The Elbow Room

A slivers of sunlight broke suddenly into the room. Accompanying it were the sounds of splintering wood and feeding groans. Everyone in the room could hear claws that seemed to slowly gouge large chunks from the wood like nails eviscerating a chalkboard. From a single speck in the barricades grew an everwidening hole. It was the size of a dime. The size of a silver dollar. Newly now it was a blinding circle of daylight large as a hubcap. Outside everything was quiet. Not a creature stirred. Indoors, it was the same as every eye was riveted to the new and different event. A pale face appeared but it wasnt as pallid as zombie features. It was smooth fresh and vital. The face scowled into the room looking directly at don vito. "Abandon your technology, immortality can only come from magic."
She licked her lips while she surveyed the room and noticed the humans were very overdressed. She smirked. The subservient would know their place. They would come naked and clean to her. The picturesque portrait vanished from the portal of pallidity and the suns glow warmed the tavern floor once more. The portal of her pallidity was filled now with grey hands raw from festered infection. The nails were missing on some of them. Flesh fell in bitesize morselfs to the tavern floor. Pieces of the door and barricades came away quickly with the strength of undead fingers. The Zombie Mistress waited.