Meanwhile, over in Albuquerque, a horde of zombies stood motionless under the blazing sun. Among them, Slick was gnawing on a venomous snake like it was a piece of beef jerky, tearing into it with surprising ease.
Ever since he'd fused with the serpent's crystal core, his bite had gotten a hell of a lot stronger. His power had shot up too—way more than that stubby little tail he used to have. Now it was thicker, tougher, and actually looked kind of intimidating.
"I'm heading back to L.A.," Ethan said, his voice calm but firm. "You two coming with me, or staying here?"
Slick froze mid-bite.
Boss… is leaving?
Jerky, standing nearby, was caught off guard too. If they followed Ethan, life would definitely be easier—food, water, safety, all guaranteed.
