Sheldon's Sushi bar fell eerily quiet, and it took Jimmy a few steady breaths and nervous glances before he finally let the former tax collector fall out of the oven door. It was an ugly sight, all smouldering flesh and singed hair - a nasty gash had been inflicted on the man's head before his barbecuing. "What the fuck," Jimmy shrieked, backing away from the man he had killed, before slipping on an unseen blood puddle behind him. He cursed as he fought to maintain his balance, and steadied himself on the stainless steel counter nearby. Jimmy never had it in him to hurt anyone. In 57 years of living, he'd never dreamed of doing harm to others - not serious harm, anyways - and even fantasising about killing someone was a little on the taboo side of things. Yet, in the last seven minutes, he had killed three people. His shift had started as it always did, with the flashy kids in their douchey shirts and stupid leg wear coming in and ordering plates of sushi - to impress the young and equally stupid looking women with their degrees of sophistication. Of course, Jimmy had obliged, flashing his shit-eating grin as he always did. Then everything was a bit of a blur. Some other kid ran into the sushi bar, sneezed several times, picked up a metal chop-stick and shoved it in some girl's face. Before Jimmy knew what was happening, the whole bar was the scene of a battle. Jimmy tried to call security, but found himself being attacked... and the rest was history. Not really knowing what to do, Jimmy picked up his walkie-talkie, tuned it to the Hippo's Destiny general channel, and spoke. "This is um, this is er, Jim- Jimmy Jam... Jameson. Jimmy Jameson. I just er, I just killed three people," he said, struggling to keep his words coherent.

Stevie quickly bolted the door and dropped to the floor. Breathing Heavily. He looked up, suddenly realizing he was in a first class cabin, with all the amazing knick knacks for the elite. (Not the stuff he got when he bought his second class ticket from his latest sales.) He looked in his bag, empty except for his MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE. He took it out, in case anyone tried barging in. "Well" Stevie began saying to himself. "If this ship's going Titanic, I might as well make me some dough. The room was a bit trashed, unknown if this was because of the invasion or the owner was some rocker. But he did manage to shove some stuff into his sack. Including: A bible, a rectangular pillow, a vase, a small lamp with its plug still attached, a pink silk bra, a lone high heel stiletto, $500 worth of cash (Which he stuffed in his wallet and pocket), and one of those acoustic guitars that has a handle that folds into the guitar. "Sheesh! I've heard of crazy rockers trashing their room, but an alternative band member trashing it? What's this world come to?"

Nick was sitting at a bar, normal day normal life, except he was rich so it would be Rich day rich life. He usually liked to hang out in the bar, nice place to pick up chicks, infact there was a chick right next to him, hot and ready for the taking, she was a blondie girl who looked like Kira from xanadu, wait, what the fuck is Xanadu? so Nick started his usual routine, Flashing his awesome white coat, a tiny pill bottle of roofies in his left pocket incase something went wrong Nick carefully examined the girl and noticed she had a Atheist symbol on her shirt, alrighty, Atheist pickup lines here we go I know your a atheist, but I can make you scream god Nick Used his pickup line in his mega cool voice, he knew all of the pickup lines for all of the girls, he was what you could call the Pick-upinator, the girl laughed a bit and Flirted back saying oh your just hil- and then out of nowhere she starts gasping, falling to the ground and puking a bit screaming Oh my Science! it wasn't long until she started puking blood all over Nicks bran new shoes!, Nick sighed and gotten up, and then the girl grabbed his leg with a crazed look on her eyes, pulling out a knife out of her purse and stabbing nick in the leg multiple times

Tindy was sweating, wide-eyed staring at the red face of her fat manager, Paul, whose snarling mouth fogged up the round glass in the door. He slammed into the wooden door again and again as if he felt no pain. It rattled. The automatic lock wouldn’t hold for long. The only exit out of the small back room of the bar was through the staff lift, which she had pressed at what felt like an eternity ago, and - she glanced at the red number again - it was one floor away. The radio Paul carried crackled to life, muffled, “This is…um….” Who the fuck is Jimmy Jameson?! Adrenaline had heated up her emotions and she was angry at the idiot who didn’t have the sense enough to tell her where he was holed up in. 
The lift dinged. It was the best ding she had ever heard in her life. The metal doors opened, slowly it seemed, and she was joyous to see no other madman inside. She rushed in and hurriedly pressed the button to the second floor numerous times.

