All of them had silver hair.
Their expressions were calm, almost detached, yet their presence carried an unexplainable pressure that made Ivy instinctively tense.
They looked at her. And one of them spoke.
"The ti is about to arrive. You should prepare yourself."
The voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it echoed strangely, as though it ca from every direction at once.
Ivy frowned, confusion flashing across her face.
"What does that even an?" she demanded, her tone sharp. "And who are you people?"
For a brief mont, the silver-haired figures went silent.
They seed to pause... as if considering sothing.
Then one of them spoke again.
"You should think carefully about that question," the figure said calmly. "Rather than asking us... you should communicate with those who are ready to save you."
Ivy’s frown deepened, irritation creeping in.
’What kind of nonsense is this?’
Before she could press further, another voice followed.
"You should also learn more about agriculture," it said, almost casually. "And understand politics."
Ivy blinked. "What—?"
But before she could finish, they vanished. Just like that.
Ivy stood there, speechless.
’They co into my dreams... say a bunch of cryptic nonsense... and then leave?’ she thought, annoyance flickering in her eyes.
’Do they think I can just magically understand all that?’
With a faint roll of her eyes, her consciousness snapped back.
She woke up.
The faint scent of the room grounded her, the softness of the bed beneath her reminding her that it had all been a dream.
But not just any dream. Her brows furrowed slightly.
’I’ve seen them before ...’
A mory surfaced.
They had appeared once before... on the day she reunited with her family.
Taking a slow breath, she shook her head, pushing the thought aside.
’Whatever... I’ll deal with it later.’
While Ivy dismissed the dream for the ti being, far away, Helena and Victor were making their own decisions.
After knowing their daughter’s suffering, sothing inside them had changed.
’Karma... is still chasing us,’ Victor thought, his jaw tightening.
If that was the case... then they would change it.
They began using their savings, their earnings, everything they had accumulated, to buy antidotes and cure zombies whenever possible.
Their actions were quiet, almost unnoticed, but each life they saved added sothing invisible to their existence.
Sothing... good.
What they didn’t realize was that their karma was slowly shifting.
At the sa ti, the Silvy base continued to grow.
Humanity itself seed to inch closer to the end of the apocalypse.
The antidote existed, but only within Silvy Base.
That was, until one person changed everything.
A resident had awakened a rare ability, communication.
His power stretched across vast distances, allowing him to connect with minds thousands of kiloters away.
His range extended nearly ten thousand kiloters, making him a living bridge between isolated bases.
And Ivy, she imdiately saw its value.
’If we can cure zombies here... why not everywhere?’
So she hired him. Through him, the ssage spread.
"The antidote is available at Silvy Base."
The words traveled farther than any vehicle could.
Hope began to move.
’Once this ends...’ Ivy thought one day, a faint smile appearing on her lips, ’currency will stabilize again... trade will resu... and I’ll beco ridiculously rich.’
She even laughed softly at the thought. But the laughter didn’t last.
Her expression dimd slightly. ’Forrero ...’
She needs to find him first.
anwhile, the communicator finally connected with another base.
And this one was massive. A military base.
Far larger and more fortified than Silvy Base itself.
Though the people inside were suffering, many sick, many on the verge of collapse, they had managed to survive.
The mont the connection was established, he reached out.
And soon, his thoughts linked with General Luke’s.
"I’m contacting you from Silvy Base," the communicator conveyed. "We have the antidote for the zombie virus."
On the other end, Luke frowned. Suspicion filled his eyes.
"An antidote?" he muttered, his tone skeptical. "If that’s true, you can co here and prove it."
His voice turned firr.
"If Silvy Base really has it... then you should be the ones to demonstrate it. Once verified, we’ll consider purchasing."
Even as he said it, he didn’t truly believe it.
’Probably just another scam,’ he thought dismissively, choosing not to report it further.
.................
But two days later, a jeep appeared outside the base.
A flag fluttered atop it.
The flag of Silvy Base. It moved with the wind, bold and unfamiliar, its design crafted by Ember herself.
At first, the guards were wary. Then, a large cloth was raised.
"The antidote is here."
The words were clear. Direct. Impossible to ignore. General Luke was stunned.
"Check the vehicle," he ordered imdiately.
The soldiers moved quickly, scanning for explosives or traps.
When nothing suspicious was found, the gates were opened.
The jeep entered. As the people stepped out, Luke’s sharp gaze fixed on them.
Ivana stepped forward, her posture calm, her expression confident.
"We brought the antidote," she said, her voice steady. "You can test it imdiately."
Luke narrowed his eyes. Suspicion lingered heavily.
Still, he picked up a bottle.
The liquid inside shimred faintly.
Without wasting ti, he turned and walked outside.
Nearby, a restrained zombie struggled weakly, its growls low and hoarse.
Using his psychokinetic ability, Luke immobilized it completely, holding it in place as if pinned by invisible chains.
Then, he poured the antidote into its mouth.
Everyone watched. Ti passed.
One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing.
Luke’s expression darkened. ’I knew it ...’
Disappointnt turned into irritation as he began to turn back toward Ivana and the others.
But before he could speak, a collective gasp erupted behind him.
He froze. Slowly, he turned around.
The zombie was changing.
Its decayed skin shifted, the lifeless gray fading into a healthier tone. Its twisted features relaxed, and its movents stilled.
And then, it beca human.
Luke’s eyes widened.
Shock flooded his face as his grip faltered, his control slipping for just a mont.
His mouth fell open slightly.
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