(Brad's POV)
Mental exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and Angelo suggested, "Gelo, you should rest first." The words, though well-intentioned, felt like a temporary escape from the haunting reality that surrounded us.
*"Rest. The concept feels foreign in this surreal nightmare. How can one rest when faced with the consequences of meddling with forces beyond our understanding? I yearn for solace, yet the mental pain persists."* My inner monologue mirrored the exhaustion etched across my face.
As I retreated to a dimly lit room, the air seemed to close in on me. The whispers of regret echoed, mingling with the ghostly presence of Zombie Christelle that lingered like a phantom in the periphery.
Meanwhile, Brad, a skeptical member of our trio, expressed his disdain for the undead. "I wasn'
