Everyone froze in shock, heads snapping toward the sound. That terrifying figure—the Zombie King—was walking toward them, one slow, deliberate step at a time.
Laura's mouth stretched into a grin that reached her ears, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth.
"She... she's coming!" one of the girls whispered, her spine going cold.
"Why the hell does this Zombie King have ranged weapons?" a young man nearby asked, disbelief written all over his face.
"I have no idea!" a middle-aged man muttered, his expression dazed. A chilling thought crept into his mind—could she have come from a lab?
Regret hit him like a truck.
Maybe they should've listened to the team's warning. Maybe they never should've messed with her in the first place...
A few others behind them were just as speechless. With a captain like this, it felt like fate had already sealed their doom.s had been living too comfortably for too long. Their sense of danger had dulled.
