Devon threw the radio onto the table and rushed toward the back door as Andy cried out again.
“There are more back here than we thought. They pushed the nails right out of the wall. The whole door frame is falling apart!”
Damn cheap ass house, Devon was already thinking before he reached the man. Turning the corner, he saw Andy holding a horde of the flesh eaters back, by keeping the dislodged door between himself and them.
Two thoughts tore through Devon’s mind. Andy is in a shitload of trouble and there is no way in hell we’ll ever be able to reattach that back door.
Devon could see Andy had passed into a pure panic mode, but quickly yelled the man’s way. “Andy, fall back to the kitchen and lodge the door sideways.”
Andy retreated, but Devon couldn’t be sure the man understood what he asked, so he raced forward, while drawing one of the large steak knives he had stashed in his back pocket. A big zombie’s face loomed around the side of the dislodged door. Devon took careful aim and stabbed it through the eye. It fell back tripping up some of the others. He repeated the process when a black man’s face came into view around the other side.
Using his free hand, he drew Andy back. “Wedge the door. It will slow them down enough for us to retreat.”
While he helped Andy move the door sideways, a young female was pushed over the lowered door. With a growl she grabbed Andy’s dreadlocks and drew in for a bite.
Andy fell back screaming as a fountain of red erupted from his shoulder.
Devon stabbed the woman in the mouth and left his knife there. After insuring that the press of madmen kept the door pinned to either side of the kitchen doorway, he pushed Andy back toward the front of the house.
“Everyone get into our bedroom,” he yelled, as he snatched up his bat. Looking back, he saw the first two blood covered freaks toppling over the pinned door. Once he was sure the two women were in the bedroom, he slammed the door shut and then pushed the wide dresser in front of it.
It only took ten more seconds for the first fist to pound against it.
Once Devon was sure it remained secure, he hurried over to where Nicole had already begun to help Andy. Blood poured from his shoulder and Devon turned to his transfixed wife. “Go into the bathroom and get the first aid kit.”
“But that body’s in there.”
“There will be a new body in here soon. Do it!”
She hurried to comply.
It took another five minutes, during which, the sounds of banging grew, but they were able to get Andy’s wound under control. Devon addressed Nicole as Andy just groaned in pain. “Keep direct pressure on it for a while and we’ll check on it in ten minutes, okay?”
She just nodded.
Tracy had her hands on her hips. “So what are we going to do? Not much else we can retreat back into now and those things are going to ruin everything in our whole house.”
“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” Nicole cried. “My boyfriend could be dying and you’re worried about your possessions.”
“Look, bitch. This is my house. For all I know your boyfriend is infected. The fact we don’t throw you off the roof is a lesson in tolerance that-”
“Wait,” Devon said. “The roof. Good idea.”
“What?” She asked.
“If we can get onto the roof, I could distract them all into the back yard and we might have a chance to escape.”
“You’re out of your mind,” his wife said.
“Maybe, but the real thing we’re out of are options. No help me move the table into the closet.”
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