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Jack gets up. He starts his baking. In today's batch of baked goods are five loaves of bread, some pastries and, best of all, a cake. It was his birthday cake. Jack finishes the bread, and soon the cake is done. He frosts it. Now it is, without a doubt, done.
Without anything else to do, Jack goes outside. Maybe his father was back at
the Inn, or arriving there soon. Jack begins to walk.
When he is almost there, Mike runs out. He shouts, "Jack! Come immediately!" and runs back in. Jack begins to run as well.
When he gets inside, his father is laying on the cot. He is a shade of grey. He is almost a zombie.
Something grabs Jack's shoulders. He whips around and realises it is Claire, the Innkeeper. "Jack. There is still time to save him. He was only brought here minutes ago by Owen. I know that you want to stay here, but I need you to go
with Mike and find some Zombie Mushrooms. We need them to save your father. You have six hours before it takes him over. Now go."
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Wow. That seems a lot shorter than it originally was. Whatever. Please give feedback.