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[sub][right]Interacting with: [@OptimusKel][@LemonZest1337][@Polaris North][/right][/sub]


 [color=gray]Upon entering, Jonathan noticed the panic within the restaurant. Majority of the customers and regulars stood out of their seat in fear, their chairs knocked over possibly due to quick fight or flight response. The layout of the place was not complicated. Limited to about five rooms, it was easy to see where the trouble stirred. Jonathan and everyone else entered the main room, which individuals dine at the tables for their food. 

	The other rooms consisted of the men and women's restrooms, a janitorial closet, and the kitchen. Out of the all the rooms, the dining area and kitchen ranked the biggest. All the people currently dining stood and stared at the kitchen doors; therefore, the scream probably came from there. Two doors meant for entering and leaving the kitchen happened to have small circular windows attached. Whatever remained behind the door could not be seen because of the grime. 

	One waitress burst through the door. Her breathing showed inconsistency, sweat dripped down her forehead and her hands shook rapidly. She dropped to her knees heavily and pointed back at the door. A visible bite mark on her arm dripped crimson liquid on the wooden floor. Veins around the area turned into a darker color. She tried to speak, but could barely make out her words. [color=gold]"Someone...came...brought...it."[/color]

	Some people looked at the door while others clearly noticed the bite mark. One person shouted and notified everyone she became infected with the virus. This caused all of the individuals inside to scream and argue amongst themselves. People contemplated leaving or going into the kitchen. Some even suggested killing the waitress right now. The restaurant certainly made a lot more noise than before and probably brought more attention. Throughout the argument, one of the kitchen doors swung open to reveal a completely infected individual. 

	The zombie walked sluggishly while moaning. He approached the woman on the floor and delivered a swipe to her face. Skin shred from her cheek, screaming as she got knocked over. The zombie ignored her and headed towards the other customers. Everyone proceeded to run into the furniture; they yelled out loud and frantically went to the exit.      [/color]


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[color=gold] The man gave Olive a confused look. He glanced at the sheriff who began heading to the wall's outpost. Stepping back, he started to stretch the collar of his shirt. [color=gray]"I can't make that decision. I just started to get on the captain's good side,"[/color] he looked back to see if the captain was listening.

	He stared at the girl once more. [color=gray]"Please just listen and let me do my job,"[/color] he pleaded. His focus became interrupted when he started to hear a commotion in the center of town. He could sense trouble brewing. Screams were fading out.

[color=gray]"Look. Come with me and help me figure this shit out. I'll put a good word to the Nunchucks."[/color] He shook his head to the side and didn't move until he received an understanding from the woman. Some soldiers began to move to the area.[/color]

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	[b][color=cadetblue]"Yooooo,"[/color][/b] Martin entered the restaurant just in time to see the horror unfold. He could not believe his eyes. Inside Pallet Town, a zombie rarely found itself inside. The boy barely had time to think. He looked around his surroundings for a tool or weapon. He wished he brought his radioactive means of attack, but he left it at his quarters. 

	Martin kept observing the area when the crowd of people began pushing him [b][color=cadetblue]"Whoa! Watch it! I'm trying to help!"[/color][/b] He became slightly useless and immobile by the fleeing individuals. He tried to get someone's attention. [b][color=cadetblue]"Someone stop that zombie!"[/color][/b]

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