"Our boss… he didn't run into some kind of trouble, did he?" Slick asked, starting to sound worried.
"Hey, don't go jumping to conclusions. No way that happened," Jerky cut in quickly.
Just as the two zombies were fretting, a figure suddenly materialized in front of them, taking shape right in their line of sight.
"Uh…" Both zombies froze, blinking like they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"Boss?"
"Yeah," Ethan nodded.
Their faces lit up with joy. They scrambled to their feet and rushed over, practically wagging their tails.
The other zombies nearby all bowed their heads respectfully.
"Boss, you're finally back!" Jerky beamed, then added proudly, "Look—this is the Zombie Horde I managed to gather."
Ethan glanced around. The zombies were all shriveled up, drained of energy—basically the undead version of the elderly, sick, and injured.
Well…
At least it was clear the two of them had done their best.
