A Fake Necklace from My Husband Before The Zombie Apocalypse
Fresh blood sprayed, staining the tactical helmet visor worn by Alice. In front of her, inside the dimly lit laboratory corridor, a soldier let out a piercing scream that was abruptly cut short. The man's throat had been torn open, executed by the grip of a creature that no longer resembled a human being. Its skin was gray and decaying, its eyes white without pupils, and its jaw dripped with saliva mixed with black fluid.
Alice screamed, but the sound caught in her throat. This was not merely an ordinary dream. It was a vision that struck her consciousness like a sledgehammer. Exactly 60 days from now, the world she knew would be destroyed.