The door bangs open with the force of someone slamming his entire body weight against it, and in stumbles a man, out of breath, disorientated, and spattered with blood head to toe.
Don't worry; none of it's his.
From the other side, the door led to a small bookshop shop with large windows. On the inside, it's a large bar, full of people. So sudden is the change of scenery that Shaun can't help but give pause as he stumbles gracelessly back to his feet.
"What?" he asks, all squeaky and out of breath.
And then there's the groaning behind him. Shaun spins round, realising that he'd left the door open. And now it's far too late to close it.
They followed him in, and there's nothing left for it now but to leg it.
"Oh, SHIT," he hisses as he runs through the bar, knocking over chairs and leaping over tables as he goes, making a line straight for the back door. Meanwhile, through the front door comes the shambling horde of the mobile dead. You might want to pick up a blunt object right about now. Or a gun. Someone might want to get that door shut as well.
[ooc: Zombies! mini-plot begins now. Short explanation: Treat it as a party post and kill some NPC zombies! Long explanation: See this post. Happy Halloween!
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