In a world where the dead walked the earth, Lyra was a peculiar anomaly. While most humans cowered behind barricades or ran from the moaning undead, she navigated with a fearless audacity that defied the apocalypse itself. Her white hair, tied in an unruly ponytail, fluttered behind her as she strolled through the shattered streets like a lazy Sunday in the park, ignoring the chaos around her. With her bright red eyes hidden behind a pair of


