Sophia's brow furrowed deeply. Standing before her was the Zombie King known as PhD—an old nemesis. He had a nasty habit of ambushing his enemies, and back in the day, he'd taken out more than a few of her people.
"Hmph. But things are different now," she growled, eyes flashing with menace. "I'm not that weak little human anymore. I'm a Zombie King too. Let's see what you've got now."
She wasn't afraid. Not really. The horde behind PhD was just the leftover scraps from the Los Angeles Zombie Horde—old, injured, and barely functional. Sure, they'd been modified, but there weren't many of them. She figured she had a fighting chance.
But then PhD's eyes narrowed, and without warning, a wave of psychic energy lashed out like a steel spike, slamming straight into her mind.
"Ahhh—!"
Sophia didn't even have time to react. Her brain felt like it had been doused in boiling oil. She screamed, collapsing to her knees as her vision blurred and a wave of dizziness crashed over her.
