Claire weaved through the streets and to the area where they were guiding guests to the sewer line. Leaning down and lifting the manhole cover, she stood guard while one by one, the group headed down the ladder. Leaning her head back and staring at the sky, she relaxed for a second. One more group out of the streets meant that there was one less group for them to go and get.
One of the women seemed panicked, and she started her way back up the ladder. Claire's head cocked, because for a moment she worried that one of the shamblers had made its way down there. But when she voiced what she was freaking out about, she realized that it was much worse.
"My son! He must have wandered off!"
Claire heaved a sigh and smoothed a hand through her hair. "Relax, ma'am. What does he look like? You stay here and we'll go find him," she insisted.