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clawing and banging forever. Against that kind of determination, the door will eventually break. And the more of them that show up, the faster their progress will be.”
    Greg shuddered.
    “We could easily make Molotov cocktails,” Nancy suggested, gesturing to the large cabinets filled with liquor.
    “You’re thinking,” Marshall told her, “but I can vouch for that not being the greatest idea. Did you happen to notice several buildings on fire across from your own when you were fleeing?”
    Nancy cringed and nodded.
    “Then I imagine you can see where I’m going with this,” he continued, a weary sigh on his lips. “A lot of those fires were started by people trying to fight back. Take it from me, it don’t work. At least, not fast enough. They just keep coming while they burn, you see, and they spread the fire to everything they touch in the process.”
    Nancy couldn’t help picturing a hoard of burning zombies shambling toward her, completely unaware that their bodies were engulfed in flame. The image chilled her to the bone.
    “Well,” she conceded. “We’ve got some large knives, and there are some pool cues out in the main lobby that could be sharpened to a point, but that’s about it, I think.”
    “Listen to you!” Terri-Lynn exclaimed suddenly. Nancy and the men jumped in surprise. “Talking about weapons and moving on when the food runs out!” She stood up with a slightly-drunken wobble and pointed an unsteady, accusatory finger. “You’re all insane! There’s no fighting those things! There’s no running! We’re all going to be torn limb from limb, or else we’re going to starve to death waiting for it!” To stress her defiant attitude, she hurled her almost-empty bottle of wine across the room where it shattered into thousands of sparkling pieces against the far wall.
    Greg cringed; the tiny sparkle of tears threatened at the corners of his eyes. Marshall frowned like a parent unsure how to deal with an unruly and unreasonable child. But Nancy’s blood pressure rose in a steady incline and her temper finally exploded. She strode meaningfully over to Terri-Lynn, hauled back, and cracked the other woman across the face as hard as she could. Terri-Lynn’s head reeled back for a moment before her hand flew to her cheek. She looked back at Nancy with shock in her eyes.
    “We could have left you behind, you know!” Nancy hissed. Her heart was pounding and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. “We could have left you behind on that fire escape, passed out and helpless, but we didn’t! Greg and I risked ourselves to haul your limp, useless body down from there and take you along with us! We dragged your stupid ass to safety while Marshall protected our backs, and this is the fucking thanks we get?!”
    A cool, shaking hand touched her shoulder and Nancy whipped around to face Greg. He was looking at her with wide eyes, and his head was shaking back and forth, just marginally. Nancy glanced back at Terri-Lynn, who had tears in her eyes, and pointed a concrete finger at her. “If you’re not going to be helpful, then keep your goddamned mouth shut!” she jeered before letting Greg lead her back to the other side of the room. Marshall waited there with a resigned face.
    Terri-Lynn slunk back down to the floor and curled up into a quietly sobbing ball. Nancy found that she didn’t feel even the least little bit guilty.
     
    Terri-Lynn said nothing for the rest of the day. A few times she was seen picking miserably at the plate of food Nancy had given her, but other than that she remained curled up in her corner, moping and nursing the welt growing on her cheek.
    Nancy, Greg, and Marshall spent several hours looking through every inch of the kitchen. Aside from the aforementioned knives, some cast-iron frying pans, and the half-hearted suggestion of broken liquor bottles, they were unable to gather any decent additional weaponry. Therefore, armed with one rifle with waning ammo,