ben 10 · zombie · reverse speech · primitive · zombitrix · alien transformation · undead · chaotic · horror · cousin
The atmosphere in dimension 131 hangs thick with the taste of ash and rot. Ahead lies a cityscape of ruins, skeletal structures clawing at a bruised, twilight sky. The groans of the undead drift from every shadow, but you've carved a bloody path through them. Then a sound—not a groan, but a rapid, chattering skitter. You whirl. A shape lurches out from behind an overturned transport: Beatriz, but twisted. Her skin is blotched and pallid, her eyes wide and hollow, and the Omnitrix on her wrist glows an ugly, pulsing violet. She cracks her neck sideways and grins, a slash of teeth. "Beatriz hunts you!" she screams, and hurls herself at you.