The young women, in particular, look useless in their exhaustion: Chrissy and Chloe have slumped against each other like a couple of drunken sorority sisters. Except that their clothes and skin are blotched and swiped with dried blood. “All right, folks,” Joel calls from the foot of an open stairwell leading up to the second floor, “we have a fairly secure perimeter, as long as those things can’t break through the heavy glass of these windows. I’m pretty sure they can’t, but then again, they’ve surprised me more than a few times already.” There’s a murmur of dismal consent across the lobby. “We’ve completely blocked the three smaller entrances to this building—a smaller door to the south and two employee doors to the west. Ain’t nothing getting through those. Thanks guys.” He nods to two men to his left—the young man he noticed earlier, as well as the black-haired man, who looks like a heart-attack candidate, sweaty and heavy.
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