Good sleep was not something Serena was used to getting after the apocalypse started.
She had never slept well in her life due to financial problems and other issues, but things had only gotten worse after she lost her family at the start of the apocalypse.
It had not been her fault that her family died. The monsters had gotten to everyone precious to her before she could reach them, so logically, she knew it was not her fault.
But knowing something and truly accepting it were two different things.
Every night, she could feel hands reaching out toward her, demanding to know why she had been late. Her mother's sweet face twisted into something accusing, asking why Serena had gone out that day and left them alone.
Perhaps it was because she had become independent so early and taken charge of her family that she felt this way.
