MILDRID’S POV

Beta Tim and I stood on the hilltop, awaiting the arrival of our soon-to-be zombies. Their greed is the approval I need to go ahead with my plan.

They don’t know what is coming for them. They will be my immortal tools, and no one will be able to redeem them. I will feed them with blood, the blood of their countrymen and they will know no other meal.

My zombies. That is what they will forever be.

“Do you think they will come?” beta Tim asked.

I laughed and grabbed his chin. “Oh ye man of no faith, of course, they will” I replied and let go...