Chapter 19: Eye of the Storm
Thinking fast, Simon rushed across the room and brained the two that were trying to struggle their way through the gap in the boards. They just flopped there, like the world’s most disgusting cork, and their dead weight mostly kept the rest of them from coming through. He looked around and grabbed the closest trestle table, knocking it over to make a crude barrier. Then he started shoving it towards the breach.
It was heavier than it looked, though, and moved slowly. By the time he was halfway there he had to take a break, pick up his mace, and go for the new one that was trying to climb its way over the top of the other two lifeless corpses who had already breached the window.
“Can I get a little help over here,” he called out in annoyance as he smashed the latest corpse three times before it finally stopped twitching. Though, at least it seemed like none of the other boards were breaking under the strain, so if he could block this gap off it would probably hold for a while.
“Yeah. Right,” the woman said, finally stirring herself to action as she finally did something besides pointing her knife at anything that moved. She joined Simon as he put his back into it, and seconds later the table slammed against the wall, crushing the zombie corpses with a wet crunch.
Simon stretched and took a look around the room after that. Looking for any other threats and finding none. The common room was completely trashed obviously, and a few dead bodies lay amongst the toppled tables and scattered crockery, but most of the furniture had been piled messily to block the front door.
“Not exactly the place to grab a pint and wait for this all to blow over, is it?” Simon asked with a laugh, but when he turned around to face the dark haired girl, she was just looking blankly at her hands, and the wall of dead just outside the window. It was the first time Simon noticed that she was splattered with blood.
“You okay over there, sole survivor? You get bit or anything?” Simon asked.
“No, I - it’s not mine. It’s Brenna… she just… and then I-I—” the girl started crying then. She’d obviously had to do something terrible to survive this long, but Simon wasn’t terribly interested. Her tears were making him uncomfortable.
While she started to sob, he turned around to give her some privacy and started searching the first floor of this building. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for. More zombies? The next floor? Something to eat? It didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was giving his mystery girl a chance to calm down, so he could find out what had happened.