"Food," Zach said quickly. "And blankets - medicine - we need to start rounding people up. Fuc-" He caught himself at Clare's light stamp of a foot.
His eyes held Isaac's for a moment, the grey streaked with red, the veins of his pupils angry and strained as he looked at the other man, shadows so deep that for a moment, as the moon fell against his face, Zach didn't appear to have eyes at all. Then the sky shifted and his gaze returned, angry but with an intense lucidity entirely focused on the moment.
"We need to get people here," he said. "Goldstein- where is he? And Yuri. And anyone we can bloody find. They're turning into monsters out there and we need to stop it. If we can."