Zita maintained her position atop the roof, and the people remained unchanging in their actions. Running for their sorry lives with echoes of wails released into the air.
It took a while, but her wait was worth it when she saw a bunch of people from afar putting on the attire of the city guards.
They were holding weapons of different kinds, but a majority of them had shields, the kind that is almost reaching to their legs.
The city guards that she relied on to come to her rescue, suddenly stopped running.
They stayed at a far distance away, while the one leading them started speaking, with hand gestures pointing to the sides.
From where she took shelter, Zita watched them with thoughts on what it is they were trying to accomplish by not doing their job.
Her curiosity was soon to be answered when the city guards resumed movements.