I am at a really fancy and professional party and I enter halfway through the door with jeans and a plaid (light) jacket. My eyes widen and I back away. I end up in an empty room for makeup and stuff and I take a gray eyeliner and line over the top of my eyes. The wing is short, stubby, but also really nice. I get the ink in my eyes and it stays there. Someone comes barging in and they say that the party has been divided. Scene switches to being on the boat and people are fighting and being thrown overboard. People are fighting over the division and concept of living and dead or zombie and human.