"Oh, please," Ethan said with a casual wave of his hand, his tone just the right mix of dismissive and confident. "There's no slaughter coming anytime soon. The higher-ups are just trying to keep you guys on edge so you don't slack off. Necroterra's massive—those other four regions aren't gonna just show up overnight."
The elite zombies exchanged glances, nodding slowly.
"Yeah… makes sense," one of them muttered. "I mean, Necroterra's huge. Who knows if those other hordes even have the guts to come here?"
"No kidding," another chimed in. "Back when our Zombie Horde marched out of Heartland, we had them pissing themselves. They ran straight into Xenorift with their tails between their legs. Now they wanna come back for revenge? Please."
"Who knows what they're thinking. Anyway, let's head back. Didn't you say you had something important to report?"
"..."
The group turned and started heading into the forest.
