Before Michelle can offer a response, there's a tremendous banging at the door. You jump, but Michelle only sighs theatrically, pushing herself up off the bed with an exasperated air.
"Speaking of which, it sounds like the store's open." She hesitates, glancing at you partway towards the door. "If I was you, I'd stay quiet. Last thing we need is another fun encounter." She turns towards the door, but before she can step closer, it's thrown open, the heavy wood swinging violently aside to slam into the wall.
A giant shape steps through the doorway and right up to the zombie, towering over her by at least two feet.
"You call it whiskey, what you sell me?" the shape snarls. "I would not use it to wash my face with, and you would take my money for it?"
Michelle opens her mouth to reply, but before she can say a word, a monstrous hand takes her by the throat, lifting her off the floor with no apparent effort.
"I will take my money back, little dead girl," the figure growls, "or I will take the parts of you that you need to work, you understand me?"
He doesn't appear to have noticed you yet, which gives you an opportunity. But what will you do?