Ivan
"If you think the pain you're in now is hell, wait a few more days. There's so much worse for you. This is the price of failure, Wayne. I know you're still alive, you worthless, pathetic fuck. Your soul is still here. So if I don't have Dylan Jordans by tomorrow night... I hope you'll enjoy your new life as the living dead. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Without someone to sever the magic connection, what we gave you will keep feeding on you until you're obliterated. There won't be a shred of you left, but you'll still feel everything magic demands. I hope you enjoy the show The Walking Dead because that's what you're about to become!"
The message ends, and no one speaks. So what the fuck were we supposed to say? This was the third time we'd replayed the voicemail, and it still didn't sound real. Of what I'd hoped to find, this wasn't it. Zombies? Really?
