Before Katelina could digest the answer, Sarah was on her, swinging and snapping her fangs. Katelina snatched up one of the fallen crates and used it to block the blows. The pipe crunched through the plastic. She flung the broken crate away for a new one.

The basement was cramped, with a low ceiling, narrow spaces, and nowhere to go. Katelina tossed away the second crate and threw up a third. She needed to do something; either find a weapon of her own or get that pipe away ...