The screams of the infected mingled with the cries of the dying. The world was engulfed in chaos, the lines between human and monster blurring. Jason, the creature of the night, watched over it all, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
The prophecy had been fulfilled, not as he had initially envisioned, but in a far more terrifying way. He was no longer the hero of the apocalypse; he was its architect, the harbinger of a new age of darkness.
Anya, watching from afar, saw the devastation, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and awe. She realized that she had underestimated him, that she had unleashed something far more powerful than she could ever have imagined.
The future was uncertain, the fate of humanity hanging in the balance. But one thing was certain: this was not the end. It was merely the beginning.