A year in- 22nd October 2016, 3:32am;
Kat's brothers had defended the front of the house for as long as they could, zombies literally covering the roads with blood and guts everywhere, the brothers had gotten gruesome from the fight but themselves only left with scratches as the zombies had clawed them and they were splattered with blood from the angle of their defence. The brothers did not really caring about how gory they got themselves as long as the job was done. Much like the Winchesters in a way.
By the time they had managed with the zombies outside around them, more of them were attracted to the noise of the zombies cries and the brothers grunts as they swung their knifes and swords or whatever they had at the time. A mob of them could be just about visible in the misty backgrounds of Lawrence. The brothers stood willingly, it was either a die trying or a try running situation.
After a while, Sam and Dean had been sidetracked, trying to fight off some zombies trying to get through the back door since a few of them had gotten over the neighbours fence and tried to sneak in. It wasn't great since zombies were piling up both ends of the house, it was early in the morning and nobody had the time to sleep in these parts. Everyone was exhausted and in no mood to start travelling now, even if they could.
Castiel was guarding Kat as he had been told to. His leg had healed well, although his angel mojo was still lacking power and couldn't heal anyone else even if he were allowed to. He was breaking the rules by just turning up and helping the Winchesters.
Kat was rubbing her stomach, hearing the horrid sounds of zombies outside from both sides of the house. They were stuck in the living room, Castiel had previously suggested that Kat went upstairs, away from all the drama, she was struggling to be stay calm.
But the stairs were narrow and Kat refused to move. She was clutching to the banister, the side of the stairs but not actually on them. She was about seven months pregnant, it seemed about right since her and Sam had been in contact since the first three months of the apocalypse. Castiel was also cautious about the baby. Any stress and it could set Kat off. He told her to breathe and relax, he had no idea where he had gotten the idea from but it seemed to work.
Dean held the door shut, pushing his back against it, his hands clutched to the walls beside the door frame, putting all of his weight against the door. The lock was on but it wouldn't stop the zombies. Sam had his rifle at the ready but he couldn't get through the window without pulling all of the wood off, it was flimsy and had already started to crumble so he wouldn't risk it. Sam stayed by Deans side in case he slipped and a zombie were to get through the gap.
There were probably about six or seven trying to get through the door, Dean would have to move soon, even he couldn't keep the door shut with the weight of them all pushing against the door. It was seriously like deja-vu for the boys, remembering either on.
Dean gave Sam the look
, "Dude... we have to let go now... We can hold them off for a little while but.. we may have to risk running out the other way" He confessed as his back was hit with the door banging against him, he groaned as the door left a thumping feeling behind in Deans back. Sam frowned at Deans comment.
"But Dean..." His jaw ached, sucking in his cheeks, thinking for himself to convince Dean other wise. He added a bit quieter, "Kat... Castiel.. her brothers..." His tone got the better of him and he raised it louder, "There's more out there!" Sam felt Castiel and Kat stare across the hallway inquisitively probably wondering what the hell he were walking about.
Dean gritted his teeth as zombies began slipping there hands through the gap when the door jolted open for a fraction of a second. Dean slammed the door shut cutting off a few zombies hands and fingers. "Fuckin' bastards" Dean commented now facing the door, his palms flat against the door, arms tensing, "Sam now!"
Sam aimed the rifle at the door, "Go Dean, go!" Dean let go of the door, bolting through the hallway as fast as he could, grabbing Kat, twisting her around to face him away from the banister, "You gotta get upstairs now.. just for a little while" Dean demanded gently although rather quickly to the panicky Kat who was holding her stomach still. He patted her back, rubbing it and started to ease her up the first few steps of the stairs.
Cas stood by the stairs, replacing Dean as soon as Dean ran to the front door, opening it and stepping outside to help Kat's brothers.
Sam shot his rifle a few times at zombies heads, the door just about resisting the zombies ambition to get through with the chain on its last few hinges, "Dean, it's not gonna hold!" Sam shouted through the kitchen, it echoed through the hallway and living room but of course Dean wasn't there to hear. Sam's breath was caught uneasily, he had to run. He took one more shot of his rifle, his ammunition was low enough he might as well go.
The door burst open as Sam turned and ran into the hallway, "Cas, help me!" Sam called.
