Chapter 51 Zombie blues

***POV - Melaena bambina = little child / madre = mother My eyes flutter open and a beam of light blinds me for a second or two. I sit up and see that the curtains are slightly drawn, letting in the light from the midmorning sun. I look around frantically grabbing my phone from the nightstand. It s almost seven. I cringe, not physically ready to get my body out of bed. It s Christmas day and Uncle John invited us over for dinner. I see I ve missed a message. D: Merry Christmas my love. You don t look well but don t worry, we ll be together soon. Will this guy never stop? I for sure don t have any energy left to deal with the likes of him. These last two weeks almost killed me! Each night I dragged my can t-keep-my-eyes-open exhausted body through a bath and into bed, not eating much. It s been hectic to study while working on our game project as well as helping out at the club. With Enrique doing his shoot in Berlyn, Ilkay cramming in exams between his shif