Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

John gave Lana a look. "The place is deserted and there are dead bodies scattered all over the club. Sue me for freaking out." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Megan shook her head. "It could be a prank or something. Let's just... get out of here for now."

Lana rolled her eyes at John. "I should..." she trailed off, deciding not say what she wanted to. "I need to get to the restaurant and make sure everything's in order," she said and started walking in the direction of her restaurant.

John sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Might as well follow her," he said and followed her, shaking his head as he looked around the street.

"People are dead and she's worried about her damn restaurant..." John started to grumble as he followed her. Megan was being Lana, quietly following the woman, looking around every street they went by. She bit her lip when she saw the restaurant. It was pretty much destroyed like every other place in the street.

"Well damn." Johnny blinked.

When Lana saw her restaurant, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at it. She didn't react, or move, or do anything besides stare at the building, now destroyed.

Cena sighed softly. He thought things would be bad, but not this bad. "Lana," he said and stepped forward, putting a hand on her shoulder. She still made no movement.