Ivy stayed seated across from Raymond Thompson, her posture relaxed, a faint smile playing on her lips.
He was Dr. Thompson's son, and the irony of his current situation almost made her laugh out loud.
'Your greatest nightmare is unfolding right under your nose,' she thought coldly.
She suppressed the smirk threatening to surface and instead maintained a calm, neutral expression.
"I recently received news," Ivy spoke evenly, her voice gentle, "that the prices of supplies inside the base will be rising soon."
Raymond fell silent.
The faint smell of dust and old fabric hung in the room as his fingers tightened against his knees.
He did not have many zombie crystals. Both he and his father had always relied on their mind rather than strength, and now that Ivy had casually mentioned his father's hospitalization, he had not even dared to ask about the cost.
He already knew the answer would be devastating.
