Blaze walked around the lair, overseeing the preparations. Honestly, it was strange seeing so many undead and humans working together. Perhaps an optimistic fool would think the invasion would lead to something good, but Blaze knew better.
It was a temporary alliance to fend off a stronger foe. The thing was that most humans thought the aliens were there to destroy them.
If they had an inkling the aliens were there to rescue them, then they'd be fighting the undead instead.
Fortunately for Blaze, the Collective viewed them all as insects. Some were important, and some weren't. They would kill the zombies and most humans. At least from what the observers had told him.
Only a select few individuals would be assimilated into the Collective's ranks. Since no one knew who would be selected and who wouldn't, for now, they had decided to fight together. A fact that was subject to change as soon as the aliens arrived.
Wasting so much time preparing for futile resistance.
