He slung the shotgun back over his shoulder and reached into one of the pockets of his coat, searching for the reality where he’d put a cigarette lighter and a flask of napalm in there. Finding them he pulled them out, dowsed the nearby fallen zombies with the napalm and retreated back to Amber. As more rampaging zombies crashed their way over the makeshift pyre, he lit the flask and threw it at them. The napalm caught instantly sending fire dancing crazily throughout the bodies. Ghost turned towards the shutters and ran with Amber to them. The smell of burning bodies wasn’t something he wanted lingering on his clothes or his mind.
The monks were already inside the loading bay when they got there. He cast a quick look around. Sure enough, he could see zombies beginning to fill up the end of the street. The headed in.
“Close it,” he said.
“What?” one of the monks replied
“Close it, now, quickly. Amber can see in the dark. Right now, we need to get the shutters closed before the zombies get here and certainly before anything more intelligent gets here,” Ghost said simply.
Reluctantly one of the monks pressed a button and the shutters began to close. The light dwindled as they steel came down until there was nothing but darkness and the muted howling of the zombies.
The mind plays strange tricks sometimes. Ghost knew the loading bay was huge, and yet the darkness felt claustrophobic. He paused. On the one hand Amber could see perfectly well in the darkness and she’d tell him if there was a problem. If it was just the two of them, he’d be content to just wait patiently. He wasn’t so sure what the monks would do if left to their own devices in the pitch black and as they still had guns, he eventually decided light would be a good idea.
“Can you see any way of getting light?” he asked her.
“There do seem to be light switches,” she replied after a moment.
Ghost frowned “Anything else? I don’t want to alert anyone that we’re down here.”
“Well there’s probably quite a few things we could burn,” she replied.
There was a click and then light spilled out from a lantern from one of the nearby monks.
“I’d prefer if we didn’t burn anything until these books are safely back in the library,” Daniel remarked with a gentle smile. “How long do you think we need to wait?”
“People get bored easily,” Ghost replied, “Especially people in charge. My guess is he’ll keep watch for an hour or so and then decide that we must have managed to get away….” He paused “Oh dear.”
“What?” Amber asked urgently.
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