"Those people..." Luciel started, looking around in disbelief before glancing at his wife, "Helen, how many people are there?"
"A rough estimate of one thousand, two hundred thirty-four." She answered, not taking her eyes from the people, "And only fifty hunters..." Her voice sounded exhausted as she spoke the final words that reminded her of the long, exhausting month.
Countless requests for help, food, water, basic necessities, and so much more were coming her way. All that while she tried to keep things organized, call for help, figure out what those zombies were exactly, and still deal with the loss of her husband.
In a way, going outside the shelter with the hunters was kind of a vacation for her, despite the danger, but at least she managed to escape from all this mess for a bit.
"Only fifty hunters and you... Where are the rest?" Luciel clenched his fist and narrowed his eyebrows, not being able to believe what he was hearing.
