Can't wait!!!

Sorry for the delay, sir.
Possibly sideways? 
You get the idea.

Sorry for the delay, chaps, real life is getting in the way again.
Back to the AAR........
We left it where the Zombie horde had managed to force their way through the door of the large building and on to the street.
Aubrey had been taken down and things were starting to look pretty dire for the team.

Randy, the allied Threshold Agent with the Tommy Gun took over and used his Leiutenant skill to activate Aubrey and get him back onto his feet and back into action.
He then levelled his Thompson at the horde pressing through the door, taking one Zed down before it Jammed.
Two Thompson's were being fielded by the team and both were now out of action.
Could it get any worse?
The simple answer to that was: Yes!
The Affected surged forward, overwhelming Randy and dragging him screaming to the ground, thus causing Gloria to fall back in panic.
With Randy out of the game and a near-hysterical Gloria still toting a Jammed Thompson things were getting worse by the minute.
The forces of His Majesty were starting to feel the pressure.
Aubrey decided to take matters into his own hands and surged into the horde wielding his trusty sword stick, felling two more of the undead creatures.
Unfortunately for the team, one of the shambling corpses, a former smartly-dressed bank manager, had eluded him and now lunged forward and grabbed Patrick the Postal-worker, who was distracted by the struggling Mad Scientist in his charge, around the throat, causing him to collapse to the ground choking.
Not content with felling the Postie, the foul-smelling, but sharply dressed, creature assaulted Father deBetta in the phone box and smashed his face repeated into the window frame whilst trying to drag him into his gaping maw.
The clergyman collapsed to the ground, his face a bleeding, badly torn mess.
Half the team were down and things wre looking bad!
Really bad!!
Aubrey turned his attentions to the marauding former bank manager and beheaded the creature, ordering Remington, the shotgun wieding Threshold Agent to take charge of Dr Hugh Jarse and take him into the phone box and continue the call.
Vital time had been lost and time was running out.
The forces of the Crown may well have finally gained control of the area around the Telephone Box, but the other Mad Scientist who was controlling the horde had not been idle.
Selecting his favourite serum he injected it into his favourite Zombie, a rather fashionably dressed corpse at that...

Upon injecting this serum, the former attractive, but dead, young lady began to spasm uncontrollably, forcing the Mad Scientist to leap back out of reach as it expanded and thrashed it arms in rage.
The serum was a good 'un, the Doctor had created a Blasphemous Construct!

Another problem for the team to deal with.
They may have dealt with the rest of the horde, but this baby was a different kettle of fish entirely.
Half the team was down, including one of their Thompson's.
Things were looking dicey.
Could they cope with this Beast....?
Back later with the next installment...