Setting: The Attic
Time: Night 003, not long after the Maid's Chambers re-open.
Summary: Courtney assesses the situation with Fiona in the attic.
"It's me. Make some room!" the girl whispered hurriedly, holding out her hand through the makeshift barricade they had made. The attic door was sealed off by a bed frame, held down by various bedroom furniture and heavy boxes scattered about the attic. In case of emergencies, though, they'd left a little room for a crawlspace, if needed.
With some assistance on Fiona's part, she dusted off her clothes, breathing a sigh of relief. "Phew. Don't think any of them saw me," she said in a quiet voice, helping to push the barricade back into its secured position. "Most of those zombies are being held off by a bunch of other guys - the ones that can fight. I think we're pretty safe here." The girls had been smart enough to stockpile food and water in the attic, so that they wouldn't starve. So far, it had last for the night, and it gave the young girl hope that maybe, maybe this night might pass uneventfully. (Well, besides the whole 'army of the dead' outside thing)
"I could use a drink of something," she said with a sigh, sinking into an old, musty chair. "Prolonged cantrips like that isn't that great for my concentration."