Day 16
They had all slept in the living room, sprawled across old, mismatched furniture and bundled under thin blankets. The bedroom was off-limits, its walls and floor splattered with zombie blood—a grim reminder of their constant peril. No one wanted to risk getting infected in some way.
The first light of dawn was barely peeking through the shattered window, casting jagged shadows across the room. Isamu was the first to wake, as usual, his body clock immune to exhaustion. He stood by the broken window, gazing out as the timer on the sky ticked down.
[04:23:21]
The cold wind howled through the cracks, ruffling his hair and making the thin fabric of his jacket cling to him. His posture was rigid, as though trying to weather the storm both inside and out.
