Near the southeast, buried deep in the dirt of the once greenish landscape, was Ryan, Zolyah, and Sofia.
The Army Soldier positioned himself to the side, overwatching the surroundings in case a nearby zombie found itself wandering alone in the wasteland.
Sofia oversaw the intersection hundreds of meters away, munching on a piece of gum. Her small face made a large contrast of the large binoculars in front of her face.
If not for the serious situation they were in, Zolyah would have long laughed about it.
She rested her eyes on the magnified scope, slightly adjusting the optics based on the range, altitude, and wind direction.
"Strong winds to the east," she muttered. "Sofia, how's our target doing?"
"In the middle of the pack," Sofia replied. "You got a lot of obstacles. Can you make a shot?"
"We'll see about that."
