[ Spike is a good fighter, especially when cornered but the fact of the matter is that there's just plain too many of them. A relentless driving mass of rotting flesh and this is the time when he'd normally call retreat but hey, there's nowhere to run! Funny thing, that. Half-blinded by a busted eyebrow he stumbles back behind the barricade, yanking and pulling at whatever he can to block up the hole in the wall and give them some time.
Seconds. Maybe a minute, but probably not. ]
Rebecca! [ He drops to his knees next to her, reaching. ]