Emma's silver light exploded across the beach like a bomb going off.
Dead people crawled out of the sand everywhere. Not just recent dead people - everyone who had ever died. A Roman soldier grabbed Kael's leg. A dinosaur roared behind them. A caveman swung a club at Marcus.
"Emma, stop!" Kael shouted, but she didn't hear him.
Her eyes had turned completely silver. Not the warm silver from before. This silver looked like ice. Cold and empty.
"Why should I stop?" Emma asked in a voice that didn't sound like her anymore. "Death is wrong. Everyone should be alive."
She raised her hands higher. More dead people climbed out of the ground. So many that the beach disappeared under moving bodies.
The sky started cracking like broken glass. Reality couldn't handle this many people existing at once.
"Emma, you're breaking everything!" Marcus yelled as he dodged a zombie pirate.
"Good," Emma said simply. "If everything breaks, I can fix it my way."
