Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

Continue narration seamlessly in the same voice and tone. Imagine walking through a quiet, unassuming graveyard in the dead of night. The air is still, the headstones worn down by a century of rain. But beneath your feet, buried six feet deep in damp earth, are coffins lined with thick lead. If y…

Continue narration seamlessly in the same voice and tone. Imagine walking through a quiet, unassuming graveyard in the dead of night. The air is still, the headstones worn down by a century of rain. But beneath your feet, buried six feet deep in damp earth, are coffins lined with thick lead. If you lowered a Geiger counter into the soil right now, it would begin to click… faster, and faster… breaking the silence. The bodies inside those coffins are no longer entirely human. They have been alt