The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however.

"The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder.

And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?"

"Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. 

Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel."

Then the bar's doors locked. 

"For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess."

Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. 

The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. 

"Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt.

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