"Join you guys?" Hammerhead looked hesitant.
Sensing the hesitation, Hank jumped in, laying it on thick. "We're the Overlord Squad, man. We've racked up serious achievements—took down entire zombie nests, made history…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not brag about the glory days," Big Ears cut in, pretending to be modest. "I mean, sure, I've gone on killing sprees with the boss, steamrolled Genesis Biotech's North American HQ, and commanded tens of thousands of elite zombies... but hey, no big deal."
The two of them played off each other like a well-rehearsed act, putting on a show of swagger and bravado.
If it were any regular zombie, they might've been impressed.
But Hammerhead just squinted and asked, "You guys raise pigs or something?"
"Uh…" Hank froze, caught completely off guard.
The air went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop. An awkward tension settled over the group.
"You… how'd you know?" Hank asked, genuinely curious.
