Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 8, 2007 2:00:24 GMT -5
Melody emerges from the kitchen, a stack of boards balanced pecariously in her arms. Carrying them over, she dumps them near the splintered barricades covering the front door.
"Back's secure, they don't usually try both entrances, but you never can tell."
She drops a canvas bag full of thick nails to the floor, and tugs the hammer from its resting place tucked into the knot of her shirt.
"Personally, I think shootin' 'em is overrated. They just get back up again. Plus, you know, ick."
She tugs off the few hanging pieces of board from the area nearest the floor, kneeling to replace them with new lumber. "Pretty wild out there tonight, maybe we ought to have someone keepin' watch at the door. Or shut the inside gates."
A grey and blood-flecked hand slides through the gap; she takes a well-aimed crack with the hammer and smashes it flat.
"Just goes to show- you're never safe, not for a minute. What a rush."
"Do you guys think these things are getting smarter?"
"Back's secure, they don't usually try both entrances, but you never can tell."
She drops a canvas bag full of thick nails to the floor, and tugs the hammer from its resting place tucked into the knot of her shirt.
"Personally, I think shootin' 'em is overrated. They just get back up again. Plus, you know, ick."
She tugs off the few hanging pieces of board from the area nearest the floor, kneeling to replace them with new lumber. "Pretty wild out there tonight, maybe we ought to have someone keepin' watch at the door. Or shut the inside gates."
A grey and blood-flecked hand slides through the gap; she takes a well-aimed crack with the hammer and smashes it flat.
"Just goes to show- you're never safe, not for a minute. What a rush."
"Do you guys think these things are getting smarter?"