Castiel pulled out his crowbar, joining Sam as Sam turned around about four zombies battered, bruised and decomposing, ran in towards them rapidly and crazily calling out their victories to them. Yet Kat was half way up the stairs, her body curled through the pain, back arching, she clutched the banister so much that her nails dug into it feeling the blood draw from them. She felt a twisting sensation in her lower stomach, "Saaam!" She moaned painfully, closing her eyes shut. There was no way she was getting up those stairs.
Sam had occupied a machete from before, he managed to sliced into the zombie which pounced onto him like a tiger getting to its prey. Despite it nearly toppling Sam over onto the ground, Sam managed to hold the zombie off and eventually it fell to the floor when his machete went through its eye socket, ripping through its skull to the other side.
Castiel on the other hand, swung at the zombies with the crowbar, smashing the rest to the floor in one. It was quite an impressive moment for them both. Sam and Cas were eventually back to back winning over the zombies but they weren't be the only ones in there already four fell to the floor. More of them would surely come through. They were ready.
Soon they were so occupied to even notice the few zombies going past them. Kat sat mid way up the stairs, she tried her best. But she couldn't move. Her breaths were short, the baby curled inside her feeling the pressure of her stomach like a balloon about to explode with air.
Two zombies had found the stairs, ironically crawling like babies up each step, their chalky hands gripping the wooden stairs, grinding their pin nails into it, Kat tried to get further up the stairs, her hands behind her trying to gradually get her bottom half up each step but the baby wasn't allowing it.
For a few long seconds, Kat had turned to look from the stairs as some sort of distress signal, seeing Sam. They shared a long glance together, a zombie gripping onto Sam's body. He felt nothing in comparison to what he was witnessing. He tried to fight it off not taking his eyes off her. Everything was slow, Sam's jaw clenched, his hands butchering the zombies rotten flesh as he got it off him watching as the two zombies got closer and closer to Kat. His heart throbbed, feeling it build in his throat. Sam didn't have enough time. He knew
There were too many. He got his pistol from his pocket quickly and threw it to her. She caught it. Sam hesitated, he stopped looking through fear, there was no going back now. He dreaded the result in the aftermath, after this was all over he never wanted to come back here again. Castiel pierced a zombies skull in its weak spot getting it away from Sam, his crowbar creating a mushy sensation as the creature fell to the floor.
Kat clutched the pistol, shaking and aiming at the zombies coming towards her feeling it rattle. The closest one hissed at her. She moved back until the bottom of her back touched the wooden step of the stairs, she was crying but silently. From that moment, she thought of the point of living. Bringing a child into a world like this. Was it really worth it? Would she be selfish to think so? She had a completely different view of the world yet she wasn't sure she would be able to move from here even after the zombies had stopped attacking.
Kat took a shot. It missed the zombies head, the bullet going through its shoulder like the misfortune of missing the bullseye. She was usually a good shot but her condition had made it difficult. Her body felt loose, her mind trailing away with itself, she hadn't got the energy.
Next thing she knew, the zombie had caught Kat. And had dragged her down by her foot as it also fell back from the stairs, tumbling down. One zombie flattened by the other, the other fell as Kat fell down the stairs like a rough slide, bumping her head on the way down, short cries from her until she was no longer conscious. As soon she had gotten to the bottom of the stairs, her unconscious body had been mounted by the zombie, it clawing at her bump and lowering itself to her neck. In that moment Castiel took the zombie out, the zombie fell back from Kat, joining the other zombie which lay motionless under Kat. It exposed Kat's bloody body, her grey shirt no longer grey. You could simply not tell if she was injured or if it were just blood from the zombies.
Everything went calm.
Sam ran to the back door before anything else. It was clear, he blocked the door off with the little things he could find but he hadn't seen the damage yet. The living room was a blood bath of zombies, how Castiel and Sam survived they didn't know. Sam resumed in the living room. Looking around, his face straight as ever, he looked at Cas who was by the stairs looking back at him with saddened eyes.
"Cas..." Sam tensed up taking each step carefully towards him, not seeing Kat's body yet, "Where's Kat?" He asked.
Castiel gulped, eyes watering, "Katherine... is.." He began, taking a few steps back for space as he gestured to Sam, the floor, "Here..." He added carefully not sure how Sam might react.
End of this part~Laurenthebumblebee.