A Careless Resistance

I peered out of the window, at the gate that was holding them back.

The hordes of them, crushed against the final defence.

More pressing from behind; rabid, wild.

Strings of bloody saliva drooling from their mangled lips.

Dead eyes full of hunger; defiance of their lifelessness.

I turned away from the window.

“It looks like the gate is going to hold,” I said to her, sitting on the sofa with the infant upon her knee. “For how much longer, I don’t know. But we can use that time to—”

The infant had something in her hands.

I couldn’t place it; it looked like a plastic pebble.

When she turned it over, a light upon it flashed as she pressed the button on the fob.

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