A loud clap echoed through the room, as Reign's palms slapped together in great pleasure of the main event culminating. "Follow me." Reign motioned, walking to a side door that led to a barn. The room was emptied of any animals and only had a few small tractors and a whole storage until of weapons, gardening tools, chainsaws, and every sharp killing object known to man filling it's space. "Zombie turkeys have eaten all of our cute and cuddly friends. They'll most likely turn on us next. We<em>did</em>eat some of their relatives during holiday break." She picked up her flamethrower, and strapped it on to her body, continuing. "Keys are in the machines for whom ever wants to put distance between themselves and the fowl. For the rest-just don't get bit." Her brows lifted, implying that it was an easy feat to avoid. While it really wasn't. Before the doors were opened to the turkey fields, Reign awaited the guests' preparations. Feeling like the night was turning into a Quentin Tarantino movie. That was just fine with her.