Who: Heather, Angel?, Sirius, and whoever else wanted to come to the rescue. Where: The maintenance shed, which isn't on the map but it's in the far corner away from the main building not far from the stables. When: just after midnight but before daylight, May 7th What: Heather, being the astute repairman, was up cleaning the tools she had used for the day, when the moan and groan and grunts of zombies hit her ears. Barricading herself in was the best she could do at the moment. Rating: Lets go with R just in case for language and blood and stuff. Status: Incomplete.
Anyone that came to the rescue would hear hammering, and a drill and a little bit of swearing. It was next to impossible to do much about building towers while trapped in a shed that was roughly only 30 feet by 30 feet and mostly taken up by a large four wheel drive golf cart truck-thing on steroids. She was still determined to be of some use, Heather wasn't the sort of girl to just sit pretty and not do anything.
The pounding against the metal was distracting, and her thumb kept getting in the way. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" She shouted when she hit her thumb for the fifth time. She had started on the struts to the guard tower Alice had mentioned. They needed to be sturdy, they needed to be able to handle a beating. And not topple over with someone inside.
Part of her, a very small part, wanted to curl up in a corner, terrified and wait for help to come. But she remembered Pikes advice: allow the panic to take over, count to five, and push it away. Or something close to that, so that was just what she did. She had her little panic moment after she'd shot the first zombie with the nail gun. It lay sprawled out not far from the door.
It was times like these when she remembered what her Dad had always told her, Heather, idle hands and idle minds lead to sinful practices. So in a bad situation, she plopped her ear buds in, and cranked up Beethoven on her phone. It wasn't too loud that she wouldn't hear a crash if one of the dead guys did get in, but it was loud enough to tune out the banging just a little. It also made thinking and working a little easier.
She was actually able to get six, of the eight legs she envisioned, finished at half height. So she could add the rest as it was needed because of elevation and tilt of the land.