Then, Sparrow's voice crackled through the radio once more with a report."Young Madam! We've spotted an evolved zombie up ahead. I believe it noticed us, but instead of attacking, it fled—straight in the direction of our destination. Should we pursue it now or wait for the main group before making a move?"
It seemed Sparrow had learned his lesson from his recent encounter with the mutated tree. No longer charging ahead recklessly in the name of scouting, he had returned to being cautious, no longer letting overconfidence cloud his judgment.
After hearing Sparrow's report, Kisha released her smaller katana, letting it continue slicing through zombies under her telekinetic control. She reached for the walkie-talkie and pressed the button to respond.
