Ismark let his gaze linger on the so called fancy blade in his hand as he listened to the others around him.  Bucren was right, he knew the way and it was obvious he should lead.  But the thought didn't thrill him.  As he shifted his paling knuckles around the handle of his sword he lifted his eyes over towards Xavier.  "I take it your good with that spear, probably better then I am with my sword."  He gave the burly outlander an appraising look over as if he was considering the man as a new guard for the manor.<br/><br/>His teeth ground together as looked towards the door and stepped towards it, stopping just along its side.  Practically in the same place that Pias had stood not so long ago.  In fact the gypsy lads blood laid in a stain of crimson upon the floorboards of the threshold of the Vine.  Ismark paid the ill omen little regard as he stood alongside the door as it buckled under the onslaught of the handful of zombies gathered just beyond it.  His bleary eyes wandered from window to window where the dead could be heard trying to scratch, claw, and rip their way in to get at the warm flesh they so desired to devour.<br/><br/>Finally he took a steadying deep breath as he began to unbolt and unfasten a few of the doors locks.  His eyes flicked over the group.  Mostly strangers stuck in a strange land, but he was glad that there were a few familiar faces mixed in with those assembled.  He bit his bottom lip hard in an effort to push himself as close to sobriety as he could as he looked upon Bucren.  "When I open the door I'm gonna step aside.  You put an arrow in the head of the first one you see."  He leveled his gaze then on Xavier.  "After that, you come in with your spear and drive em back.  Me and you will exit at the same time."<br/><br/>Then he looked towards the ladies as he placed his free hand on the heavy wooden beam that kept the door from being forced open.  "You lass's fall in behind us.  Aim for their heads, bash their fucking skulls in.  Once we're in the clear we make a run for it."  Ismark took a one last deep breath.  "Keep close, she might still be out there, hoping to catch one of us astray.  Now let's get the hell out of here."<br/><br/>Ismark lifted the beam away from the door and flung it open revealing the decomposed, bloated, and rotting visage of what must of once been a villager.  His eyes were all but sunken in, burned into blackness as the monstrosity he had become groaned out in hunger.  Other shapes shambled about in the fringes of the fog beyond the zombie, their moans and growls forming into an unintelligible chorus of horror.