Daisy and the Dead by Bale Sarah

Author:Bale, Sarah [Bale, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2017-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

13

L aundry duty was the worst. Not only did we wash everything by hand, but we hung it outside to dry, too. And if the weather was bad then we had to use makeshift lines in the hallway. Not to mention the filthy items sent to us. Seriously, what in the fuck were these people doing with their clothes? Rolling around in shit?

Aunt B was silent as she worked alongside me.

“I’m sorry about this,” I said as I hung a shirt up.

My body still ached from the rough sex in the garden. Ever since we’d got back to the hospital all I wanted to do was sleep. But Sir wouldn’t allow that, of course. He’d taken me straight to Aunt B and told her to show me the laundry duties. Then he’d disappeared and I hadn’t seen him the rest of the day or all night.

Now I was down to three days before he got rid of me. The thought depressed me and made my stomach churn. Plus, I hadn’t had anything to eat all day.

“Don’t be sorry. I should’ve kept you rotating, but I enjoy working in the kitchen and you were truly an asset.”

“Was Juan okay?”

She smiled. “He was shook up, but who can blame him?”

“I feel so bad about it. There was no reason for Sir to act that way.”

“Oh, I can think of a reason. Boss was jealous.”

There was a loud thud and Aunt B and I both jumped. Turning, we found Marianne standing there with her hands on her hips. On the floor in front of her was a laundry basket full of clothes.

“These need to be mended. By morning.”

Without waiting for a reply she walked off. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to Aunt B.

“What was that about?”

“I’m sure it rubs her raw knowing Boss cares for you.”

I found that hard to believe. Had he tolerated me for sex? Definitely. But now my time was up with him, though he obviously hadn’t told Aunt B.

She patted my arm. “Better take that laundry back to your room and get started on it.”

I was regretting being such a quick student, but I nodded and took the basket to Sir’s room. Sunlight came in the window near the ceiling, so I sat on the floor with my sewing kit by my side. Most of the items needed buttons sewn on or patches over holes.

As I went through the basket I began to wonder if all the items had went to the laundry room in that state. Some of the tears looked precise, as if they’d been cut with scissors. Fucking Marianne had probably done it on purpose. Sighing, I threaded a needled and got started.

I worked on the floor until my back ached and my stomach growled. Judging by the shadows hitting the wall it was past six o’clock. I stood and stretched. Sir hadn’t told me what to do about meals. If I waited too long then I’d miss dinner. My hunger decided for me and I left the room, going to the cafeteria.

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