Let's All Go To The Pub!
She blows a stray lock of platinum blonde hair from her sweaty brow as she curses under her breath while trying to unlock the doors. That damn Rawk was supposed to WD-40 these locks last week, but hasn't done it yet! Finally the key turns and the musty smell of grime, mold, sweat, and God only knows what else, wafts through the open doorway. She props open both doors with cinder blocks in a sad attempt to air out a very large building that has no windows, fans, or even a ventilation system. She then tosses the keys on the bar and thoughtfully looks around, letting the feelings of nostalgia and anticipation wash over her. It's been so long it seems since the old girl (this is what Rawk calls the pub) has seen the light of day. Past echos of laughter, gun shots, zombie groans, silly banter, and metal tunes seem to emanate from the walls, floors and even the air of the pub. A storm brews just outside the doors and a few leaves blow in as a rumble of thunde...