The question caused many of them to waver under the pressure. The few who actually fought and earned their gold and equipment felt uneasy under the scrutinizing stares. The weight of their guilt began to slowly sink in, growing heavier by the second.
Crash!*
The sound of glass breaking alarmed everyone, including Noah. They turned to witness one of the windows beside the door being shattered. Fortunately, the window was high enough from the ground that it only reached the chest area of the average zombie.
But that was still enough to break the silence.
"Just give him the money already, damn it!"
"Our lives matter too!"
Soon, the majority of the group began to pressure the rest, putting them in a difficult position. Those opposing Noah's demand all looked towards Lucas for an answer, yet they remembered that he was stuck and would probably stay that way without Noah's aid.
