Cheers!

"Seriously? This is supposed to be my turf, so why are those two groups fighting each other up front?"

Bulldozer scratched his head, confused.

"Wait a second… don't tell me they came to my territory just to settle their own beef?"

Meanwhile, Ethan stood tall on the rooftop, his lean figure silhouetted against the sky. He'd already noticed earlier that a massive horde of zombies was heading this way, so he'd told his crew to hold back and not get involved.

Now, with the two factions going at it like there's no tomorrow, Ethan decided to just sit back and enjoy the show.

"Go on, give it your best shot!"

He even cheered them on in his head, secretly hoping they'd tear each other apart.

A red-eyed crow circled around Ethan, its raspy voice breaking the moment.

"Hey, good guy, good guy! When's dinner at your place?"

"Don't rush me. The water in the pot isn't even boiling yet," Ethan replied without even turning around.