로그인Finn's POVI opened one eye and found Karl pulling on his shirt beside his bed, his hair sticking out in several directions.He noticed me looking and gave me a small smile."Morning," he greeted.I grunted in response before rolling onto my back. The room was still dim, and the thought of getting out of bed to spend another day doing whatever work the sanctuary needed made me want to pull the blanket over my head.Karl seemed to understand that I wasn't interested in conversation. He finished dressing, picked up his shoes, and waited by the door.I eventually dragged myself out of bed.We went downstairs to the common hall, where several people were already gathered. Damon stood near the front with a small notebook in his hand, assigning people to different tasks.I collected a piece of bread and stood beside Karl while we waited for our names to be called. I wasn't particularly interested in what needed doing. As far as I was concerned, any task that involved lifting, scrubbing, or
Karl's POVI thought getting some sleep in the afternoon would help, but apparently, my body had other plans.I'd managed to rest for a couple of hours the previous day, which was more than I'd gotten in a while. Unfortunately, whatever relief that had given me disappeared when I spent the entire night staring at the ceiling again. By morning, my eyes felt heavy, my head ached, and I was beginning to wonder whether I'd forgotten how to sleep.I eventually gave up trying and got out of bed.Finn was already awake, sitting on his mattress and pulling on his shoes. He glanced at me when I stood, his eyes briefly settling on my face.“You look terrible,” he commented.“Good morning to you too,” I replied, rubbing my eyes.“Did you sleep at all?”“A little.”He gave me a look that suggested he didn't believe me, but he didn't push it. I wasn't particularly interested in discussing my sleeping problems either. I washed my face, changed my shirt, and followed him downstairs.The common hall
Finn's POVI woke up to the sound of someone moving around the room.For a moment, I thought it was still the middle of the night, but the faint light coming through the curtains told me otherwise. I rolled onto my back, blinking at the ceiling before turning towards the other bed. Karl was sitting on the edge of his mattress, pulling on his shoes. His hair was a mess, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes that made him look considerably worse than he had the previous evening.“Are you going somewhere?” I asked, my voice rough with sleep.Karl glanced at me. “No. I'm just getting ready for the day.”I looked at the clock on the little table between our beds. It was barely morning, and he already looked like he had been awake for hours. Actually, considering how much he'd been tossing and turning the previous night, he probably had been.“Did you even sleep?” I asked.“A little,” he answered, looking away.I frowned. That was clearly a lie, but I didn't feel like arguing with hi
Karl's POVI couldn't stop thinking about Betsy.Even after we returned to the sanctuary, even after I had eaten the small portion of food handed to me and listened to Damon explain our findings to the others, the image of her crawling across that classroom stayed with me. I kept remembering the way she had moved, the way she had gone straight for Eric's neck, and how quickly she had closed the distance between us. It was difficult to accept that someone we'd once known as an ordinary student could become something so different.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor while the room slowly grew quieter. Finn was somewhere behind me, moving around and occasionally opening drawers, but I barely registered what he was doing. My thoughts had become a mess of questions, each one leading to another until I couldn't remember what I'd been thinking about in the first place.We had assumed the infection followed certain rules. The zombies could smell us, but they generally left us al
Karl’s POVHe barely had time to react before I shoved Eric out of the way and grabbed Betsy by the shoulder, throwing her off balance before she could sink her teeth into his neck. She crashed onto the floor with a heavy thud, her limbs thrashing wildly as she twisted around to face us. The sight of her made my stomach turn. Her skin had turned an ugly gray, black veins spreading from her neck across her face, and her mouth hung open as she snapped her teeth at the air.“Oh my God, she's a zombie!” Damon exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief.“We need to get out of here,” Gavin said urgently, already backing towards the door.Nobody argued with him. We hurried towards the exit, but I couldn't stop myself from glancing over my shoulder. Betsy was struggling to get back onto her feet, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, yet there was something frighteningly purposeful about the way she followed us. She wasn't stumbling around aimlessly like the other zombies we'd encountered. She w
Karl's POVThe streets looked nothing like the campus I remembered. Everything was eerily quiet, and the few zombies we had encountered earlier seemed to have disappeared almost entirely.It was strange. We had expected the streets to be crawling with infected people, yet the farther we walked, the more deserted everything became. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was drawing them away from us, although I had no idea what that something could be.Damon walked ahead while Eric and Gavin kept close to me. We had agreed to search the surrounding buildings in pairs.I stopped in front of the familiar structure and tilted my head towards the upper floor. I had studied history for years, and the building was one of the few places I knew well enough to navigate without getting lost."What's wrong?" Gavin asked."Nothing. I just thought we should check here."Damon followed my gaze towards the wide balcony overlooking the courtyard. It had several chairs and small tables, and the







