Not far away, a security guard furrowed his brows. Something felt off. Ethan wasn't wearing a nano-combat suit like the others—he was dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored black dress pants, looking sharp and composed. From the moment he appeared at the hatch, the guard had a nagging sense of déjà vu.
And then it hit him.
The Zombie King file!
His heart skipped a beat. The man standing before him was a perfect match for the records from Los Angeles. There was no doubt—this had to be that terrifying Zombie King.
Yet, the Japanese Awakeners were actually approaching him, asking for his help. The realization sent a chill down the guard's spine.
"Hey! Stay away from him! He's not human!" the guard warned.
"Huh?" The Japanese Awakeners froze, turning to look at him with puzzled expressions.
Not human?
But Ethan looked perfectly normal—handsome, clean, even smiling slightly. He didn't resemble some kind of flesh-eating monster at all.
