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“Send some of those men inside to wash up and rest,” I said. “I know there are still infected out there, but your brothers aren’t doing anyone any favors by working until they collapse.”
“Finally, a voice of reason,” the woman said.
Molev grunted, kissed my forehead, and jumped over the wall again.
“I’m Hannah,” the blonde said, hooking her arm through mine.
“Andie.”
“I kind of figured, considering who you showed up with.”
“How bad is it here?” I asked.
She exhaled heavily. “It could have been worse. They came out of nowhere. A sea of infected just like you and Molev had warned. If we wouldn’t have added to the wall, they would have gotten in here within seconds. It saved us. The infected hit the wall and fell under the infected behind them, building up at the base, while more infected climbed over them. We all knew it was only a matter of time.
“Then the howling started. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere, all at once.
“Angel and I came up with a ‘when shit hits the fan’ plan. We had ladders ready by a few houses. They were meetup spots. When one of the fey used the airhorn we found, we all ran for the ladders. We climbed to the roofs and pulled the ladders up with us. So we had a perfect view of how the infected flooded over the wall with the hounds. The fey fought hard. Heads flew everywhere. The hounds clawed at the siding, climbing it.” She pointed at a house that had shredded siding.
“Then I saw a headless body pick up a head and stick it back on.”
She looked at me, tears gathering in her eyes.
“We were fucked. They were piling up around the houses like they had the wall. Then suddenly, over half of the infected just…dropped. So did every single hound.”
She shook her head and cleared her throat. “It was still a fight. There were so many infected left. We stayed on the roofs last night, listening to the fey behead them. The fey managed to give the all-clear just before first light. A few of us came down and helped double-check the houses.
“Then we worked together to clean up the bodies. We finished in here just before dinner.”
“How many did we lose?” I asked.
“A few were too slow to reach the ladders,” she said. “And the hounds did a number on the fey. There isn’t a single one of them who isn’t sporting some stitches. That doctor you brought and her team came in handy. She knew how to patch them up and send them back out.”
We turned up a blood-stained sidewalk to Cassie’s house, and Hannah let herself in without knocking.
A low murmur of voices came from the back of the house before one rose above the rest.
“If you wake the kids, Kerr will knock you out,” a woman said.
“Cassie hasn’t slept yet–like most of us,” Hannah said softly, leading the way through the house.
Cassie stood in a room, one hand on the stitched-up fey’s chest to pin the surly owner of said chest to the bed.
“Hey, Cassie,” I said. “Heard you’re exhausted and could use some sleep.”
“Yes,” she said without taking her eyes off the patient.
The fey looked at me, his gaze mostly unfocused. He blinked several times.
“Molev?” he asked.
“If you can’t see I’m a human woman, you have no right to get out of that bed.”
“I see who you are. Molev’s female, Andie. Is he back?”
“He is. Why do you keep trying to get out of bed?”
“My brothers need help.”
