Nightmare frowned, deep in thought, clearly skeptical. "You're telling me you saw multiple Zombie Kings in his territory?"
"I saw three," Wreckhead replied after a moment of recollection, thinking back to Big Ears and the others. "Those three Zombie Kings had some skills. Honestly, they're almost on my level."
The surrounding zombies couldn't help but burst into laughter at that.
Wreckhead wasn't exactly a big deal around here—just a low-ranking lieutenant, really.
Nightmare shared their doubt. "Are you sure… they're all Zombie Kings from Los Angeles?"
"Yeah, that's what they said. They even claimed to be rulers of other cities," Wreckhead answered earnestly.
"…" Nightmare was speechless for a moment, lost in thought. He knew Wreckhead wouldn't lie, but the whole thing sounded absurd.
"And what did he say about attacking San Bernardino?"
"He said you should go ahead and start the fight. He'll decide whether to join in based on how things go," Wreckhead replied.
