Not long after, they slept on the cold ceramic floors of the pharmacy, their bodies aching from days of constant movement. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood from their earlier battles. The hard surface beneath them offered no comfort, but exhaustion claimed them regardless.
Day 15
'Another day, and for what? We're gonna walk again, maybe find other players, maybe they'll be friendly, maybe they won't. Maybe they'll kill us and save me from all this.. surviving shenanigans… I mean, truly… isn't it easier to die instead of existing in such a reality? Are we all so afraid of dying that we'd rather live in hell on earth? Have we stooped so low, are we that idiotic? Our only goal in life now is survival. Is that even living? We might as well be the walking dead outside if that's the case,' Isamu thought as he let himself fall off a high-rise building in his mind's eye.
