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I washed the bowls we used for dinner clean. I stacked them on the counter, to be reused.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna hit the shower." I called out, and headed to the bathroom across the hall. I stripped myself of my signature pink track jacket and white tee, and peeled my jeans off of me. The grime had soaked through my clothes, and had slightly stained my skin. I grimaced at my reflection. With one quick movement, I removed my hair tie, letting my brown hair cascade over my shoulders.
I stepped into the shower, and closed the curtain behind me. I turned the knob, and hot water came through the shower head. The water instantly refreshed me. I grabbed the loofah, and scrubbed my body of the grime. The loofah's scratchiness helped exfoliate my skin, and open my pores. The steam was so relaxing, opening my pores, and freeing the dirt and grime from the last week. I ran my fingers through my soaked hair, followed by shampoo. I scrubbed and scrubbed my head, hoping my hair would look somewhat clean after the shower.
I heard the door open, and groaned loudly. "Ever heard of knocking? Besides, I'm in here. Get out." I said, hoping the intruder would leave. Obviously, it was a joke, and they didn't know their boundaries.
"I said, get out!" I said assertively, poking my head outside the shower. The blood instantly drained from my face. There stood an infected, in all it's glory. The stench that filled the air was enough to make me vomit. His flesh was a pretty good ways into decomposition, with the left side of his jaw completely visible. His gums were oozing a black substance.
He looked up at me, his eyes vacant of emotion, and he started towards the shower. I screamed, grabbing for something, anything that could be a defense mechanism. Turning my head for a split second, I grabbed the shampoo bottle, lifted it up, and swung it at the zombie. He wasn't fazed, and walked straight through the curtain. It fell, with him above it, and me under it.
My head met porcelain, and the room spun. The infected clawed at my soaked body, and I saw blood run down my stomach and chest. I used my elbow to keep his head away from me, but that's all I could do. I shrieked, as he clawed me to smithereens. I clamped my eyes shut, just waiting for the end.
Then, it wasn't there anymore. I heard a gurgle, and the dropping of something. I felt the water come to a stop, and the removal of the curtains. Strong hands picked me up, and wrapped me in something. I opened my eyes, but my vision was blurry and rimmed in black. My head pounded in pain, and all I remember was brown eyes.
I awoke, to violent shaking.
"Zoey, Zoey get up!" Bill said, propping me up. I was groggy, in pain, and apparently it was imperative to get up. Now.
The first thing I noticed was the imminent groaning coming from the hall. And the fact that the door was closed, and the groaning was pretty loud, meant something was wrong.
I stood, my legs wobbling, but still functioning. "I need you to collect non-perishable foods, pronto," Francis said, shoving two backpacks into my hands. I searched the cupboards for cans of food we could stockpile. I used my forearm to fork canned potatoes, green beans, baked beans, macaroni & cheese, and ramen into the first bag. Then, I went over to the pantry, and dumped cereal, raviolis, crackers, peanut butter, and pop quickly in the backpack. I then ran over to the microwave cart, and filled the second bag with bottled water.
All around me, the guys scurried to get supplies together. I heard the clicking of guns, the stomping of feet, but most predominantly, the growing groaning of the zombies. I rushed over to the bed, laid the bags down, and ran over to the stock of guns and ammo. I grabbed two pistols, and tucked them into my belt.
"You guys, I got medical supplies!" Louis called, running from the bathrooms with an armful of said supplies. Francis passed out guns to everyone, and selected his own last. Bill shoved the health supplies into the backpacks, and shrugged one on, and handed me the other.
"We gotta go!" Louis hollered, adjusting the shotgun in the sling. Bill loaded ammunition into his rifle. I grabbed a pistol from my belt. Francis swung the door open, and the shooting begun.
A/N: Awe yeah, the fun is finally beginning. During the week, I won't be able to post as much do to school. But, I will post at least two chapters. ღ
Desinix: Thanks! I'll try. (: