Ethan had originally planned to slack off for a few more days, but with the humans now making moves in Santa Monica, it was only a matter of time before they took action.
The problem was, Ethan had no idea when exactly they'd strike. So, all he could do was wait at home. The feeling? It was like waiting for a package to arrive—equal parts anticipation and frustration.
For the next few days, everything in Ethan's territory remained calm. No surprises, no disturbances.
That is, until one evening at sunset. The sky was painted a deep, bloody red, casting an eerie glow over the land. The river shimmered under the fading light, reflecting an unsettling crimson hue.
Then, from the direction of Mount Wilson, a piercing zombie roar shattered the stillness. Birds scattered in flocks, their cries sharp as they fled into the sky.
