Pastry Stout Variant – with Vanilla and Coconut

Beneath the moon's baleful glow, you sprint down empty streets, desperate for an escape. Predatory shapes dart behind you, pale faces leering from darkened doorways. Is that merely a shadow? Or something more sinister? Adrenaline pounding in your ears, you sense primal hunger surrounding you. The things that were once human seem to be herding you, savouring your dread as they close in.