Max's head was still spinning when the first set of clicker fingernails scraped down the corrugated metal next to his head. Over all the screaming, crying, and gunfire, you wouldn't think a person would be able to hear such a sound, but it tore through his eardrums like an alarm clock on a Sunday morning.
It was time. No, in fact, time was up. The clickers had reached the wall. The Brotherhood had them pinned down. They couldn't raise their heads for a second for fear of receiving a bullet between the eyes. They couldn't push either back from down here. Their offensive plan was over, which left one option for Max and his Novus survivors. Defend for their lives.
"s**t!" He roared above the sounds of apocalyptic nature. He needed that. "Rodney! Get word up to the balcony, tell them to lay
