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going to be a rescue on foot.
    Then, shiny relief came to Steve in the strangest of packages. He caught sight of a motor scooter out the corner of his eye. Leave it to a bunch of wuss ass lawyers not to have one biker among the group. But did the scooter really have to be pink? Steve hardly had time to quarrel with the color palette though. A scooter wasn't about to strike fear into any creatures heart, but it could navigate a minefield of abandoned cars clogging the streets at thirty-five miles an hour.
    Steve took to the side streets, trying to cut as many corners as possible in the twenty blocks that laid between him and the convention center. But soon Steve realized zombies weren't all he had to worry about.
    As he rounded the corner onto Liberty Way, it became hard picking out man from monster. Stores were looted, fires were set, crowds ran rampant. It was like the Skins had just won another championship.
    But if the apocalypse did anything, it was to show a persons true colors. Unlikely hero's were born while villains had shoot out's in the parking lot of Ammo 'R Us over who could steal the most uzi's. In a world overrun by the undead, the most horrific crimes were committed by the living. And sometimes the most surreal. Amidst the common folk fleeing for their lives, a pair of brain dead hooligans decided the best use of their energy wasn't saving the innocent, but snatching a big screen tv from a storefront. Because you couldn't watch the end of the world on any old tv.
    Steve got off Liberty Way in a hurry, as much to spare himself the view of humans behaving badly as to avoid becoming zombie munchies. It was amazing how the meaning of Steve's life became so clear just as human life was being annihilated. It wasn't about working overtime to make that extra buck at work or saving up for a new eco friendly washer dryer. It wasn't about fretting over how to the heating bill or getting psyched about the latest trendy Wine Bar opening down the block. It was about family, friends, and loved ones. Doing the right thing. Being the hero in the story of your life.
    And no amount of zombies were going to derail Steve.
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    Vanessa meanwhile lapsed into delusion as the zombie hordes were narrowly kept at bay. They say your life flashed before your eyes just before you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. But instead Vanessa was faced with the life unlived. The heartfelt words left unspoken. The dreams deferred. The potential unreached. All the things she wished she'd done with her life, but was too busy eeking out a career to accomplish. It was bad enough she'd spent so many nights pounding down triple espresso's at the Capitol cafeteria. The worst part was that her dreams would never be fulfilled. There would be no fairy tale wedding. No honeymoon. And definitely no picket fenced house in the suburbs.
    An Empire that took hundreds of years to build was toppled before lunch, and the rotten revolution was permanent. It made Vanessa realize how fragile life really was. How everything she knew about the world could be taken away in an instant. And how life would never be the same.
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    While Vanessa's headspace took up residence in the ethereal, Steve stayed squarely focused on grim reality. He darted towards the Capitol district, weaving in and out of the grid locked cars, mostly left stranded. He watched helplessly as innocent bystanders were devoured by the undead. It took all he had not to pull over and throw up.
    But the dystopia of DC was the least of Steve's worries. With the Capitol in sight, it became clear Steve couldn't just barge through the front doors like a knight in shining armor and make a rescue.
    Dozens of undead lobbyists more soulless than ever lined the steps leading up to the Capitol, forcing Steve to come to terms with getting so close, but still far away from Vanessa. But Steve wasn't about to just give up. There had to be a way. It couldn't be the end of his road. Still, the zombie hordes