“This is insane!” Clara shouted as she struggled with two others to hold the door closed.
On the other side of the door, three people shoved and pushed, growling and snarling as they desperately tried to open it.
“We need something to block the door!” Clara shouted. “We’ll never be able to keep them out ourselves!”
She looked around the room.
“What about this?” Nessa called to her, standing beside a bookcase. “We can knock it over and use it like a blockade.”
“It’s better than nothing,” Clara sighed, knowing it wasn’t heavy enough to keep the crazy ones out for long.
She looked back at the three people huddled together on the floor. Each of them had injuries that made it difficult for them to help hold the door shut.
“Sam!” she shouted.
The man who had an injury to his forearm looked back at her.
