He could see the whole playground clearly through the binoculars. There were four zombies, crouched over the body they’d pulled apart on the wood mulch. So far, they were ignoring the baby in the safety swing even though it was clearly screaming its little head off.
It’d be a hundred yards across open ground, jump the fence, ten yards to the swing set, grab the baby. On the way back, holding it, he’d have to go through the gate, then back to the building. He could make it. On the other hand, then they would know he was in here.