Ethan narrowed his eyes, staring toward the sand dunes just outside the small town. He could sense a few human presences up there—Logan and his crew, huddled together, whispering about something, clearly scheming.
"Well, since I'm already here, might as well make myself useful," Ethan muttered with a smirk. True to his opportunistic nature, he locked onto them as his next target. In the blink of an eye, his figure faded into the air like a shadow slipping away.
Up on the dune, Logan and his guys were lying flat on their stomachs, eyes glued to the town below.
The scorching sand beneath them was starting to burn through their clothes, making it hard to stay still.
"Logan, nothing's happening," one of the guys whispered.
"Yeah, why hasn't he come out yet?" Logan frowned, clearly puzzled.
One of the lackeys scratched his head. "You think maybe he already got eaten by those Black-Skin Zombies?"
