Chapter 118: She was still so weak.
After their late dinner, the group finally settled down for the night. The house they had taken refuge in was too small to accommodate everyone comfortably, so some people curled up in corners of the hallway with spare blankets while others shared cramped bedrooms. No one complained about this. All people tried to adjust with whatever they had.
Liora ended up with a small room at the back of the house, where she woke up today. It was barely wide enough to fit a narrow wooden bed, and with Eli already there—curled up like a cat in the far corner—there was little space for anyone else.
So, no one even tried to join them. It was the only room with a door that fully closed, and perhaps that’s why no one questioned her taking it.
Eli had fallen asleep almost the moment his head hit the thin pillow. Liora could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing, soft and even, like a calm lull in the chaos they’d lived through.
She turned slightly to glance at Eli again. His presence was familiar and same as before, but tonight something about it stirred unease in her chest.
She bit her lower lip and stared at the ceiling.
He had been there when she woke up, sitting silently by her side with that usual guarded expression. He had helped her, stayed close during the chaos, and hadn’t said a word about what had happened in the missing hours after she had blacked out. But no matter how many chances she gave him to speak, he stayed quiet. He did not utter a word about that incident.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Someone had saved them. She had no doubt about that. She had seen the damage—felt it in her bones. Their team should have died there. No one could have survived a Level 9 zombie, not in that state. Not without help, something... or someone.
And yet Eli said nothing.
Why?