Morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden hue onto the cracked, worn-out walls that somehow still felt warm. Faint birdsong drifted from a distance, yet inside the room, a heavy silence lingered—almost suffocating.
THUD!!
Sylvia fell from her void step, crashing into something soft and warm. More precisely—someone.
A small body let out a soft yelp, pinned beneath the weight of a zombie that, while technically dead… still had a very real, tangible mass. Sylvia blinked. Below her, a half-awake Sofia stared up with wide eyes. Her Golden hair was tousled, and she wore only a loose shirt—clearly not meant for receiving guests.
Worse yet, the morning light cut straight through the thin fabric, creating a silhouette that… was hard to ignore.
Sofia's face turned beet red.
"Ah… ah—" she stammered, unable to form words. Her heart raced, torn between anger, embarrassment, and something else entirely.
