More than three hundred Zombie Heroes had escaped from Earth-2149, and this time, two-thirds of them had followed Susan out.
The already patchy snowfield was defiled once more. Like a swarm of locusts passing through, the living dead swept clean anything that looked edible wherever they went.
But because they had not eaten any people or animals, they only grew hungrier. It felt like attending someone else's wedding banquet, with all kinds of food laid out before them, yet the meal had not officially begun, so everyone could only fill up on fruit.
Appetizers, appetizers, appetizers—nothing but appetizers. There was no main course at all.
With the zombies released, Susan had little control over them. Nor did she have the inclination to manage anyone else. She simply flew relentlessly toward inhabited areas.
Hunting had always been a matter of first come, first served. She could not expect anyone to leave her a piece of meat—not even her own younger brother.
Alaska's summer climate varied greatly by region. The closer one got to the Arctic Circle, the more fickle the weather became. The temperature rose and fell constantly, and within moments, light snow had begun to fall.
That made the smoke rising from the village chimneys even harder to make out.
But zombies could see heartbeats, blood, and life. In Susan's deathly pale eyes, distant moving human-shaped heat sources filled her vision.
They seemed to be preparing lunch in the village. People moved about inside every wooden cabin, like blind boxes waiting to be opened.
The Invisible Woman's rotten tongue slid over her gums as she tasted the snowflakes.
It was hard to describe how she felt at that moment—or rather, she had no heart to feel anything with.
She casually landed at the edge of the village, casually crashed into