The sound of a baby.
There was no mistaking it, it was the sound of a baby. Listening closely, you could tell the baby's cry wasn't loud, lacking the vigor of a healthy infant; it sounded somewhat weak.
No matter what, he had to go in and check.
Roar!
The hissing roar of zombies echoed.
As he ran, the zombies continuously closed in on him.
Looking at the group of sprinting zombies, all he wanted to say was that they really did great, each one of them showing remarkable stamina to keep running up until now. Such spirit was indeed commendable.
At that moment,
he touched the hilt of Frostmourne and warned with one hand forward, "Please don't come any closer. The running is over. I heard a baby crying and it might be in trouble. I need to check it out. If you continue to approach, I think I'll have to cut you."
"First warning."
As he spoke these words, instead of pausing, the zombies even moved closer, seriously threatening his safety.
"Second warning."
