The State Bank of Velham was, all things considered, not a great hideout. The roof had fallen in over the main hall years ago, half the floors above the lobby were skeletal at best, and there was, somewhere in the lower levels, a D-rank zombie I had personally killed and definitely not properly disposed of, which made the air on the basement landing smell like old protein-based regret.
But it had walls, sightlines from three angles, and it was the absolute last place a Black Snake search party was going to think to look. After all, banks were infested with zombies and they didn't even have food, so people didn't think it was a good place.
Zero kicked open the door of a small office on the second floor that had once belonged to, judging by the brass plate on the door, somebody named VAULT MANAGER.
Inside, there was a desk, a half-collapsed chair, and one window with rebar grilles still in place. Defensible enough, I guess.
"Here." She gestured at the chair. "Put her down."
