Within a few minutes he'd be up on the roof and Tosha hoped she'd be long gone or at least have a good enough lead. "If you want to live and protect your little girl, I suggest you find every shirt, towel, rope and piece of cloth to tie together and help us escape down the side of the building," Tosha said. The wife looked like she was going to protest but her husband jumped in, pulling a bundle of blankets from a box. "Will these work?" he asked with fear in his eyes as the zombie began punching the hatch harder. "It will have to. Tie the ends together. We'll need at least twenty feet to get down. Wrap the towels to the middle so we have something to grip on the way down and to make it stronger," Tosha said, making it up as she went along. Right now they were running out of time. They worked in silence and all four got into the rhythm of tying everything together. Tosha walked with the end of the makeshift rope to the only place on the roof nearby she could see to tie off on, even though she was hesitant.
