Chapter NineA steady, rhythmic thumping woke the bedraggled group the next morning. Rebecca startled violently, jerking into a crouch, wide eyes searching frantically for the source. Her eyes fell on Seth, who was camped in an office chair, coffee cup permanently fixed to his hand. His asp twitched where it lay in a tight fist across his knees. His eyes remained fixed on the security door they had shut the previous day.
‘They’ve been at it for a while. I think the noise and accumulated smell finally tipped them off.’
Three blurred figures were pressed against the glass, body parts smacking into the door. The glass had been completely obscured in places by a gory red.
‘Can they get in?’ she asked.
Seth shook his head, turning to face her for the first time that morning. ‘Not this many,
