Meanwhile, upstairs, Souta taking a shower, thinking about thr consequences he have done, the moon's gentle glow filtered through the window, casting an ethereal pattern on the bathroom floor. Souta, showering in the semi-darkness, stared at the window, his mind a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions

What will I do now? I killed a person, The olman killed himself, and those zombies that I killed… they were once humans in the past. Looking at my hands, I can't seems to wash off the blood stains.

What have I done? Hiding in many reasons that I did those to survive and to protect my love ones, but those once people I killed have families too.

…

The rhythmic sound of water droplets hitting the floor echoed in sync with my's troubled thoughts. The steam from the shower wrapped around me like a shroud, a fleeting attempt to wash away not only the physical stains but also the weight on my conscience.

My reflection in the misted bathroom mirror appeared distorted, mirroring the chaos within my mind. The moon's glow outside seemed to mock me, casting shadows that danced in a silent judgment on the tiles beneath my feet.

"I had to survive. I had to protect them," I whispered to myself, but the words felt hollow in the solitude of the bathroom. I traced the scars on my body, souvenirs from the battles fought in the unforgiving world outside.

As the water continued its cleansing cascade, I grappled with the consequences of my actions. The faces of those I had encountered flashed before me – the old man, the transformed zombies, and the struggles of the living. The distinction between right and wrong blurred in the harsh light of reality.

Leaning against the shower wall, I let out a heavy sigh. "Can we truly call this survival when it feels like we're losing our humanity in the process?"

The moonlight's embrace and the soothing water served as witnesses to his inner turmoil, leaving me standing in the aftermath of choices that carved deep into the core of his being.

The rhythmic sound of water droplets hitting the floor echoed in sync with Souta's troubled thoughts. The steam from the shower wrapped around him like a shroud, a fleeting attempt to wash away not only the physical stains but also the weight on his conscience.

His reflection in the misted bathroom mirror appeared distorted, mirroring the chaos within his mind. The moon's glow outside seemed to mock him, casting shadows that danced in a silent judgment on the tiles beneath his feet.

"I had to survive. I had to protect them," Souta whispered to himself, but the words felt hollow in the solitude of the bathroom. He traced the scars on his body, souvenirs from the battles fought in the unforgiving world outside.

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As the water continued its cleansing cascade, Souta grappled with the consequences of his actions. The faces of those he had encountered flashed before him – the old man, the transformed zombies, and the struggles of the living. The distinction between right and wrong blurred in the harsh light of reality.

Leaning against the shower wall, Souta let out a heavy sigh. "Can we truly call this survival when it feels like we're losing our humanity in the process?"

The moonlight's embrace and the soothing water served as witnesses to his inner turmoil, leaving Souta standing in the aftermath of choices that carved deep into the core of his being.

I turned off the shower, the silence accentuating the weight of my contemplations. Droplets cascaded down my body, echoing in the stillness of the bathroom. I reached for a towel, wrapping it around myself as I faced the reflection in the misted mirror.

The room held a poignant stillness, broken only by the distant echoes of Amy and Steff's muted conversation downstairs. My steps were deliberate as I moved towards the window, drawn to the ethereal pattern the moonlight painted on the floor.

"What's left of me in this world?" J wondered aloud, my voice barely audible. The city below, once teeming with life, now lay silent under the moon's watchful gaze. The truth of survival, tinged with the guilt of lost humanity, weighed heavily on my shoulders.

In the soft glow of the moon, I found himself at a crossroads, caught between the necessity of survival and the cost it exacted on my soul. My journey through this apocalyptic landscape had reshaped me, leaving scars that extended far beyond the visible ones on my skin.

As the moon continued its celestial vigil, I confronted the shadows within, uncertain of the path that lay ahead, and haunted by the ghosts of choices made in the name of survival.

In the middle of the night, Amy woke up, but she didn't find Steff by her side, "Steff!?" worriedly she rushed outside the room, there she saw Steff upstairs standing on front of the door of my room.

Amy immediately rushes towards Steff and

whispered hesitantly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Amy? Why are you here?" Steff asked in a whisper voice, didn't expect to see her.

"That was supposed to be my question," Amy whispered back

Steff's sigh echoed through the room, her determination cutting through the air. "I need to comfort Souta," she declared boldly.

"Huh? How?" Amy, perplexed, questioned Steff.

Steff's response was resolute. "With my presence, with understanding. And yes, with my body."

Amy protested, "What!? No! That's too intimate and indecent!"

Steff's gaze held unwavering conviction. "Amy, how else are we going to help Souta? The old man was like a father to him, and he's grappling with taking a life. If we don't do something, he might lose himself."

Amy, uneasy, stammered, "But those intimate acts are meant for lovers, not friends."

Steff met Amy's eyes seriously. "I love Souta."

Amy hesitated, processing Steff's revelation. "What about me? I also love Souta."

Steff's response was unexpected. "I've noticed, Amy. You've been keeping your distance since high school, your feelings evident even if unspoken. I was ready to step back for you. But in the face of uncertainty, I want to love him with everything I have, even if it means risking our friendship."

Amy, caught off guard, confessed, "I do love Souta... I want him all to myself. I can't bear to see him with another woman."

In the dimly lit room, the weight of their emotions hung in the air, creating a complex tapestry of love, sacrifice, and the impending challenges they faced in this unraveling world.

The air between them grew heavy with the unspoken tension of conflicting emotions. Steff's gaze softened as she spoke with a mix of empathy and determination, "Amy, I understand your feelings, and I don't want to hurt you. But in times like these, where our world is falling apart, we need to prioritize Souta's well-being. If there's a chance to bring him solace, we can't let personal feelings get in the way."

Amy wrestled with her own emotions, torn between loyalty, love, and the harsh reality of their circumstances. "I... I don't want to lose him," she admitted, her voice filled with vulnerability.

Steff approached Amy, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We won't lose him. If anything, we might help him find stability in this chaos. Our friendship might change, but if it means helping Souta navigate through this darkness, isn't it worth the risk?"

As the two friends grappled with the complexities of their feelings, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing Souta, just got woke up, The moonlit glow outlined his weary expression as he silently observed the unfolding conversation.