Chapter 49: 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.