Indoors, Will moves around our shambles of a home, barking instructions at uniforms and sweepers. An ambulance blue-flashes into the drive. Another Mee-Maws in behind it.
Mee-MawsThe kitchen door and frame are pretty much a write-off. The architrave lies scattered and split over the floor, ripped from the walls. The panelled timbers, only ever lightweight, interior grade to begin with, have been… well… dismantled. Splinters of wood, indented with bite marks, scraped and scratched, coated in slaver and blood, lie scattered across the kitchen floor and into the hall.
A lone doorknob rolls over the hall tiles. Its partner from the inside of the door lies on the kitchen tiles propped at an angle on the connecting shaft.
Michael stands over the debris, toeing at what was once a door frame. “
