"So, what do we do?" Tristan asked.
"We do nothing," Sparrow replied. "We wait for the others to arrive. From what I can see, that opening ahead is way too obvious—it's probably bait. They want us to let our guard down so they can hit us with a full-force ambush."
He squinted through his 'Hawk Eyesight', scanning every detail.
"And that evolved zombie with the long, oversized arms? I don't see it anymore. It might be hiding—or worse, it could be the one Young Madam mentioned. The one leading this whole bunch. We don't know. And if there are level 1 evolved zombies out there, there could be more hiding somewhere… or even stronger ones. Level 2. Maybe level 3."
Sparrow puffed out his chest a little, as if admiring his own tactical thinking. "Let's wait for Young Madam to decide. Whatever she says goes."
