by about half, another yellow skinned and savage looking human walks casually into the centre of the street. She is already at the point of hysteria but she shakes her head as her mind searches for an answer to this new question. This… “Zombie”… looks different to the rest. His posture is different, his gaze. And he is not looking at her, he is looking at them!
A soft broken whistle catches them all by surprise. It’s barely audible as it passes through dried out lips, but it’s enough to trigger everyone’s attention and the drones reassemble into their usual formation, facing him alone as they grow more curious. Sarah now merely an afterthought as they begin to fan out around this strange looking interruption in the street.