Malcolm POV
The sun was dropping behind the buildings, turning the streets below darker by the minute, and Malcolm knew the roof would not save them once night came.
"We can't stay here," he said.
Archie looked up fast. "Why not? They can't climb here."
Malcolm looked at the edge where the hunter had fallen between the buildings. "One already jumped."
Archie's mouth closed.
Harry wiped sweat off his jaw with the back of his hand and looked toward the roof they came from. "Guns are over there."
Malcolm already knew. The rifles, the extra rounds, half their supplies, all left behind when they ran and jumped. They were lying on the other roof near the stairwell door, and that roof now had close to twenty walkers dragging around the place, pulled up by the noise and blocked by the roof door they had broken through.
Arnulf stared at the next building, his face tight. "We go back, we stir everything again."
"We stay, hunters come," Malcolm said.
