'Is this really worse than being dragged out of your peaceful world and thrown into the corpse of a man who took his own life? A man whose burdens I now carry like a second skin?'
Merek squinted, a flicker of exhaustion in his eyes.
'Whether I like it or not, I'm saddled with his memories… his emotions. His regrets. Compared to my situation, you still have more hope.'
He sighed heavily, the breath leaving his lungs like smoke from a dying fire.
"Have some faith," he said, his voice low but steady. "At the very least, we've been given the chance to grow stronger, to survive this inhumane world. Giving up now… right after taking down a Stage-1 zombie, something that could've wiped out our entire group in minutes? I'd call that nothing but foolishness."
