The doors had been shut and locked but one of the zombies had its upper body through the smashed window in the right hand door but lacked the physical agility to climb through it. The zombies behind it all jostled for the chance to stick their arms through every available gap. They swiped their decaying arms in the direction of Jordan and another of the St Andrews lot, Amy – a somewhat matronly figure before her time – both of whom had remained downstairs while the rest of us went in search of Kelly and the others. Those zombies that couldn’t fit, lined up outside the left hand door. They slammed their dried, crusty hands against the window. At the sight of even more fresh meat, the zombies went into a frenzy. They pounded their dead fists against the doors with a morbid urgency, shaking them in their frames. ‘Lucy, Josh and now Max and Cleo,’ began Amy, standing with her back a safe distance to the doors, her stocky figure providing a barrier between us and the zombies.
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