I landed in a jungle far from the enemy empire. As a spy, I was bound to gather information about the enemy. This was a dense jungle, and I moved forward with the cover of long trees and dark passages. Soon, I found myself ahead of the empire wall. I searched for any hole or ladder to climb over, but there was none. Finally, I took out my wire equipment and, using it, I reached over the wall.

The scene beyond was horrifying. A massive army of zombies stood ready to attack us. Among them, I recognized many of our fallen soldiers, now reanimated and poised to fight against us. I quickly took some pictures and prepared to escape. Suddenly, one of our dead soldiers spotted me and shouted in my direction. I leapt off the wall and ran back into the jungle, but it was now filled with zombies.

One of them attacked my head, and I fainted into the dark.

I awoke in the same desolate landscape depicted in the image. The endless sea of skeletal beings surrounded me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. The hooded figure, who I now realized was their leader, stood before me, silently watching. The chilling realization dawned on me that I was no longer a spy in enemy territory but a captive in a land of the dead.

The fight for survival had just begun, and I was alone in a nightmare from which there seemed no escape.