Meanwhile, Sparrow and Vulture exchanged a look of mutual betrayal.
"...You knew and didn't say anything?" Sparrow accused.
Vulture cleared his throat. "I wasn't the one who opened the line! How the hell was I supposed to know?!"
The sound of muffled laughter echoed through the radio once more, making Sparrow groan. "I swear to God, when we stop, I'm throwing hands."
This only made the laughter harder to contain.
After their playful banter, Kisha's laughter gradually faded as she turned her attention to the remaining people at the hidden base—the Blythes and the new workers tending to the fields.
Despite being left behind without any combatants to protect them, none of them seemed panicked. The base was in a secluded location, fortified with an array of hidden traps, the exact placements of which even they weren't entirely sure of.
Because of this, they felt secure, unthreatened by potential zombie attacks or outsiders who might attempt to harass them.
