I grab a pistol we had stashed on a desk and raised it, while Jess hefted her rifle. The screams and howls of the zombies below was cut out by the clatter of hands and feet clambering up the wall. Without any resistance, they ripped a whole section of the wall out and poured through. Jess fired her rifle, bullets smashing their bodies into pieces, and blasting them back out of the hole. I fired, merely adding insult to injury compared to Jess.

It was at that point that we realised that the zombies weren’t the only problem. Beneath the roar of the guns, we heard the crackle of fire and saw the smoke begin to billow under the door.

Jess threw her now empty rifle with a scream of fury and pulled an antique sword off the wall, swinging it wildly. As she cut a swath through the zombies, it actually seemed like they were lessening. A scream came from below, and the last few jumped from the hole back to ground. I ran forwards, seeing the zombies cluster below, while flames poured out the window.

“We’re screwed”