After the four zombies of the Overlord Squad disembarked from their aircraft, Big Ears pressed one oversized ear to the ground, hind legs tensed, creeping forward as he followed the faint vibrations.
Before long, he'd slinked around to the far side of the desolate mountain. Through the rocky wall, he could hear voices from the other side.
"Big Ears, what's the sitch?" Shrimpy couldn't help but ask.
"It's a serious threat," Big Ears replied, his tone grim.
The rest of the zombies fell silent at that, waiting quietly...
On the other side of the ridge, about a dozen zombies from Heartland were lounging around. A few were sitting on the ground, just shooting the breeze.
"Man, this is boring as hell. Not even a halfway decent opponent. The second our boss shows up, zombies from the other Regions scatter like roaches."
"Can't blame 'em. The other Regions are weak as hell. Always have been. Running's the smartest thing they can do."
