At this moment, Ethan was walking through an open plain, heading back to Los Angeles. In the distance, a river flowed gently, surrounded by lush greenery.
The small animals that had been parasitized by monsters were nowhere to be seen now. Occasionally, a few zombies wandered aimlessly, drifting through the landscape.
But then, out of nowhere, a deafening roar erupted in the distance, like a massive bell shattering the sky, its echoes lingering in the air.
The nearby zombies, previously sluggish, instantly became ferocious, as if summoned. They charged madly toward the source of the roar.
Ethan understood the meaning behind the sound—it was clearly a signal for a zombie attack.
"Is there a Zombie King out hunting?" he wondered to himself. But in this post-apocalyptic world, it wasn't exactly a rare occurrence. He'd seen it all before.
The direction of the roar, though, seemed to be coming from Rancho Cucamonga.
