In the heart of the Canadian necro-nest, a horde of zombies had gathered. At the center, Sophia and Malcolm were deep in discussion, strategizing their next harassment tactics.
"Our Zombie Horde might be massive," Sophia said, analyzing the situation, "but if we go head-to-head with the American Zombie King, we might not come out on top."
"Why not?" Malcolm frowned, clearly not convinced.
Sophia explained, "Because that guy's elite squad is no joke. Every one of his lieutenants is a top-tier evolved zombie. Especially those who've been juiced up with that enhancement serum—they're monsters. Each one could take on ten of ours solo. And when they fight together? Their damage output multiplies like crazy."
"Damn it! Where the hell did he get that kind of serum?"
