Dead Statues
“Still in flight, I shoulder-barged into it, sending the doorway flying inwards in a shower of splinters. Murphy, who I could see had been dozing in front of the fire and warming his feet, sat bolt upright. His pipe hung from the corner of his mouth as he looked agog at me.
“What the bleeding hell is going on!” he barked. Then seeing the door scattered about the room in a mass of fine splinters, he shouted, “You can fucking pay for that, Potter! I’m going to lose my deposit on this place thanks ...to you!”
“You’re going to lose more than just your deposit any time now!” I yelled back. “We’ve got berserkers at one, three, six, and nine o’clock.”
“Ah, just quit with all the o’clock-bollocks and speak English, can’t you?” Murphy grumbled, getting slowly out of the chair.
“We’re surrounded,” I warned him.
“ B y who?” he said, fumbling for his matches in his trouser pockets.
“About twenty of those shit-faced berserkers,” I told him again.
“Where?”MoreLess
“What the bleeding hell is going on!” he barked. Then seeing the door scattered about the room in a mass of fine splinters, he shouted, “You can fucking pay for that, Potter! I’m going to lose my deposit on this place thanks ...to you!”
“You’re going to lose more than just your deposit any time now!” I yelled back. “We’ve got berserkers at one, three, six, and nine o’clock.”
“Ah, just quit with all the o’clock-bollocks and speak English, can’t you?” Murphy grumbled, getting slowly out of the chair.
“We’re surrounded,” I warned him.
“ B y who?” he said, fumbling for his matches in his trouser pockets.
“About twenty of those shit-faced berserkers,” I told him again.
“Where?”MoreLess
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