The pack closes in but lets them move as they like. Zach can think of too many reasons for that. They may want them to feel the pressure and make a mistake, for example, or to discover that they can’t find aid anywhere and let them drown in desperation long before the pack gets to actually act their implied threats. The pack is made out of predators and it doesn’t relax Zach any when he realizes they have the experience to back up every move. The intimidation, the harassment, and finally the kill, are all familiar to them.
They reach rows of old stadium seating in the corner of the yard. It’s the highest point and used to illustrate some sort of hierarchy. From the top, where one man sits, looking bored and a bit like a murderous Santa, to more and more men, each frightening in looks and demeanor. The ones at the bottom are the grunts, but Zach won’t be telling them that to their faces, since most of them look like they could break him with a strong exhale.