Vivian didn't care what the others thought. She was already standing in front of Ethan.
"When do we move?" she asked.
Ethan activated True Sight, his gaze sweeping in all four directions. The side entrance they'd come through earlier still had the fewest zombies. More importantly, there were no Tier 3s in that direction—unlike the other two exits. That side was their best shot.
"Give them ten minutes to get ready," he said. "We'll break out through the side door. I'll take point with my team. Yours will cover the flanks and rear."
Vivian frowned. "The front's going to be brutal. You sure the three of you can handle it?"
"If you're doubting us, you're welcome to take the lead," Ethan said with a shrug. "I'd be happy to hand it off. Not like I'm dying to do it."
"I'm not questioning your strength," she said quickly. "I just think three people might be too few. The front's going to be hell."
"Then come up front with us," Ethan said. "One more won't hurt."
