Alcoholic Tears

Mytia, overwhelmed by the emotional revelations and the depth of connections within the group, couldn't contain her tears. Looking at Simon, her eyes filled with both empathy and a longing for understanding, she asked a poignant question,"Do you still love Jay?"Simon, caught off guard by the rawness of Mytia's inquiry, took a deep breath before responding. His gaze met hers, revealing a mixture of sorrow and reflection."Do you love Reggie?" he asked in return, his words carrying a sense of vulnerability and a challenge to explore the complexities of their emotions.Overwhelmed by the emotions stirred by the conversation, Mytia, tears streaming down her face, turned and ran from the room. The echoes of her sobs lingered in the air, leaving a palpable tension behind.As she found a moment of solitude, Mytia tried to compose herself. Wiping away tears, she took a few deep breaths, grappling with the weight of unspoken feelings and the ache of unrequited emotions. When Mytia returned to the room, her eyes still puffy from crying, she spoke with a mix of vulnerability and determination."It was a fling. We aren't together, and we never will be," she confessed, her words laying bare the truth of the situation.Simon, his expression a blend of understanding and firmness, responded, "If you're happy, then leave." Mytia stood there, her heart heavy with the weight of Simon's words. The echoes of his,"If you're happy, then leave" resonated in her ears, and the rawness of the moment cut deep. The memories of a past relationship, where similar words had been uttered by an ex-lover, flooded her mind like a haunting echo.A pained silence hung in the air as Mytia grappled with the emotional turmoil. The room, once a haven for the group's collective strength, now felt like a battleground of personal histories and unhealed wounds. She struggled to find words that could adequately convey the mix of emotions churning within her.Simon, observing Mytia's reaction, felt a pang of empathy. The complexities of their shared experiences and the scars of their pasts had been unwittingly unearthed. Seeking solace, Mytia made her way to Catherine's office, her steps heavy with the weight of emotions. The room, usually a space for strategic planning, became an impromptu refuge for the tumult within her. Without a word, Mytia grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and another of straight vodka from a makeshift shelf, a silent plea for numbness in the face of overwhelming feelings.As the haunting melody of "I Hate You, I Love You" filled the room, Mytia took swigs from the Jack Daniels. The raw lyrics of the song seemed to echo the complexities of her emotions, intertwining love and pain in a melody that resonated with the jagged edges of her heart.Catherine, recognizing the need for a moment of release, sat in silence drinking the straight vodka, offering Mytia a presence without intrusion. The room became a haven for Mytia to navigate the storm of her emotions, the bitter taste of alcohol offering a temporary escape from the ache of unspoken feelings.The sudden intrusion of Dustin, yelling about an impending swarm of zombies, shattered the sombre atmosphere in Catherine's office. His urgent warning hung in the air, cutting through the music and the haze of Mytia's self-imposed numbness.Neil, with a sense of urgency, told Dustin to leave, understanding the immediate threat that the approaching zombies posed. Dustin, fueled by adrenaline, relayed the urgency of the situation, emphasizing the need for swift action to fortify their defences.Amidst the chaos, Charles took it upon himself to try and bring a sense of calm to Mytia and Catherine. He approached them with a measured demeanour, attempting to console Mytia while also reaching out to Catherine, who seemed to be teetering on the edge of rage.As the impending danger loomed, Catherine's emotions spiralled into a fiery rage. The weight of everything—the memories of Jay, the complexities of relationships, and now the imminent threat—became too much to bear. The pent-up frustration and sorrow manifested in an explosive burst of anger.Meanwhile, Mytia, overwhelmed by the convergence of emotions and the reality of the approaching danger, curled into a ball, tears streaming down her face.In the midst of the escalating chaos, Catherine's rage reached a boiling point. With a fierce determination, she pointed at Neil and Charles, her voice cutting through the tumult."Get out!" she yelled, her eyes ablaze with a fiery intensity."Deal with the situation!"The force of her command left Neil and Charles with no choice but to hastily exit the office, the weight of the impending zombie threat adding urgency to their steps. As the door slammed shut behind them, the muffled sounds of Catherine's frustrated outburst lingered in the air.Neil and Charles exchanged a quick, concerned glance. They understood the severity of the situation—the imminent danger of a zombie swarm descending upon their haven. With a shared sense of responsibility, they set aside the personal dynamics within the group and focused on the urgent task at hand.The hotel, once a refuge, now faced a critical test of its defences.Amid the chaos, Charles took it upon himself to seek out Simon, recognizing the need to address the tension that lingered within the group. He approached Simon with a serious expression, "You need to sort things out with Mytia. It's taking a toll on Catherine, and we can't afford to have internal conflicts right now."Simon, however, wasn't in the mood for advice. Frustration and anger had been building within him, and Charles's well-intentioned words became the spark that ignited the powder keg. "It's mine and Mytia's business, not yours, runt," Simon retorted, dismissing Charles with a cutting remark.The derogatory term "runt" struck a nerve in Charles, pushing him past his breaking point. The controlled demeanour he had maintained shattered, and a surge of anger overcame him. Charles, typically composed, couldn't hold back any longer.Meanwhile, Neil, sensing the urgency of the situation, took charge. He instructed Dustin to organize the defence force, urging them to barricade the first and second floors of the hotel. The imminent threat of the zombie swarm demanded swift and coordinated action, leaving little room for internal conflicts. The fate of the group depended on their ability to unite against the impending danger, setting aside personal grievances for the sake of survival.