The stupidest angel: a heartwarming tale of Christmas terror

you again, Jenny," said Lena, just as the battering ram hit the door again, knocking her to the floor. "I haven't seen you at yoga class…"

    "Clear the way, clear the way, clear the way!" called Theo. He and Nacho Nuсez were coming across the floor from the back room carrying an eight-foot-long oak pew. Behind them, Ben Miller was wrestling a pew across the floor by himself. Several of the men who were holding the barricade broke ranks to help him.

    "Cantilever these against the piano and nail them to the floor," Theo said.

    The heavy benches went up on a diagonal against the back of the piano and Nacho Nuсez toenailed them to the floor.

    The benches flexed a little with each blow of the battering ram, but they held fast. After a few seconds, the pounding stopped. Again, there was only the noise of the wind and the rain. Everyone played flashlights around the room, waiting for whatever would come next.

    Then they heard Dale Pearson's voice at the side of the chapel. "This way. Bring it this way."

    "Back door," someone shouted. "They're carrying it around to the back door."

    "More pews," Theo yelled. "Nail them up in the back. Hurry, that door's not as heavy as the front, it won't take two hits like that."

    "Can't they just come through one of the walls?" asked Val Riordan, who was trying to join in the effort to hold the line, despite the handicap of her five-hundred-dollar shoes.

    "I'm hoping that won't occur to them," Theo said.
    * * *
    Supervising the undead was worse than dealing with a construction crew full of drunks and cokeheads. At least his living crews had all of their limbs and most of their physical coordination. This bunch was pretty floppy. Twenty of the undead were hefting a broken pine-tree trunk a foot thick and as long as a car.
    "Move the goddamn tree," Dale growled. "What am I paying you for?"

    "Is he paying us?" asked Marty in the Morning, who was hefting at midtree, on a jagged, broken branch. "Are we getting paid?"

    "I can't believe you ate all the brains," Warren Talbot, the dead painter, said. "That was supposed to be for everyone."

    "Would you shut the fuck up and get the tree around to the back door," Dale yelled, waving his snub-nose revolver.

    "The gunpowder gave them a nice peppery flavor," Marty said.

    "Don't rub it in," said Bess Leander. "I'm so hungry."

    "There will be enough for everyone once we get inside," said Arthur Tannbeau, the citrus farmer.

    Dale could tell this wasn't going to work. They were too feeble, they couldn't get enough strength behind the battering ram. The living would be barricading the back door even now.

    He pulled some of the more decayed undead off the tree and pushed in those who seemed to have much of their normal strength, but they were trying to run up a narrow set of stairs carrying a thousand-pound tree trunk. Even a crew of healthy, living people wouldn't be able to get purchase in this mud. The tree trunk hit the door with an anemic thud. The door flexed just enough to reveal that the living had reinforced it.

    "Forget it. Forget it," said Dale. "There are other ways we can get to them. Fan out in the parking lot and start looking for keys in the ignition of people's cars."

    "Drive-thru snackage?" said Marty in the Morning. "I like it."

    "Something like that," Dale said. "Kid, you with the wax face. You're a motorhead, can you hot-wire a car?"

    "Not with only one arm," Jimmy Antalvo slurred. "That dog took my arm."
    * * *
    "It stopped," Lena said. She was checking Tuck's wounds. Blood was seeping through the bandages on his ribs.
    Theo turned away from the pilot and looked around the room. The emergency lighting was starting to dim already and his flashlight was panning them like he was looking for suspects. "No one left their keys in their car, did they?"

    There were murmurs of denial and heads shaking.

    Val Riordan had a perfectly painted eyebrow raised at him. There was a question there, even if it was unspoken.

    "Because that's what I'd do," Theo said. "I'd get a car up to speed and crash it right through the wall."

    "That would be bad," said Gabe.

    "That parking lot had two inches of water and mud the last time I saw it," Tucker Case said. "Not every car is going to get up to speed in that."

    "Look, we need to get some help," Theo said. "Someone has to go for help."

    "They won't get ten feet," Tuck said. "As soon as you open a door or break a window, they'll be waiting."

    "What about the roof?" said Josh