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The thought of these children, under the same roof as two Necs makes me almost sick to my stomach. This should never have happened. Someone should have got them out this morning. They should be safe and sound, away from this s**t-hole, away from all the infection. Not decapitating b****y Necs in their own garden.
“Is the door sealed off?” I ask by the kitchen door, listening out for groans, signs of movement.
“Yeah,” Amelia replies, standing next to me, with her brother by her side, holding her hand. “It’s locked from the inside.”
“A lock?”
“Yeah. Juliet had one put in last summer after Josh broke one of her ornaments.”
“It was an accident!” Josh snaps. Amelia shushes him, and he frowns hard at her.
“How is the door locked from the inside?” I ask, frowning in confusion.
“Juliet
