Everything was still happening too fast to really process it. I was running but wasn't really thinking about it.

Run.

Get to the house.

Get to cover.

Find weapons.

Run.

I had barely even registered that I was back at Bri's side so quickly. And I certainly didn't have any time to register any happiness at the idea that there were weapons inside because by the time that filtered in my brain had moved on to the more pressing problem.

As I registered the crying- I knew exactly what it meant, how could I not- I felt my body go cold. We now had two options and they both sucked.

Keep running. Hope we found more weapons before our legs gave out.

Hide inside. Hope we stay quiet enough to keep that pain in the ass crying witch from noticing us.

Either one of those plans had a high probability of death. So I guess you could call that option three. Give up and get our faces eaten off by the various zombies following after us.

Like I said, the options all sucked. That's why I decided to grab Bri's shoulder and push her through the open door on the side of the building. Once inside I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her down next to me to crouch just inside the door. We were now blocked from view of the horde outside. Good news. But we were also practically within spitting distance of the witch. Bad news.

"Don't even breathe," I whispered, still gripping my friend's arm tightly with one hand. Considering the seriousness of the situation I couldn't even come up with a joke about Bri always being the one to startle the witch. I was shaking so badly I was sure the witch would wake up based on that alone. I stared over at the crouched form. The horde was coming closer and the crying was becoming nerve wracking but I didn't dare move.