The golems could barely cope with the flood of mutants and zombies that poured in and out of our cars. The stench of entrails, fresh blood, and the stench of unwashed bodies was as bad as the police's reseda.
- Where were they? - in anger the elder hit the wall of the cabin near the window with his fist. - Have they gone deaf, damn it?! Aram, when was the last time you twinkled with them?
- About three or four days ago, - he answered. - Maybe they should flash their headlights now? We have some light signals that mean everything is all right.
- Daytime lights? - The man snorted. - Well, well.
- Shine a spotlight in the windows," I said. - If it's dark out there, you'd see the signs on the walls and ceiling. And in all the windows, for sure.
- And I'll get out and show myself. Maybe the uniform will play its part," - the sergeant suggested a new idea. - They know you blinked at them from the police station.
- Sit down," - Oliver grimaced, - "if they're completely blind and can't see the stickers on the bus... Oh, they're awake.
We all pressed against the small, murky windows, trying to see what the elder had seen.
A window opened on the second floor, and there appeared an old woman in a dark blue coat or a work overcoat. She shouted something and waved her hands.
- I can't hear a damn thing," - complained the namesake.
She just appeared and disappeared.
- And what next? - Oliver looked at us.
- Most likely, they're afraid of your golems, - said Ella. - Let me go out? And shine a flashlight. I think they'll understand that we are us.
- Makes sense. - the namesake snorted.
The girl burned him with an angry look.
- We don't have to go anywhere, they just went out on their own... where the hell are the kids going? - Oliver gritted his teeth, then ordered: "Everybody outside, cover!
The children started streaming from the kindergarten doors to the gate, opposite where we were standing, as an uneven stream. All of them small, I didn't see anyone over the age of eight. The smaller, stronger children were carried in the arms of two or on their limbs, while others helped them by supporting them. And all this in terrible silence - no screams or cries, as if a wave of... zombies were coming at us. They are alive, you can see that, but they are just like zombies, they do everything silently.
In the middle of the children's crowd appeared a young woman in black pants from a strict suit and a gray-blue plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She was carrying two babies in her arms.
There was a padlocked gate in the gate, and now there was a crowd of children who were frightened and looked at us. Surprisingly, there was little fear at the sight of the golems. The unfamiliar men with weapons were more frightening than the robot-like creatures that dashingly slashed through zombies and mutants.
- I have the key! I'll get it! - The woman said quickly, stepping to the side of the gate. - Now... just a second... Nikolas, hold Karen.
Woman handed the child from her left hand to a boy with a larger, seven years, and pulled out of his pants pocket key.
- You could not warn that the children let out, huh? - The angry Oliver snapped at her.
- We warned, didn't you see a woman in the window? - she said in surprise.
From the face older you could light a cigarette, and how it was skewed, no avant-garde artist is not able to depict such a picture on his canvas.
In any case, we loaded all the children into the cars to the last man and even managed to do without any losses of our own. There were enough wounded, probably every second one was hit by claws and teeth. But everyone was alive, and that's more important.
===End Chapter===