Before long, a large number of people had climbed to the rooftop of a tall building, looking down at the dense tide of corpses below with detachment. In their eyes, this mass of zombies, so thick it could make one's scalp tingle, might as well have been non-existent. Their focus was solely on the Zombie Dragon, three hundred meters in length!
These individuals were members of the Zombie God Cult, and that Zombie Dragon was the mount of the Zombie King!
They worshipped the fearsome Zombie King, praying that he might grant them a stable life.
To let them coexist peacefully with zombies and end this damned Apocalypse!
The rooftop, once spacious, was now packed full of people. The first thing they did upon arriving was unanimously kneel before the massive Zombie Dragon, as if it had emerged from primeval times!