Below the risers were at least a dozen rotting, half-eaten corpses. They were of various sizes; adults and children alike. Whatever had happened at this church, they didn’t want to know. The door they faced was wooden, degraded, and dry-rotted. Even so, the lock was secure on the other side. There was no picking it, or bashing it. They would have to find another way through. Fortunately, the wooden planks that made up the door itself were in no condition to withstand the intentions of a couple of sociopaths. Dan turned to the side, feeling for weak spots in the planks. With a grunt, he shouldered against it as hard as he could, hearing the wood splinter with his weight. He grinned. “Help me bash this fucker down,” he said. Drew stepped up, standing beside him. On the count of three, they bashed together. The door cracked under their weight, and buckled in the center. “Again,”
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