Sparrow gave a slight shrug. He truly didn't know what had become of their families, whether they'd managed to escape to a safe zone or perished like so many others. What he did know was that hiding in this warehouse, with all the supplies they had, might help them survive for a few more months.
But once other survivors discovered this stockpile, it would be a different story. Without the backing of a shelter or camp, they'd likely be killed for their resources.
Some of the men slumped to the ground, overcome with despair as they wept. But a few managed to hold on to reason.
"Then… are you from one of those shelters you mentioned? Can you take us there?" one of them asked, eyes filled with cautious hope.
Everyone turned to Sparrow, and to Vulture, who had stood silently like a statue by his side, so still he'd almost been forgotten.
Vulture simply pressed his lips together, letting Sparrow do all the talking.
