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.