After gathering the necessary supplies, Sparrow drove straight to the town hall. His people were already waiting cautiously near the entrance, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any threats. One of Winter's men was perched atop the wall like a statue, vigilantly observing the area. From time to time, he would descend to relay information before returning to his post.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group, along with the civilians, remained hidden behind the wall, keeping their backs pressed firmly against it. This formation ensured they stayed out of sight and were prepared for any sudden threats—whether from lingering zombies or opportunistic survivors. After all, they couldn't ignore the possibility that someone else in town might try to use the zombie migration as a chance to escape.
The lookout suddenly spotted a cloud of dust rising in the distance, accompanied by the sound of crashing metal and shattering headlights. His eyes widened as he quickly assessed the scene.
