Texting could wait. She'd get on the horn once the situation was at least stable. No one was going to get there in seconds and seconds was all they had.
Teagan was busting up wood, trying to get as many pieces as she could, shoving them one on top of the other in some make-shift lock that was reinforced by the banging force of the hammer. When the last of the wood was battered into the door she stood and backed away, grabbed at Graham to assist his getting up. It couldn't be easy on a bum leg.
She was going to kill Pinky if he hadn't already been gnawed through.
The door rattled, a weight behind it but it wasn't constant pressure so the door held them back. Not a reason to breathe easy just yet but at least they'd bought some time.
"What's your name?" She glanced over at him, eyes studying at all the parts the flashlight beam struck.