[ She feels like explaining in words would be useless compared to the sheer effectiveness of holding her phone out to the gaping, groaning mouth of one of the walkers trying to force its way through the chain lock and letting him listen to those lovely sounds for a bit.

Now that you know what she's 'going on about', she's back on the phone. ]

I can't tell how many there are or where the hell they came from, but they're damn hungry.

[ Then there's the sound of shattering glass, a curse under Andrea's breath, after a minute, a couple of gunshots. ]

They got in. I don't-... I'm three stories up. [ How the fuck they got in through the window, she hasn't got the slightest clue. A couple more shots, and then a sudden silence. And in a hushed, almost shocked tone: ] Amy. [ Sorry, Shane, she's setting the phone down then, so anything you say is pretty much wasted. ]