Two elite zombies crept up to the shack, hesitating at the door. One of them reached out a claw, just about to push it open—
when with a creak, the door swung open on its own.
Peanut's unmistakable face appeared in the doorway. "What the hell are you two doing?"
"Uh, n-nothing, sir," one of the elite zombies stammered. "We just wanted to check if… if everything was okay with you."
"What could possibly be wrong with me?" Ethan, now disguised as Peanut, swept his gaze past the two elites to the horde of zombies standing behind them. His voice sharpened. "Why are you all just standing around?"
"Didn't you tell us to gather here?" the zombie replied, confused. "You said zombies from other regions of Necroterra were gonna attack, and we needed to be ready for battle."
"They're not coming anymore," Ethan said casually. "Everyone can disperse. Go find something to eat, hunt a bit, do whatever you were doing before."
The zombies blinked in surprise, then broke into grins.