There was no reply on his radio, and after several minutes of staring stupidly at it, Jimmy's survivor instincts finally decided to kick in. He clambered up to his full meagure height, and peered over the stainless steel kitchen counters and out into the bar. The sight was chaos. Over turned cheers and tables, bodies slumped left and right with pools of blood, smashed glass and red smears over the windows. No one made a sound, so he assumed they were all dead, and despite the odd scream some distance off, everything was quiet. Jimmy's first thoughts were to board up the windows with the tables and chairs, and secure the doors. However, he realised the effort to do all that by himself would probably be fatal - the amount of racket he'd make would draw more crazy people to him, if there were any more of them. Though, the intermittent screams told him there probably was. Quickly, he ran through a few ideas of where to go. The life boats? No, everyone and their dog would be there, which probably meant more crazies. Security? Same problem. The bridge? The double glass doors to Sheldon's Sushi bar suddenly swung open, and Jimmy ducked beneath the counter. He hoped that whoever entered was sane, but he was taking no chances. A fillet knife lay in front of him, and he quickly leant forwards to grab it. "Comeeeeeee OUT," boomed a man's voice, startling Jimmy into dropping the blade. "Coome out, come out, where EVER you are!" The stranger started laughing manically, and Jimmy heard the sound of cutlery crashing to the ground. "COME OUT YOU LITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTLE RAT!" Naturally, Jimmy remained perfectly still and counted the seconds before the lunatic found him.

Sierra was busy cleaning a room when the Apocalypse started. It had all been a usual day, she went around the cruise ship, entering open rooms and cleaning. She placed chocolate mints underneath the pillows, took her tips, and did the same old routine she did everyday. She wanted to sneak inside some of the safes, since she knew the reset codes to all of them, but of course that would get her fired. So she kept on keeping on, and tried to enjoy herself. It wasn't until she approached room 8B,  that she even knew anything was wrong, she took the key card to open up the door. The little badge that said 'Do Not Disturb' sat on the floor, Sierra picked it up and sighed, it was stuck between the door and the tile flooring outside. On it was specks of red stuff, patches of it was started to turn brown, drying out. Sierra gagged, whatever was on this sign, was going to be a bitch to clean. She rolled her eyes and opened the door to the room, what she saw made her want to scream. The red stuff, was everywhere...on almost every surface going from the bathroom, out. The bathroom door was closed though, which didn't explain much. Sierra was almost completely certain this was blood. "Hello, is everything okay in here? I'm your maid, Sierra." She called, sighing as she looked over her materials, she had a special remedy for human incidents, but she was probably going to need a lot more. She stepped over what appeared to be the blood, but it was all over, so she got some on the corners of her shoes. "Crap, I liked these shoes." She muttered, frowning. She started to sprinkle a sorry of powder over the blood, hoping it would rise. "I sure hope a murder didn't take place here" A grunt came from the bathroom, making Sierra jump. She bit her lip and approached the restroom, it was locked. Of course, she thought, fumbling through her bag for keys. She unlocked the door, and took a step back before opening it. Out the door charged a man, covered in blood, it took only a second to realize it's plan had failed, and it turned. Sierra screamed, spewing curses as it charged at her, she raised a fist to punch the man, and hit it in the face. Before it could recoil, she was out of there. She ran through the hall, her eyes flashing with panic. That was when she heard something going off on the main channel for the radio. "This is um, this is er, Jim- Jimmy Jam... Jameson. Jimmy Jameson. I just er, I just killed three people." Crap, so this is happening throughout the whole ship? Sierra wanted to scream, but she doubted making noises was going to help any. She continued to run, looking for a room that would be safe, she backtracked, and charged into 7B. It was clean, she had restocked it's snack bar, and she knew it was empty. When she got into 7B she turned the bolt, and locked the door. She turned on her headset and put the Mic up to her mouth. "This is Sierra, Jimmy you still out there? I'm locked up in 7B. Somethings wrong, this ship has gone to hell." Her voice came out scraggly in the radio, but she managed to get the message across. She would have to get out of here at some point, but before then she would need to find the others.

