Nia slowly began to slip into nightmare. Her paradise of a dream became twisted. Blood flew like petals. Corpses lay like trampled roses, oozing blood and organs. Nia soon found that within her nightmare she was now in a large pool of blood, she had killed everyone. And then the corpses came back. They stood up, guts pouring out of their open wounds, broken bones, slashed bodies, living dead. The corpses walked towards Nia and picked her up. She was thrown into a torture chamber, and then tortured. Nia began to shiver and shake in her sleep. She broke out in a cold sweat. She was fine with killing but never reanimated corpses. The dream was no longer paradise.