Boneclaw was completely speechless. He asked them a simple question, and all he got was a bunch of blank stares. What the hell was the point of having these guys around?
But just as he was silently cursing their uselessness, a figure strolled over from the distance, moving at a lazy, unhurried pace. His skin was a dull yellowish hue, dry and cracked, and his eyes were mismatched in size—classic signs of the fringe-zone Zombie Leader, Peanut.
The moment Boneclaw laid eyes on him, his blood pressure spiked.
Just look at this guy. What a mess.
"Where the hell have you been?" Boneclaw snapped.
"I went for a walk," Ethan replied casually, perfectly mimicking Peanut's voice and expression.
"...Huh???" Boneclaw froze, his face scrunching up like he'd just been slapped with a wet rag.
A walk? Now? Are you kidding me?
