The second those words left the darkness, every zombie in the basement stopped moving.
Every head, human and zombie, slowly turned toward me almost in unison while low growls started rumbling through the underground room like starving dogs finally spotting fresh meat.
If I didn't know just how awesome I was, I might have almost felt embarrassed with all the attention... but let's face it... I deserved it.
The problem was that the thing in the hole clearly thought all this attention meant ownership, and that was where our opinions were going to part ways.
I had tolerated a lot today.
I had tolerated zombie rats, questionable convenience store hotdogs, Chenghai's life choices, Zhenlan's "the rewards are worth the risk" nonsense, and an entire hotel that smelled like wet death and bad management.
What I was not going to tolerate was some basement-dwelling worm with a voice like clogged plumbing calling me his like I was a snack on a silver platter.
