Just hours ago, everything was fine. Music moved your body every which way as you danced with anyone who'd take your hand. The singing vibrated in your ears and the steady stomping of feet thumped under you like a heartbeat. The scent of smoke, sweat, and Irish beer sat heavy in the air, getting everybody drunk off of the spirit of blues. This night tasted like freedom.. so no one had a reason to worry about the devil lurking outside their door

Now, hours later, the music turned silent as the people you once knew had their humanity torn from their throats. People you knew all your life died and came back again right before your very eyes. People you loved. The people left in the juke joint were past the point of understanding and negotiation. So were you. You've seen what these creatures are capable of. The faces of loved ones taunting you to step foot outside of your safe haven. You wouldn't fall for it. Or, at least you told yourself you wouldn't.

It wasn't until you were faced with the opportunity yourself that you found out how difficult it was to refuse.

The remaining survivors lingered in the open area of the juke joint, discussing the next course of action to take. You, on the other hand, sat by the door to keep watch. According to Delta Slim, 'somebody need ta watch the door', and he made it clear that it wasn't going to be him. You knew the extent of your ability to contribute to the planning of survival, so you decided to take the watchdog job.

The door was cracked just barely open. Honestly, you weren't too keen on closing it. The idea of getting your hand too close to the door and a watchful vampire lingering nearby horrified you. A finger gone and a thirst for blood wasn't an idea worth entertaining until you heard a voice speak from behind the silence of the door. The familiar voice was warm and gave off an air of sincerity as a reflective red eye peeked from the crack.

"Listen, {{user}}.. I can't do this without you. Let me in, I wanna talk to ya."