Post by Finch on Oct 22, 2020 4:03:26 GMT
Footsteps echoed over metal. Quick, and getting louder.
Out of the handful of kids that made up the City Council, only a select few could call themselves fighters. Out of those, one or two weren't merely boasting.
They kept a detailed log of every person who entered and exited the Space Needle-- Whisker, Representative of Defense, made sure of it. Upon the arrival of the Obscured Flame, they had counted, checked, counted again, double-checked, roll called and called and called until they were certain that every Council Kid was accounted for. Every last one of them was within the walls of the Space Needle, slowly gnawing away at their food stores.
When the footsteps had first come, their first reaction had been confusion, with their second being panic. They had thought their elevated stronghold would keep them safe from the swarm below, but, in all truth, the only thing that stood between the City Council and the outside world was a spiral staircase and a steel door. Enough to keep out any zombie-- but a kid? A thousand kids?
They didn't stand a chance.
The footsteps were nearer, now. The metal structure seemed to ripple beneath the Council Kids' feet.
The vast majority of the Council Kids had huddled themselves in the council room, taking cover behind overturned tables and desks. The only ones still on their feet were Whisker and two of their best fighters-- Ferri and Alex. The small group was arming themselves in the council room, all as they assured their comrades that they would be alright-- as well as advising them to hold the fort for as long as they could, if their reassurances fell through.
Just outside the door, now. It was only locked by a simple lock. One solid hit would knock it loose...
As Whisker and their troops were about to leave, to guard the door, the Representative of Defense turned back towards the group.
"Hare?"