The room was dark but for the light of the work lamp and quiet but fir the sound of the radio. Simon was delicately scraping residue off a 3000 year old manuscript with a scalpel, he was in the Literary Restorations wing of the museum, it was closed for a long time before Simon came to work there and occupy it, yet there was still dust on every box and half done projects at each work station, abandoned by the last worker.
'such a shame' thought Simon as he got rid of the last of the residue, the radio blaring loud music at Hugo's request, "welcome down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty..." mumbled Hugo through Simons lips. Hugo was indeed an annoyance but Simon felt he had his good traits too, like singing so sweetly, Simon could never manage it even though they had the same vocal chords. The music stopped abruptly and shocked Simon, his hand slipped and scrapped a line through a bunch of letters. 
"Damn it." sighed Simon.
"My music?!" questioned Hugo incredulously at the radio, giving it a smack and sending it flying across the room into a corner.
"We are interrupting you're usual broadcasting schedule to give an important federal message, an unknown pathogen labelled ZMB-1 has become pandemic across most of the United States. If you see people with symptoms such as blood shot eyes, pin prick pupils, jittery hands and rigid movements stay away. Please lock all doors and windows and shut blinds. Make as little noise as possible and if you own a fire arm make sure it is ready. Goodbye and god have mercy." a loud bang ended the message and it repeated, over and over again. 
"Its the end," giggled Hugo hysterically "IT'S HERE!!!" he yelled throwing the chair from under him and rushing to the door. 
"No!" barked Simon as he took control, locking the door and barricading it with shelves and filing cabinets, "we are staying put! Th military will deal with it." 
He picked up the radio from the corner and placed it back on the table and sat back down. He flicked through radio stations only finding the same recording, he shut it off and leaned over his work to repair the missing ink, favoring work over nothing. Hugo was quiet but Simon could feel his mouth curl into a smile. It was never good when Hugo smiled.