What are you waiting for?” Seymour screamed “Shoot it!”
Jay slowly got to his feet, and just stood there. Staring back at Katrina’s mutilated corpse shuffling toward them.
“SHOOT IT NOW!” Seymour yelled again, now also on his feet.
Jay still didn’t react, so Seymour stooped, picking up the rifle from the floor, it’s power core was smashed from Jay’s throw, and so was useless, Seymour tossed it back to one side, and grabbed the pistol from Jays belt.
Now Jay reacted, and he snatched the pistol away from Seymour.
“Chrysler!” Seymour snapped “She’s not your wife anymore! She’s been dead for three million years!”
Jay said nothing.
“Everything you remember about her is gone, she will kill you, without remorse, without any thought whatsoever!”
Jay still said nothing, but finally he raised his gun.
“…..Goodbye Katrina….” He said finally, he would later swear that as he did so, he saw a single tear trickle from her eye.
Jay pulled the trigger, over and over, six shots rang out, the last shot burrowing deep into Katrina’s skull after which she tumbled lifelessly to the ground. Jay continued pulling the trigger even after she had fallen, his gun letting off nothing but a loud clicking noise indicating that the magazine was empty.
“Well.” Said Seymour “I’m glad you saw sense, don’t faff so much about it next time.”
Jay turned and grabbed Seymour by the collar and slammed him into the wall.
He stared into Seymours eyes for a few long moments, a rare flicker of anger fluttering across them.
Seymour was genuinely scared.
Jay said nothing, he just released his grip on Seymour and turned away. “Smeg…” he uttered.
“What?” Seymour asked
Jay pointed down the corridor. A horde of zombies were shuffling down toward them, blocking them from the drive room.
They turned to face the opposite direction.
More zombies were shuffling from that direction too.
“We’re surrounded…” Jay said, drawing a pistol from his belt “And you broke my good gun…”

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