The stormy, snow-lashed night had finally passed. The land, already blanketed in white, now lay under a fresh layer of powder, glistening under the bright morning sun. The sunlight scattered across the snow, casting a thousand tiny sparkles like stars fallen to earth.
Across Canada, the Zombie Horde was on the move—converging from every direction, the air thick with a grim, murderous tension.
On the vast, snow-covered plains, a dense mass of figures stretched as far as the eye could see. The undead swarmed over hills and valleys, their low, guttural growls rising and falling like a tide of menace. At the front of this monstrous army strode a tall, terrifying figure—their leader, a female Zombie King.
