"Boss, I think I smell humans!" one of the elite zombie underlings said, sniffing the air.
Gatorax flared his nostrils. As a fusion-type Zombie King with crocodile DNA, his sense of smell was razor-sharp.
"Hmm... Smart little bastards. The moment I showed up, they all scattered. But—" his voice dropped into a growl, "we're not letting them off that easy. After them!"
"Yes, sir!"
The underlings roared in unison, their guttural cries echoing through the swamp. One by one, they clawed their way out of the muck, leaving thick trails of sludge behind as they charged after the human scent.
Gatorax didn't roll with a small crew—he commanded a full-blown zombie horde, ten thousand strong. A grotesque, unstoppable tide of death and decay.
Up ahead, a group of humans was sprinting at full tilt. They were all Awakeners from Genesis Biotech, carrying out Richard's orders for "Operation: Lure Gator."
