SPN fic: Hail Mary, full of grace... (Drabble)

SPN drabble:

Gen, G, written for supernatural100's prompt of prayer

( Hail Mary, full of grace... )

"Whada we want?" "Braaains...

*considers her position*

 I’m in a seven storey building that’s almost impossible to navigate even when you’re not a walking dead. Plus, the lift is out of order. The undead don’t do stairs very well, right?

Most of the entrances are narrow and can be blocked off, although all that glass could be a problem. There are water fountains in the building, and even showers. God knows you could use most of the bound journal sets as bludgeoning instruments, and not only is there a freshly stocked set of vending machines outside, the fundraising people just dropped off another massive box of chocolates. As long as the internets hold out, I’ll be fine…