Escape from Zombie Park Island

[PointMaid]

You find yourself in the evening on a tropical beach with two wooden cabins nearby. The sun is about to go down. There are tiki torches lighting the area and picnic tables laden with food. A sign says "Base Camp. Welcome to Zombie Park!" A young woman in a tank top and cutoff jeans, wearing hiking boots, glasses, and shark-tooth earrings, greets you. She's strangely pale and has a scar on her cheek. Her tone is jovial, but businesslike.

Welcome, again! I'm so glad you're, ah, willing to be a part of the important work the park is doing! We're rescuing species from extinction. Would you want a world without skies full of passenger pigeons? Giant sloths and diatrymas roaming the countryside? Of course not! We can and have brought them back to the world. Of course, sometimes the world isn't ready for them and we can't provide a habitat that they can survive in… but we have a solution to that! Some people call it a zombie virus, I just say it works. By now, you should have gotten your orientation packets. Five of you have special roles. As a reminder, those are:

The Medic: May tend one person each night and make sure they don't turn into a zombie.
The Animal Whisperer: +1 to actions dealing with animals
The Orator: Gets an extra vote when voting off zombies or not
The Techie: +1 to actions requiring technological knowledge
The rest of you are Trainees.

I've put together a luau for you all. We have barbecue, drinks, sides, music! Please, I want you to enjoy this first evening here! Mingle, dance, eat, sing!