Zakar had successfully carried his teammates into the room. His body ached harder than he had expected, every muscle screaming as though his bones were cutting against themselves, begging for mercy.
The dull throb in his ribs pulsed with each breath, and when he finally set them down gently on the cold floor, his legs nearly gave way beneath him.
Then he dragged his way in and dropped Sera on her bed. Dropping Myia and Justin on the upper bed was something he could not do now. He dropped Myia on his bed and kicked Justin to lay beside Sera.
He climbed unto Myia's bed and sighed out of exhaustion. He could not believe that he was still able to move a limb.
"Too much has happened within two days," he muttered hoarsely, his voice rough from exhaustion. "It feels more like a dream than reality. I can't believe I had to kill a human again…"
His words trailed off into a whisper, but the guilt didn't fade. It crawled deeper, coiling in his chest.
