In the dream, she saw a zombie king.
A woman with skin so pale it looked drained of all life, as though blood had long abandoned her veins.
Her long black hair hung loosely down her back, dull and lifeless, swaying slightly as she walked.
Everything about her screamed death.
She moved slowly, dragging her feet across the ruined ground, step by step, heading straight toward Ivy's base.
The closer she got, the heavier the air became.
The moment she crossed the range of the base, she began killing people standing in line, one person after another.
There was no hesitation, no mercy. Screams echoed through the base as panic spread like wildfire.
Soon, soldiers arrived, their boots pounding against the ground, weapons raised.
Yet even against them, the young woman moved effortlessly.
Bullets barely slowed her, blades shattered on contact, and bodies fell one after another until fear overtook everyone.
