As soon as the video call connected, Richard's old, stern face filled the massive screen on the wall. His brows were furrowed, his expression grim.
"What the hell happened over there?"
"Richard... you wouldn't believe it," Nathan said, looking like a man betrayed by the universe itself. "The two major zombie nests were about to go head-to-head. I was just about to swoop in and wipe them both out. But then... Sophia turned on the company. She brought people with her and teamed up with the Black Hand Legion."
He sniffled dramatically, eyes glistening with fake tears. His performance could've earned him an Oscar.
Richard's frown deepened, his face darkening even more.
"Sophia, she... damn it…"
"I'm sorry, Richard," Nathan said, voice full of righteous regret. "I failed to eliminate the Zombie King. I let you and the company down."
"No, no—don't say that," Richard cut in quickly, shaking his head. "This isn't your fault. Not at all."
He even tried to offer a few words of comfort.
