After running as far as he could, Sparrow carefully surveyed the town hall, searching for a safer exit route. He needed to set up a rope and ladder so the rest of his people could descend from the roof quickly.
Time was uncertain—he had no way of knowing when the migrating zombies would return. It could be a day, maybe two, or they might come back at any moment. And he wasn't the type to gamble, especially when others were relying on him.
If he were alone, he could afford to take his time, assess the situation thoroughly, and report every detail back to his master. But with the urgency of their predicament weighing on him, he knew he couldn't afford that luxury. Every second counted.
At the back of the town hall, Sparrow spotted a thick drainage pipe running down from the roof, designed to prevent flooding during heavy rains. It was sturdy enough to support the weight of both an adult and a child.
