The party catches the three undead by storm, they never stood a chance.  First Ebron’s shield slams into the skeleton, shattering its ribs and breaking a shoulder bone, whilst Stella, Keely and Melisandra pelt one of the zombies with knives, fire and lightning, which quickly falls, and Lydia’s whip lashes out, sending the last zombie tumbling. The splash from the bombs ends the fragile skeleton, whilst Ebron and Kiera surge down upon the fallen zombie, pinning the abomination to the road and holding it there as it hopelessly claws at their metal clad feet. A second volley of lightning and steel quickly finish it off, returning it to the peace it deserves, a corpse unmoving.<br/><br/>A pair of eyes, alert and fearful, peers out from behind the partially dismantled barricade, “You...you slew them. Oh thank the fates! Can, can you help them?” an older woman, shacking with fatigue and fear, clambers out over a broken bookcase. In her hand she grips a sharpened stick, dull with rotten blood. She tried her best to fight, but such a primitive weapon with her strength behind it would have barely scratched the shambling corpses. You follow her shaking arm as she points and see that another barricade has already fallen, as undead swarm around a building, the tavern. For now they are held back, the door holds and though the window is broken the clumsy abominations struggle to scramble through, and the terrified occupants have balanced and wedged a table in place to hold them back.<br/><br/>At the opposite side of the square, next to the village well, a figure in armour fights three zombies. They wield a sword and heavy steel shield and wield it well, keeping the monsters back with quick shoves, whilst swinging the blade in wide, slashing strikes, exploiting their opponent’s slow speed to inflict deep wounds in a style that would be impractical against a faster, human opponent. However, one of the zombies is different. Smaller, its frame slighter, the skin shrivelled, as if it were dry. It also moves much quicker than the other zombies you have encounter so far, and if its fists against the metal armour are any indication; it strikes a good deal harder too.<br/><br/>There is little time to choose and yet each incident seems to require your immediate aid. Swiftly and efficiently, you split yourself into two groups: Keely, Stela led by Kiera whilst Lydia, Melisandra and Ebron form the second group. There is just enough time to quickly agree who goes where, then you must dash, it seems you got here just in time. Behind you, the old woman flees the overrun square, down the abandoned, fog choked streets.<br/><br/>OOC: Whether you choose to go to the tavern or the figure by the well, everyone roll initiative.