15
I’m exhausted beyond belief.
We’ve been pressed up against the door for about half an hour. Most of the hammering has been replaced with faint scratching on the door, and a few weak groans.
I think the majority of Necs have moved on. Right now, silence seems to be our only weapon.
I glance over at the old couple. Adriana is still sitting by her husband’s side, her head resting on his shoulder. Ted’s bloodshot eyes are half open; I can still hear his heavy wheeze as his lungs struggle with every breath. Don’t know how much longer he’s got. But at least he’s tied down.
“So what the f**k happened to Ginge?” Jonny asks. “Is he dead?”
Nodding, I fight hard not to cry, straining to keep my chin from quivering. “When we got into the kitchen, Ginge stuck his head outside to shout for help
