The man lowered his head.
"...fuck. Fine."
Zach smiled and let go of him and let him stand up straight again. The man didn't look at Zach. He turned around and gestured for the other people, who were also wearing travel-worn and wear-resistant clothes and cloths over their faces to stand aside and let Zach and the others enter the city.
The man's face was dark and sour as he looked on when his men opened the gates and pushed the people wanting to get out deeper into the city. Zach wanted to complain, but before he could say anything, the gates closed behind them.
They were trapped in the city with a dozen sick citizens around them. Fortunately, the people were just sick and desperate to get out, not crazy. They looked at Zach's group with pity, and some excused themselves.
"What now?" Anerias asked Zach.