Stevie finished clearing out the room, when a crazy captain suddenly lept from the balcony of the next cabin over onto his balcony and ran into his room. With only a couple second to react, Stevie dropped his bag and swung as hard as he could with his MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE. With a lot of luck, the snowglobe part of his invention hits the side of the head of the captain, knocking it to the wall and down to the floor. The captain was bleeding, but the snowglobe was broken. "That oughta teach ya" Stevie taunted the captain. "UHuhuhuhhuhu." The Insane Captain was begin to stir again. Realizing his weapon was now useless, Stevie quickly reached for his bag. Trying to find something to get rid of this thing.

Jimmy listened to the man's footsteps as they traversed the bar, crunching nosily on broken glass. "COMEEEEEEEEEE OUT HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," the man screamed, losing himself to another fit of laughter. Jimmy closed his eyes. If he could stay quiet, maybe the man would go away, and he'd be okay. Then his radio crackled to life. It was Sierra - a cleaning maid he'd known since the Hippo's maiden voyage. He was immediately greatful that someone was still sane in this mess, and he didn't feel so alone anymore. Then his gut turned to liquid, as he realised the radio had done the fine job of giving away his position. He hadn't heard the man approach in all of his excitement, but he knew he was very close. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he almost felt the lunatic's eyes boring into the back of his skull. Jimmy looked up slowly, and saw the cut and bloodied wide eyed face of a young man staring back at him. "Hello," Jimmy said, trying to smile. "I'm not one of them. Please don't hurt me." The young man's grin widened to reveal teeth full of blood and possibly flesh. "Oh I wont hurt you," he said, snickering. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Jimmy moved just quick enough to avoid a stake knife going into his face, and rolled forwards. Standing up, he turned to see that his attacker had scaled the counter and was walking slowly towards him, slicing the air with his steak knife in a figure-of-eight motion. "Please man," Jimmy said, holding up his hands to show he was defenceless. "I haven't done anything. Why are you doing this?" "BECAUSE!" The man laughed. "BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE HEAVEN!" He broke into another laughing fit, doubling over to catch his breath. The door to the kitchen squeaked, and the crazy turned abruptly to see who had made the noise. Jimmy grabbed a nearby mop. That's right. A mop. Not the two dozen cooking instruments stacked neatly on the nearby wall and counter, but a mop. He swung his plastic and woollen Excalibur at the young man as hard as he could, and felt the weapon snap instantly upon impact. The young man recoiled, his head forced to one side, but if it hurt he didn't show it.

The Captain was crawling towards him, slowly rising. Stevie looked at his possible weapons then finally decide on the lamp. "AUAUuAGUgAU!" The Captain leaped at Stevie who prompty whacked the base of the lamp over the head of the Captain. Knocking him out. But to make sure he'd be safe, he took the loose wire from the lamp and wrapped it around the neck of the captain, then pulled with all his might. Captain Crazy indeed lifted his head to get breath, but was unable to remove Stevie from his back. After what felt like forever, the captain stopped and died. "About goddamn time." Stevie said. He put the lamp back in his sack. He then searched the body of the corpse for anything useful. Success! The Captain's Wallet not only had a spare $100 in it, but an Captain's Key Card, meaning that Stevie could unlock any parts of the ship......including the main control room. "Hmmmm" Stevie thought to himself, but before he could say anything, the Captain's Radio sparked, with some conversation by some girl named Sierra. He decided to pick it up. "Uh hello? This is Stevie, I'm being chased by a bunch of crazies, the captain just tried to kill me, and now I've got his radio. Anyone there?"

Bathroom. A freaking bathroom. Devon's eyes twitched sporadically as he stomped down, once more, on the enraged janitor's spine, hearing the bone chip and crack once more. Yet...the man underneath him wouldn't stop spitting, foaming, and yelling incoherent curse words; Devon was almost completely sure that this middle-aged man had Tourettes in his past life. Regardless, annoyed by the screaming, Devon finally grabbed the closest thing to him - a toilet plunger - and promptly slammed the rubbery end on the man's head. It did nothing. "Are you kidding me?" The hooded young man scowled, abruptly kicking the enraged man in the side, the powerful, yet lazy kick sending it's body flying against the dirty urinals nearby. Apparently he hadn't done a nice job. The kick and impact had finally broken the man's spine, however, so that was a good thing. He felt nothing from the kill; he had, after all, done some pretty similar things in his line of work. Whistling a low, ominous tune, Devon exited the bathroom, his hood and baseball cap shading his face from view.

