"Wait! Hold up right here," Kisha exclaimed abruptly, halting their stride near the heart of the western district. With a swarm of zombies looming ahead, she urgently sought to reassess their route.
"Miss Kisha, what's wrong?" One of the newcomers inquired, only to receive a sharp smack on the head from Sparrow's palm in response.
"Less chit-chat, more focus on what's around us, you fool!" Despite his playful tone, his expression resembled that of a vigilant guard dog. His posture stiffened, and every muscle tensed as he scanned their surroundings intently.
"This route won't do. We need to detour to the southeast; it might add some extra distance, but it's significantly safer," Kisha declared decisively. However, her momentum halted as a crucial piece of information flashed into her mind.
