On the steep, snow-covered mountainside, a swarm of zombies clawed their way upward.
Their eyes gleamed with hunger, like starving wolves catching the scent of prey.
"We're finally gonna feast! Don't any of you dare try to snatch my share!" one of the zombies snarled, scrambling over the icy rocks, desperate to be the first to the top.
Leading the charge was the Splitjaw Zombie King. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she barked out, "By the way, how strong are those humans up there?"
"Don't worry, boss. They're weak—real weak. The moment they see us, they run. Barely any fight in 'em," her lieutenant replied confidently.
"Good." Splitjaw Zombie King relaxed at that, her anticipation for the slaughter growing. She picked up speed, claws digging into the frozen slope.
The summit was getting closer by the second.
With a powerful kick, she launched herself like a missile, soaring through the air and landing hard on the cliff's edge.
"Finally made it up…"
