"You speak Draco language?" Xavier whispered in Zera's ears. They were a few feet apart, pretending to be loitering and sniffing for human flesh.
Zera could only snort her reply.
Mama Draco was fighting with anyone who tried to come close to her and her children who gathered around.
They were no longer inside the playground. But it was within the vicinity.
"I want to," Zera replied at last. She let one of the rotting zombies walk past before shooing Xavier to distance himself. Else, they might get caught at that point.
Making a little progress, avoiding the nasty organs littered on the ground, Zera was standing almost five feet apart from one of the Draco's children.
Gulping down the fear that had her hands trembling, Zera reached out. She looked at the smaller version of Mama Draco, trying to spark its recognition.
"Hey, uh," Zera whispered. "We're the ones who rescued you."
