"I don't have a grand plan, to be honest. It's quite simple, really. You'll just need to fight your way through a few dozen, or even a hundred, zombies without getting killed," Sparrow stated seriously.
"Are you fucking out of your mind?! We have the Patriarch with us and Master is unconscious!" Vulture exclaimed, frustration evident in his gritted teeth.
"Still beats facing thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, right?" Sparrow retorted mockingly, his tone implying that Vulture was being a wuss.
"Then, what do you say we should do?" Tristan's voice sounded from the other side again, as if he really is planning to accept Sparrow's suggestion.
