Urdon Pov
I leaned my weight into Freda as she pulled me up. My right arm was a piece of meat that did not work anymore, but my legs stayed under me. I wiped the blood from my mouth and looked at the hallway. It was a mess of broken wood and bodies. Viktor was gone from the yard, but his voice was still out there.
"Can you stand?" Freda asked. She put her shoulder under my good arm and gripped my belt.
"I am standing," I said.
"We need to go now," Rex said. He was standing by the door, watching the yard. He had a big kitchen knife in one hand and his iron pipe in the other. "They are grouping up by the old well."
"Tell the others," I said. I pulled away from Freda and grabbed a heavy wooden chair leg from the floor. It was not a sword, but it was hard wood. "We move to the graves. If we get pinned in here, they will just burn the house down with us inside."
