Brandon and Ryan had decided to immediately rush outside, while telling one person to keep an eye on the sick. Both of their eyebrows frowned as they were worried about what this could mean on the camp.
"Why now of all times!" Brandon said with an aggressive voice, the veins on his hand were bulging as he walked quickly out form the room and into the main hall. He could see the look of worry on everyone's faces as they looked towards them, and all of the guards getting ready with their weapons.
"We can't predict everything that is going to happen in these times." Ryan replied. "That is why we just have to do our best and why I was so worried about sending a large group out."
As they got closer to the exit, several bangs were heard which was strange. The guards on duty knew not to act, and even if they did see zombies coming toward them, they would have at least a bit of leeway before they reached the front doors of the museum.