As the storm threatened to break, a stroke of lightning flashed outside as a crack of thunder rattles the building. One of the waitresses screams as the owners wife falls over the counter, her eyes rolled back. Her husband shakes her trying to rouse her. A groan escapes her lips as she raises up, the sauntering recognizable to the party as the walk of an undead creature. She lunges towards the parties table, her hand outreaching, grasping for the paper in roses hand.

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The party has initiative as a group, the four of you can post actions.