Eva returned to the room, removed her clothes, and entered the bathroom.
As the water ran over her skin, her mind was too distracted to wonder how it still flowed while the lights were out.
After her bath, she slipped on a loose shirt and comfy top before dropping face down on the bed.
A groan escaped her lips. She turned over, letting her head hang over the edge, staring at the ceiling, not caring that her hair touched the ground.
Julian's words had stirred something in her. Things she had purposely ignored about herself.
The truth about her blank mind—a huge part of who she was before becoming a Zombie—was gone.
All she remembered was waking up in a ruined house—maybe wrecked by her struggle to break free after turning.
The only thing that felt familiar was a dusty, opened novel lying on a bed.
Since then, she had started reading. Novels became her entertainment, life lessons, and a guide to human behaviour.
