Outside the northern border of the United States, foreign Zombie Kings were itching to get a piece of the action. One after another, they surged across the border, eager to join the plunder.
They tore across the snowy plains in a frenzy, their numbers swelling to nearly 160,000. The Zombie Kings came in all shapes and sizes, and among them were terrifying zombie beasts—massive, mutated creatures that looked like nightmares given flesh.
A horde of this scale was rare. The sheer spectacle of it was overwhelming.
But maybe the Zombie Kings were too hungry for glory, too focused on the prize—because none of them noticed the crows darting through the sky above. One by one, the birds swooped low, their crimson eyes gleaming as they scanned the horde from above.
It was as if an invisible net was being woven around them.
