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of plants, tree saplings, crates of bags stuffed with an array of colored rocks and mulch, and every type of yard fencing imaginable.
    “Start grabbing those bags,” he ordered, trying to motion with his head.
    Jake and Alicen worked together, while the woman dragged a bag alone. The trio’s strength was not up to the heavy lifting and there was only a stack of four against the door when the blow came. The shock radiated through Chris and rattled his bones. He managed to absorb most of the initial hit and kept the door closed. The following assault cracked the door a few inches and several fingers slid through the opening. A smell of week old meat left out in the sun hit Chris square in the face. He forced his weight forward and sliced off the festering digits as the door slammed closed.
    “Hurry .”
    The trio threw bags of rocks with everything they had, following it up with the mulch, and anything else they could get their hands on. The deed was done and Chris was left pushing up against a pile of quality gardening material taller than him. The tower appeared to weigh enough to give them some time, but he stepped back, knowing it would not hold for long. The mountain shook from a constant assault on the door. He gathered his group together in the center of the fenced in space.
    “Nice to meet you,” Chris said with a well placed grin.
    The woman offered an awkward nod. “You have a plan on how we’re going to get out of here?” she asked.
    “A plan?” His grin faded. “Honey, I’m making this up as I go.” The kids looked up at him with wild eyes. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said.
    “Hi , Chris,” the kids replied in unison.
    “You guys know each other?” the woman asked.
    Chris nodded as his eyes worked along the top of the fence. He settled on the rear of the building. “It’s a long story,” he said as he turned and started to move. “We can go over it later.” He reached the wall as a sudden burst hit the back door and the top of the mountain of rock bags fell over. “…assuming there is a later, come on.”
    Chris leapt up and grab bed the bottom rung of a maintenance ladder several feet off the ground, and then pulled himself up. Another hit against the door caused the kids to run with the woman close behind. Chris grabbed hold of the ladder with one hand and leaned down, stretching out as far as he could with the other hand.
    “Move it .”
    Alicen was the first to go. The woman grabbed her at the waist and lifted straight up. She struggled with the weight, but managed to hold still. Chris took hold of the little girl’s fingers as another push at the door sent the top half of the bags down on to the pavement. The door cracked open and a wave of guttural howls poured out through the opening. Chris lost his grip and Alicen’s outstretched hands swayed as the woman’s strength wavered.
    Chris readjusted his hold, and then leaned down as far as he could without letting go. The sounds of the infected trying to get through the door echoed across the open space in a wave of terror. His heart beat wildly in his ears as reached for her. Their fingertips touched, then separated until finally he grabbed a firm hold. A second later, she was up and climbing over him towards the roof.
    A scream from Jake pulled Chris’ attention back to the door. Two figures were through the opening up to the waist, clawing at the remaining barricade. Their weathered faces were cracked and broken in places, exposing the muscle and tissue underneath. Jake didn’t wait for an invitation. He leapt up on a stack of plant pots and jumped. Chris only had a moment to adjust. He slid his legs underneath the next rung in the ladder, then let go with his hand and leaned down backwards. The moment he came around upside-down, Jake’s waist slammed into his face. Chris wrapped his arms around the boy and the two dangled helplessly from the ladder. A ferocious cracking sound from the door told everyone their time was