The creature squirmed and mewled before is spasmed and stopped moving. It was clear it was dead -- if it ever were really alive in the first place -- and in a moment it began to quickly decompose, the fetid tissues of the monstrous creature swiftly crumbling and liquifying until there was little left but an oily black slick on the tile floor. The smell only worsened.
"First vampires, now this shit?" Annie muttered to herself. She had backed up until she stood with the others in a small huddle. The clatter of metal and tile sounded from the kitchen, along with growls and squeals that seemed to echo throughout the nearly empty restaurant.
Annie glanced at the others, face firm with resolve. "I don't think we're done here," she said. She flipped another nearby chair and stumped on the cheap wooden seat until she was able to break it, disengaging one of the heavy metal legs. Today would of course be one of the few times she had left home without her service weapon; it was locked away in the gun safe in her bedroom closet. Her focus was on putting together a makeshift weapon, not even realizing that she had broken and bloodied two of her toes in trying to free the chair leg.
A cacophony of angry squeals and howls came from the kitchen area. "If you want to run, now's the time to do it. Otherwise, well..." Annie trailed off, and nodded to the kitchen.