It was evening when the villa began to stir again, slow and eerie, as if everyone had been remote-controlled to rise at the same time. The hallways creaked softly with movement. Bedroom doors opened one after another. Footsteps dragged lazily along the floors.
They looked like zombies.
Natalie stumbled out first, wearing an oversized shirt with a crooked bun that looked more like a failed art project. She blinked at the light, shielding her eyes like a vampire who hadn't seen the sun in decades. Noah wasn't far behind her, hair sticking in every direction, his hoodie backwards and a pillow mark branded on his cheek.
Henry emerged next, shirtless, with one sock on and his shorts barely clinging to his waist. He stared at the kitchen as though it were a hallucination.
Abraham grumbled something about dying, crawling to the living room like the air was too heavy.
Only Lorenzo looked human.
