Just Another Day in the Zombie Apocalypse (Episode 6) by Mortimer L.C

Author:Mortimer, L.C. [Mortimer, L.C.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2017-02-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Mark stripped down and walked into the water with a bar of soap. It wasn’t much in the way of showers, but he was tired of smelling as bad as the zombies they’d been fighting, so he was braving the lake.

He shouldn’t have.

He realized this as soon as he was waist deep, as soon as he felt the inevitable shrinkage beginning to happen, as soon as he stepped on a rock and felt it prick the soft skin on the sole of his foot.

“Fuck,” he said, but he had come this far. He dove forward, throwing his body under the water, and doused himself. Then he started to scrub. He scrubbed all of his body with the white bar of soap.

He’d probably still come out smelling like a fish, but wasn’t that fucking better than the alternative? Wasn’t that better than smelling like death? Wasn’t that better than smelling like he was one of the Infected?

What good was it to be human if everyone mistook him for a walker?

He might as well be one if he was going to be treated like one, hunted like one.

He scrubbed harder.

It had been a long day and the truth was that the water felt nice. The solitude of the water felt good. The lake was clear and the water was flat and quiet. There wasn’t even a ripple. He wondered if the fish had died, or if this lake had even had fish to begin with.

The idea that all Midwestern lakes had fish in them was a myth, he knew. A lot of lakes, especially man-made ones, needed to be stocked each year with fish. While some of them did have fish naturally, things happened. Fish didn’t live forever. Sometimes they died and sometimes a lake was fished too much. Sometimes the lake needed to be replenished.

He wondered what the status was on this one.

He didn’t feel any fish nipping at his toes, didn’t feel anything biting him. He knew Alice was nervous about the idea of bathing in the lake, and that was fine. He’d help haul up some water onto the tiny beach later. She could bathe with a bucket and a towel on the side of the lake.

He liked her – loved her, even – but she was starting to stink.

They all were.

Maybe on their next supply-hunt, they should get deodorant. Probably, they had some somewhere. They had to, right? It only made sense. Mark didn’t remember seeing any, though, so perhaps they’d all forgotten.

They’d been so worried about things like bullets and bandages that they hadn’t remembered one of the most important things about survival: social skills. Stinking until your roommates couldn’t stand being around you wasn’t the best way to behave.

He should try to be better, more considerate.

They all should.

Mark should have brought shampoo, but he didn’t. Instead, he lathered his hands with soap and ran it through his hair. It was shaggier than it had been before. He wanted a haircut, needed one.

He shouldn’t need one.

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