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were overwhelming. Then, like a beacon on a dark night, Steve saw a sign for the Capitol buildings service entrance.
    He zoomed around the bend, looking to make a back door rescue. It was quiet, just a few stray zombie security guards. Steve held out the golf club and plowed full speed ahead on the scooter, lancing the undead stiffs like a jouster in medieval Europe. But the zombie security guards provided an added bonus. They were equipped with guns and tasers they had no use for.
    Not to mention the service entrance had nifty handicapped access which allowed Steve to keep pursuing the rescue on scooter. Steve sped through the corridors of the Capitols basement and onto an elevator.
    He caught his breath on the two floor ride up to the Senate floor, bracing himself for the worst. But as the elevator doors opened, Steve found the zombie traffic to be lighter than he expected. And looking out at the lobby, he realized why.
    After all the struggle, the hard work, the pain in getting to the Capitol, he was finally a few feet away from Vanessa. He could see her curled into a ball behind the gift shop gate. She was praying, rocking back and forth, and trembling.
    But close as Steve was, he might as well have been halfway across the country. Hordes of zombiefied Senators, Congressmen, and lunch ladies stood between him and a rescue. Steve wanted to just dash over to Vanessa, but the zombies would tear him limb from limb before he made it even halfway across the lobby.
    Still, was it really going to end like that? Traveling so far, having risked his life for nothing. Watching helplessly as the hordes beat down the gate.
    No. Steve wasn't about to go down without a fight. But he wanted to make sure the fight was fair. The zombies had strength in numbers, but Steve had what the undead wanted--brains.
    Noticing how the zombies had migrated towards Vanessa's fresh meat, he realized the Senate floor was left empty. But it wouldn't stay that way for long.
    Steve took a deep breath, then laid down the horn on the motor scooter, drawing attention away from Vanessa.
    Rousted from her delirium, Vanessa saw her fiancé inviting danger. At first, she sprang to her feet with pure joy of seeing Steve alive again--until she saw the undead shuffling towards him for the kill. But it was all part of Steve's plan.
    "That's right ugliest, come and get me," Steve yelled, baiting the zombies on. And the undead obliged, flocking at once like mindless sheep.
    "Steve, what are you doing?" Vanessa exclaimed, panicked.
    "Saving your life. Just be ready when I come back around," Steve insisted.
    Vanessa furrowed her brow, confused.
    Steve waited until the last moment possible, letting the zombies get uncomfortably close. He then put the pedal to the metal and made a bee line for the Senate floor. Like lemmings, the zombies mindlessly followed en masse, leaving Vanessa safe and alone.
    Steve tore through the Senate floor on his scooter, then waited until the undead masses joined him before veering to the back exit. And like that, the first meeting of the new zombie congress was in session, but it would be in closed quarters.
    The problem with zombies was how brain dead they were. Once the undead were all wrangled into the Senate's Chambers, Steve snuck out the back exit, closed the door, then whipped around to the front entrance and did the same. The zombies were trapped like sardines, left without an escape route.
    Steve sped around to the gift shop, where he lifted the gate, and was reunited with his fiancé.
    Vanessa looked on, mouth agape. "You did it. You really did it."
    Vanessa threw her arms around Steve, holding him like she never wanted to let go.
    "I always keep my promises," Steve insisted. "Besides, I'd die for you."
    "I'm just so happy to see you alive," Vanessa remarked, nearly bursting into tears."
    Steve pulled Vanessa in tight and made up for lost kissing. As the harried couple rekindled, the apocalypse around them faded away, at least for a