"You... what the hell are you talking about?" The slightly chubby vampire's brow furrowed in disbelief. "If Lord Crimson Count finds out about this, he'll wipe you all out!"
"Maybe he could, maybe he couldn't," Lil' B grinned wide, flashing two rows of razor-sharp teeth. "But right now... I'm gonna wipe you out."
The vampires' faces twisted in shock. Tens of thousands of zombies had just turned traitor, and now the terrifying American Zombie King had entered the fray. What came next was anyone's guess—but it sure as hell wasn't gonna be pretty.
The chubby vampire's heart pounded with fear. For the first time, he was truly scared.
"Wait, wait—maybe you should think this through. If you stick with us vampires, you'll be on the winning side. We've got an endless supply of fresh blood and meat—"
SMACK!
Lil' B didn't let him finish. He swung his claw hard across the vampire's face, tearing off a huge chunk of skin.
