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The front door opens.
The bag from the shop on the corner, with a small loaf of bread, a jar of marmalade, and a bottle of not-terribly-expensive wine, hangs from her left hand.
The sudden change of venue from 'small Parisian apartment building' to 'rather large, ornate, zombie-filled hotel' doesn't faze her as much as it should.
The staser shot to the face fazes the closest zombie quite a bit.
The bag from the shop on the corner, with a small loaf of bread, a jar of marmalade, and a bottle of not-terribly-expensive wine, hangs from her left hand.
The sudden change of venue from 'small Parisian apartment building' to 'rather large, ornate, zombie-filled hotel' doesn't faze her as much as it should.
The staser shot to the face fazes the closest zombie quite a bit.