Jimmy dropped the mop handle and reached for the curtain pole arcing towards him through the air. He didn't know who the pretty petite thing was, and right now, he didn't care. She'd bought him the two seconds his brain needed to kick itself into the correct gear. "Hey, fuck face," Jimmy grumbled, summoning up a killer instinct he didn't know he had. "It's about time you ate something long and hard!" Not the smoothest line to go in with. Jimmy went in swinging the curtain pole left and right, first smacking a wall mounted counter and dislodging it from its fixings, and then striking the lunatic across the face. The young man growled, and stumbled back a few paces. Jimmy didn't let up, and he swung a third time, hitting the lunatic's right shoulder and making an audible crack. Then the lunatic's left hand grabbed the curtain pole, and pulled it clean out of Jimmy's hands. "Fucked now, aren't ya?" the young man sneered, snapping his teeth in a rhythmic motion. "Bad boy, very bad boy. You made daddy's face bleed." Jimmy looked around for something to use, cursing his stupidity for letting his attacker so easily grab his weapon. His eyes caught the young woman's, who had been standing there rather useless the whole time, and he gave her a pleading glance.

"Hello? Helloooooo?!?" Stevie was speaking to the radio. While all the action on the ship was occuring, Stevie was still speaking to the radio while putting on the Captain's Suit. "This is gonna be my best investment yet" Stevie began thinking to himself. "With this captain's outfit and keycard, I can gain control of this ship, then I'll learn to drive it, and sail it New York and sell it to some crazy hipster who makes videogames and has way too much time and money on his hands. I'll be rich!....But first I gotta get out of here." "Anyone gonna answer this thing?" Stevie said into the walkie talkie.

As he opened the door to the bathroom, a buzzing noise garnered his attention. Devon rose an eyebrow, turning around and glaring at the buzzing form of the dead...angry man, or whatever it was. The janitor's walkie-talkie was buzzing, and then a crinkly, mildly cautious voice peeked through the speakers, asking if anyone was going to answer. He sure as Hell was. "Hey." He responded, pressing the button to the walkie-talkie's speaker. He sounded surprisingly bored and through with the entire situation, and his voice had an annoyed edge. "Who's this?"

The crazy turned, swinging the curtain pole at the woman. Jimmy saw his chance to have another whack at bringing the bastard down, and looked around for options. A knife was on the counter, but it was small, used for de-scaling fish. There was also an egg beater, hanging up on the wall next to him, but it was wooden and he was unsure if it'd get the job done. Then he saw the microwave. An industrial sized, professional cooking micro-oven of a beast. Jimmy used it to warm up the frozen food they had stored enmasse - Sheldon's Sushi Bar may have advertised fresh ingredients, but the reality was very different. Seizing the opportunity, he threw his shoulder into the back of the lunatic, causing the man to sprawl to the floor. Then, turning quickly, he grabbed the microwave - all 50 kilos of it - and held it over the crazy's head. "Say good night," Jimmy said smugly, admiring his rapid comment making improvements. He dropped the microwave, and it crushed the crazy's head into a wide reaching gory messy of skull shards and brain fragments. Jimmy stood for a few seconds, admiring the mess, and breathing heavily. Eventually, he came to notice the woman, and gave her a friendly nod. "Jimmy Jameson," he said, holding out his hand. "A real pleasure."

"I'm Stevie. I've been chased around by a bunch of crazy people. Captain Crazy slipped himself into the room I was in and tried to kill me. I'm one of the few people who aren't insane. Get me out of here! I'm in one of the first class cabins! "

"And why do I need to do that?" Devon asked, even as he kicked open the bathroom's door and began to head down the hall-way. He could hear the growls from different rooms, although most didn't bother him; you didn't really notice a young man in a zipped up black hoodie, jeans, boots, and dark baseball cap, with the hood up...he sorta just blended in until you really saw him, and then you got scared. Yeah. Regardless, Devon headed towards the first-class cabins, the walkie-talkie hooked to his belt.