"F-Flying machine?" A few of the zombies looked stunned, clearly not expecting something like that to show up.
The lead Zombie King recovered quickly. "You flew here?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Ethan replied casually, not bothering to deny it.
The once-agitated zombies suddenly lit up with excitement. This meant one thing—they could finally leave the Exile Zone.
A few of the zombie underlings rushed up to Ethan, their attitudes flipping completely as they bowed their heads with newfound respect.
"Boss, I'm with you from now on. Please, you've gotta take us with you."
"Me too! I'll do whatever you want, as long as I can get outta here."
"Same here, man."
"Count me in…"
They all scrambled to pledge their loyalty, terrified of being left behind.
Ethan, for his part, was in need of a guide—someone who could give him the lay of the land on this planet. These guys might actually be perfect for the job.
"Alright then, let's go."
"Hell yeah!"
