[Whoever's nearest to the axe. Chase is really, really fond of walking straight. And still half sprawled on the floor when Eden goes down. That spurs some action.]
Christ.
[Lifting the door off her doesn't take Herculean strength, there's not much left to it. Surely this has to snap the others out of the frenzy?]
[break on through to the other side]
[Whoever's nearest to the axe. Chase is really, really fond of walking straight. And still half sprawled on the floor when Eden goes down. That spurs some action.]
Christ.
[Lifting the door off her doesn't take Herculean strength, there's not much left to it. Surely this has to snap the others out of the frenzy?]
She's out cold. I need to get her on the couch.