The weight of his oversight hit him hard; he had been so consumed by the fight, counting on reinforcements to arrive soon, only to realize now there might be none… unless they called for help themselves.
Keith had just lowered his bow after loosing a storm of energy arrows, cutting down swathes of zombies, when he froze. At first, it was confusion, then sheer dread washed over him as Vulture's words sank in.
They really hadn't contacted his sister yet. He had meant to, but the sudden arrival of the zombie wave had shoved it from his mind. Panic surged through him, and he scrambled to pull up the Territory interface once more.
"Sir… Keith, what are you doing?" Vulture asked, noticing Keith swiping and tapping at something only he could see, fingers moving across an invisible interface.
"Contacting my sister," Keith answered calmly. He had already sent word, and to his relief, she wasn't too occupied. Her reply had come quickly. "She'll be here soon… I think."
