Earl wiped the sweat off his forehead. He looked around for a weapon, but couldn't find one. Looks like it was down to his climbing axe. The axe was great against walkers, but against people? That was a different story. 

He didn't like being forced to make rash decisions, but he didn't have much of a choice. Maybe he could buy them some more time? He took his chair and pushed over towards to door, making some kind of a barricade. It wouldn't last long, but he now had a better idea.

 There was a long, antique, oak bookcase and it was half filled with some old leather books from the previous owners, and a couple new ones that had been added through time. Survival guides, medical brochures. Anything of any use. He raced over to it, and it was definitely heavy. "Somebody give me a hand here!" He yelled out.