Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Grief

As the night turned to dawn, Ryo's tears slowly dried, leaving his face streaked with grief. But his heart still ached, the pain of their loss a constant reminder. He knew that he had to let them go, but the memory of their love would stay with him forever. He placed a gentle kiss on each of their foreheads, his lips trembling as he did so.

With a heavy heart and a newfound determination, Ryo stood, his arms still wrapped around Sakura and Aiko. He held them close for a few more moments, imprinting their presence in his heart and soul.

Then, with a deep sigh, he gently lowered their bodies to the ground. He knew that he had to let them rest, but the pain of their loss was overwhelming. He stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, his head bowed in grief. The silence that followed was heavy and oppressive, the only sound being the soft whisper of the wind through the trees.

Ryo took a shuddering breath and lifted their lifeless bodies in his arms. He carried them inside, his steps heavy and his heart breaking with each step. He laid them down gently on a makeshift bed, his eyes never leaving their faces. With a damp cloth, he washed away the blood and grime, his fingers trembling as he tended to their wounds.

He wanted to honor their memory, to show them the respect and love they deserved.

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on their peaceful faces. Ryo sat by their side, his eyes fixed on their still forms. He recalled their laughter, their playful banter, and the deep bond they had forged. He knew that he had to be strong, for them, but the weight of his loss was almost too much to bear.

With a heavy heart, he stood and made his way outside. He needed to find a place to lay them to rest, a final resting place where they could be at peace. He walked with slow steps, his arms wrapped around himself as if trying to contain the grief that threatened to consume him. He found a quiet spot under a large tree, its branches reaching towards the sky as if offering protection. seaʀᴄh thё nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ryo dug a grave with shaking hands, the earth yielding to his efforts. He placed Sakura and Aiko side by side, their bodies wrapped in clean sheets. He said a few words, his voice thick with emotion. "Rest now, my loves. I'll always carry you in my heart. I'll never forget the joy and love you brought into my life." He lowered their bodies into the grave, his tears falling onto the soil.

He stood by the grave, his eyes dry but his heart aching. He knew that Sakura and Aiko would want him to be strong, to keep going, but the grief was all-consuming.

He fell to his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as if trying to hold onto the last remnants of their warmth. He felt lost, alone, and overwhelmed by the profound loss he felt. He wanted to give up, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. He cried out, his voice breaking. "Why did you leave me?"

The silence that followed was heavy and oppressive, the only sound being the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. Ryo's tears fell freely, wetting the ground below him. He knew that Sakura and Aiko would want him to be strong, but in that moment, he felt utterly broken. He wanted to stay with them forever, to never let them go.

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With a heavy heart, he stood and walked over to the gate. He knew that the zombies posed no threat to him.With a slow and deliberate movement, he opened the gate wide, his eyes fixed on the approaching zombies.

The zombies, drawn by the noise and scent of the open gate, shuffled inside. They roamed the compound, their dead eyes staring blankly at the walls, furniture, and other remnants of human life. Ryo watched them with a sense of detachment, his heart still aching from his loss. He wanted to feel surrounded by life, even if it was the mindless, undead kind.

He sat on the ground, his back against the tree, and observed the zombies as they wandered aimlessly. He felt a strange sense of peace among them, their mindless existence a stark contrast to the chaos and pain he had experienced. He thought of Sakura and Aiko, their vibrant spirits, and wished that they could be with him in that moment.

In the days that followed, Ryo found himself lost within the confines of the base. He sat in the courtyard, his gaze fixed on the zombies that swarmed outside the broken gate. He saw the destruction they had caused, the remnants of their attack still evident in the broken walls and shattered windows.

Days turned into a blur as Ryo descended into a spiral of sadness. He drank to numb the pain, the alcohol a temporary escape from his grief. He stared out at the zombies, their mindless shuffling a stark contrast to the vibrant lives that had once filled the base. Their relentless advance seemed to mirror the relentless tide of his sorrow.

He thought of Sakura's smile, bright and full of life, and Aiko's laughter, like music in his ears. How could they be gone while he still breathed? The weight of his loss pressed down on him, suffocating him with its intensity. He questioned his purpose, his mind clouded with doubt and self-loathing.

In his darkest moments, he considered giving up, surrendering to the darkness that beckoned. But then, he thought of the promise he had made to Sakura and Aiko—a promise to protect others, to be their guardian in a world ravaged by chaos. He remembered their unwavering belief in him, their trust that he would carry on their legacy.

Yet, despite his vow, Ryo couldn't bring himself to take action. He sat, immobile, his gaze fixed on the zombies beyond the broken gate. He saw the destruction they had caused, the broken bodies of those who had tried and failed to defend against the undead horde. He was lost in a sea of grief, his mind numb to the dangers that lurked beyond the walls.

Days turned into weeks, and still, Ryo remained stagnant, trapped in his sorrow. The zombies outside continued their relentless shuffle, their mindless movements a haunting reminder of mortality and the fragility of life. He thought of the promise he had made, but he couldn't find the strength to fulfill it. He was paralyzed by grief, his heart too shattered to take even a single step forward.

The base, once a haven, now felt like a prison, its walls enclosing him in his pain. He sat in silence, his eyes hollow, his mind replaying memories of Sakura and Aiko. He saw their faces, heard their voices, felt their touch, and the weight of his loss threatened to crush him once more.

In the stillness of the base, the only sound was the soft, relentless moans of the zombies outside. Their constant presence served as a reminder of the world beyond, a world that had taken away everything he held dear. He thought of the danger that lurked, the constant threat of death, and the fragile nature of existence in this post-apocalyptic landscape.

Ryo's heart, once filled with love and hope, now felt like a black hole, sucking in his emotions and spitting out despair. He questioned the point of it all, the purpose of continuing in a world that had taken away those he loved. He was lost, adrift in a sea of grief, his mind unable to find a way forward.

Days bled into nights, and still, Ryo remained immobile, his body numb, his soul shattered. The zombies outside continued their relentless march, their mindless persistence a haunting reminder of the passage of time. He thought of the promise, of the lives he had vowed to protect, but the weight of his sorrow kept him rooted to the spot.

The base, now a tomb, held the memories of Sakura and Aiko, their laughter echoing in the empty rooms. Ryo sat, his eyes fixed on nothing, his mind trapped in a cycle of grief and regret. He saw their faces in every shadow, heard their voices in the wind, their love a torment that kept him bound to his sorrow.

And so, he remained, lost in despair, his heart a wasteland of pain and his future a blank canvas, devoid of hope. The zombies outside continued their endless shuffle, their mindless existence a stark contrast to the vibrant lives that had once filled the base with light and love.

In his darkest moments, he considered giving up, surrendering to the darkness that beckoned. But then, he thought of the promise he had made to Sakura and Aiko—a promise to protect others, to be their guardian in a world ravaged by chaos.

Yet, despite his vow, Ryo couldn't bring himself to take action. He sat, immobile, his gaze fixed on the zombies beyond the broken gate. He saw the destruction they had caused, but he couldn't muster the will to repair the gate or take any steps to secure the base. He was lost in a sea of grief, his mind numb to the dangers that lurked beyond the walls.

Days turned into weeks, and still, Ryo remained stagnant, trapped in his sorrow. The zombies outside continued their relentless shuffle, their mindless movements a haunting reminder of the fragility of life. He thought of the promise he had made, but he couldn't find the strength to fulfill it.