Far beyond the reach of Zombieland, in the frozen north, a storm brewed not in the skies—but in a fortress built beneath ice and steel. Inside, a man in a silver mask stood before a glowing map. His name was Vex, the rumored leader of the Reclaimers—a rogue faction that believed the world needed to be purged completely before it could rise again.
"The child has been born," his second-in-command whispered. "The Vault confirmed it. Hybrid blood. Immune… powerful."
Vex's eyes flickered behind his mask. "Aurora."
He turned to a group of soldiers—unlike any others. Pale, fast, with veins threaded in glowing blue. Mutated through old experiments, these were the Reclaimers' secret weapons.
"We've waited for this moment. If they raise her… she becomes hope," he said. "If we take her… she becomes our weapon."
Meanwhile, a spy embedded among the survivors had already sent coordinates.
Back at Zombieland, Alina felt unease ripple through her chest. Aurora wouldn't stop crying. The sky outside grew dark with unnatural speed, and far in the forest, movement stirred. Too synchronized. Too quiet.
Ethan gripped his rifle.
"They're coming," Elena said, eyes narrowed toward the trees.
"Not just for us anymore," Alina whispered, holding Aurora close. "They want her."