Flint Ironwood, the inn.,,Oh, great. Who in the name of Nocturnal decided to give potions to a zombie?!" Flint shouted and jumped on a table. He tried to slash at the zombie for a couple of times but soon realized the futility of his attempt. With the potions, the zombie was almost as fast as he was, not to mention much stronger. And even if he did hit, it didn't bother the thing. After all, it was already death.
,,Ok, time for plan B." The Breton muttered while he jumped behind the bar and pulled out a few bottles of Flin.
,,Such a waste. Well, here goes." He threw the bottles at the zombie, drenching it and quite a large part of the room in the delicious, and flammable, Flin. One fireball later, and half the room was ablaze, with the zombie still trying to get him.
,,Oh, damn. Umm...FIRE!!! FIRE!!! GET OUT OF HERE!" Flint shouted as he ran upstairs and threw open all the doors he passed. Those that were locked proved to be unable to resist the might of his katana slicing through the lock. All this time, the zombie was still pursuing.
Once he reached the end of the corridor, Flint jumped through the window and landed in the snow outside.
(There, Flint pretty much singlehandedly destroyed the whole building.
Get out, everyone. As for what happened to the zombie, that's Maze's decision.)