The supermarket was pitch-black, which was hardly normal for a place that was supposed to be open twenty-four hours a day. The unnatural silence was even more hair-raising.
Ordinary humans relied heavily on their eyesight. When darkness blocked their vision, fear of the unknown naturally followed.
Adjutant's worldwide artificial rainfall had also been handled well. After all, the main point of this trip was to play monster battles, while the secondary objective was to use natural disasters to reshuffle the social classes and prepare for humanity's future development on this Earth.
The zombies were merely there to satisfy Harley's desire for some zombie-beating entertainment.
It was not that her imagination was lacking and she could only play at an outdated zombie apocalypse. The main reason was that she had fought zombies back on Earth-0 and had found it fun to launch bags of cat litter and garbage at them with a trebuchet from a small building's rooftop.
From then on, she had her own "Zombie-Beating Festival." Whenever she wanted to celebrate something, she would want to relive the experience of beating zombies.
The logic was much like how other families ate turkey every Thanksgiving. The only difference was that the Zombie-Beating Festival was a holiday unique to her alone.
She had plenty of similar holidays, such as "Spa with Red Festival," "Gotham Fashion (Masked) Paris Runway Festival," "African Hyena Feeding Festival," and so on.
These holidays had no fixed dates. For example, going for spa treatments and beauty care with Poison Ivy happened roughly once a week.
But the more obscure holidays were celebrated at least once a year. She had a little notebook where she kept track of which holidays she had not celebrated yet that year.
It could be said that she was celebrating holidays every day, or