Inside is bleak and cluttered and filthy, the noxious scent of food left to rot hitting the nostrils full on, mixed with a coppery tang that can only be blood.  There are no beasties in sight, but there is the sound of static and white noise coming from one of the booths.<br/><br/>Something moves further back in the restaurant, motion if not form visible through the negative spaces left by rusted and dusty chrome and battered plastic.