Lena slowly - and quietly - got onto her feet and said “If anyone feels like they need a backup weapon, I have more knives than it seems. I used to make them all the time. I should have one for most of us.” She pulled herself onto her feet after she got her shirt and jacket back on...hopefully no one else saw...She tried her best to keep silent so not to alert the big mean beast upstairs.

“What are we gonna do if this doesn’t work, or if it bursts through that door before we’re ready?” She asked as she stuffed away her knife and went to grab a chair to barricade the stairway.

"Come on, get up."

Jane got to her feet, not bothering to argue with her step-father. She already knew he intended on making her take some action. "Where do you want me?"

"No, don't worry about moving the couches, I'll take care of that. Just go to the kitchen and grab the biggest, baddest knife you can find. It's not so much for you to join the defensive line, but I want you to have something to protect yourself with. There are a lot of us in this small space and things may get chaotic."

"But that girl just said--"

"Like I said, go the kitchen. Let her distribute whatever she has to the others, the more the merrier."

His voice was stern, and Jane knew better than to disobey him at a time like this. She was a rebel, but she was also smart, and she knew when to back down. Besides, it's not like he was in the wrong. In the end, they all had to find a way to kill those things trying to kill them.

With that thought in mind, Jane made her way to the kitchen in quick strides. Reality had set in and she was scared as to what they were going to be up against. She'd seen those things before, but to be within such close proximity to one of them made her breath nearly catch in her throat.

On the other hand, Dean moved quickly towards one of the couches. He was able to easily push it in the direction of the front door. The group already had a couple of injured people to be responsible for and he was not about to add to that number, not if he could help it.

Lena pulled one out and went after the girl. When she got to the kitchen she held it out to her, it was wrapped in some weird case that looked like it was covered in paracord or something. “Here. Those knives aren’t worth a damn. All they’re good for is cutting up soft meat, and whatever’s up there isn’t soft.” The knife she handed Jane was broad and had a false edge for for stabbing things. She hoped it didn’t need to be used, but it never hurts.

“It’s alright. I have more. And I know how to make more.”