But now... he had become Ivy's husband.
And Ivy? She had almost become… a goddess in this broken world.
And Isla...she let out a hollow breath.
'I became… a zombie king…'
Jealousy twisted violently within her, sharp and consuming.
'I'll destroy her… no matter what it takes …'
Without wasting another second, she retreated, vanishing into the distance before the guards could reach her.
Time passed. And obsession led her to observe. To learn. To search for weaknesses.
Eventually...she found one. The base's outer defense.
The hunters.
From atop the walls, they targeted zombies using specially designed arrows.
Once the arrow pierced through a zombie's body, a rope attached to it would be used to drag the corpse inward.
Or sometimes they used some balls to restrain the zombies.
'They're… pulling them inside …'
Her eyes gleamed. 'That's my way in …'
Soon, she positioned herself near one of those hunting zones.
