As the zombies beat relentlessly on the door and windows, I whispered a short prayer to my guardian Angel, Isabella, to help us through this. Slicing my arm open to get to some blood, I drew the symbols she taught me, along with her name in Enochian.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked the freaked out girl. the sight of my blood seemed to make her more hysterical.

“I’m calling a friend that might know how to help,” i explain before I started the incantation. “If you want to help, take GI loverboy to the basement and grab the gas can, some rags, and the empty beer bottles.”

“Molotov cocktails,” said the boyfriend, approvingly.

I started chanting a placed my hand on the symbol, then hear a fluttering sound behind me. “I was coming any way and we don’t have much time. we need to get these people out of here now,” said the woman that now stood behind me.