Gelo stood frozen in his dimly lit living room, the weight of the recent revelation settling heavily on his shoulders. The air felt thick with an eerie silence as he grappled with the reality that the police had identified the lifeless body in the morgue as the real Christelle. His mind raced, a tempest of conflicting emotions swirling within.
*"Christelle... dead? How could this be true? It's like the ground beneath me has crumbled away, leaving me suspended in a void of disbelief."* Gelo thought, his eyes fixed on a family photo on the wall, memories flashing before him.
Zombie Christelle emerged from the shadows, her movements unnaturally slow and deliberate. Her touch sent a shiver down Gelo's spine, as if a cold breeze had swept through the room. The sensation was both haunting and
