Moments later, the chaos in the forest died down. That tall, lanky Zombie King personally finished off his former underlings, putting them out of their misery with his own hands.
But even after that, he still looked feral, eyes burning with rage. "Boss, let's go get revenge!"
"Forget it," Logan said, shaking his head. "Not worth it."
He figured there was nothing to gain from retaliating—just a waste of energy. He'd long since gotten used to these little skirmishes. Better to conserve strength and wait for the right moment to strike.
The other zombies bared their fangs, clearly pissed and not ready to let it go.
That's when Ethan spoke up. "We can't just let that slide."
"They came at us. That means they're askin' for it."
The horde turned to look at him. He wasn't a familiar face, so they figured he must be a friend of the boss. Still, they liked what he was saying.
After all, they were zombies—violence and bloodlust were in their bones. They didn't need much convincing.
