I was the last one to take a shower, feeling the hot water as it rains on my body. It feels good, the stains and blood are being wash out.
I look down, as the shower rains on my hair and head. I sighed, as I look at my hands. “I… am alright?“ I don't know what to feel, it happened so fast that I can't process it all at once.
Zombies suddenly came, start eating students tearing their flesh. I can also go back in time if I die… I have… died. For a hundred of times already. I have died you know? The feeling of their teeth as they eat me alive… just remembering it makes me tremble in fear.
“I know it's an advantage for me… I know…” but being eaten for a hundred of times, seeing my teacher and Alex got teared and scream a hundred of times…
Is this really an ability to be grateful for? I wondered aloud, the question hanging in the steam-filled air. But without it… we're already dead. But at what cost? The toll it took on my sanity, the scars it left on my souls.
The endless loop of death and resurrection had taken its toll on me. Each time I died, I felt a piece of my sanity slipping away. How many times could a person endure such trauma before breaking completely?
…
As I wonder over my unique ability in the midst of the chaos, questions flooded my mind. "Why me?" I whispered to myself, the uncertainty echoing in the bathroom with only the drop of water can be heard. "Why am I the one given this ability?"
The answer eluded me, hidden in the enigmatic workings of fate or chance. Perhaps it was luck, or maybe a cruel twist of destiny. Whatever the reason, I couldn't deny the burden it placed upon me. The weight of countless deaths and rebirths, the trauma of witnessing my friends torn apart time and again.
"I don't know why," I admitted to myself, a mix of frustration and resignation in my tone. "But I have to make the most of it." The realization settled in, the understanding that I couldn't dwell on the 'why' but rather focus on the 'how'.
How could I use this ability to protect those I cared about? How could I break free from the cycle of death and despair? How could I find a way to a semblance of normalcy in this new, terrifying world?
"Can I really do it? Can I protect them all...?" I whispered to myself, doubts lingering in my mind like shadows in the night. With a heavy sigh, I stepped out of the shower, the warm water now a distant memory, replaced by the cool embrace of fresh clothes. The fading sound of the water brought a sense of clarity amidst the turmoil within.
As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, doubts and fears danced behind my eyes. "Will I still be myself, even after all of this?" I questioned, my voice barely audible over the silence of the room.
But then, a glimmer of determination shone through. I straightened my posture, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. "Yes," I affirmed, the conviction growing stronger with each word. "I will still be myself. No matter what challenges or horrors I face, I won't lose sight of who I am."
With renewed resolve, I joined the others, preparing for dinner.
“You're in time, let's eat” The teacher said
“Yeah, thanks” I said then sat down
As we gathered for dinner, eating in a complete silent. The tension in the air was palpable as we sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. The clinking of utensils against plates seemed unnaturally loud, breaking the quiet with sharp bursts of sound. It was as if the weight of our recent experiences had settled upon us, casting a shadow over the meal.
Alicia's father attempted to lighten the mood with small talk, asking about our backgrounds and how we had ended up in this situation. His efforts, though well-intentioned, couldn't dispel the somber atmosphere that enveloped us.
