For the first time in a long while, the heavy pressure that had been weighing on her shoulders seemed to lighten.
That night, the atmosphere around the dinner table was unusually lively.
Ivy ate happily, the corners of her lips lifting again and again as she spoke with the others.
However, while she was enjoying herself, someone far away was feeling the exact opposite.
Isla. Her patience had been stretched to its absolute limit.
For a long time, she had been sending out wave after wave of zombies, hoping they could gather information about Ivy's base.
Every new group had been dispatched with the expectation that at least one of them would return with useful intelligence.
But to her growing fury, the zombies had achieved nothing.
They didn't just fail. They ruined everything.
Every single zombie she sent had died before bringing back any information.
Her fingers dug into the armrest of her chair as anger boiled inside her chest. "Useless…"
