Edward peered into the lab below. It was a disaster. Broken glass everywhere, a few bodies, but no sign of the zombies. He climbed back in the window and made his way over to the storeroom, where he knocked on the door.
Lynde shimmied her way out from the ceiling and climbed down the furniture she had stacked precariously. She opened the door to see her father.
"Dad…" she whispered, squeezing him tightly.
A little eyeliner was running down the side of her face and she was shaky, but unscathed.
Edward turned around.
"Bee, I think we're ready to come back in," he said, "I think we should leave this place in vehicles. I have my van out back, there are student drivers. We should be able to do that, right?"