Dead Land: A Zombie Apocalyptic Fiction(JeongTae SS)

Chapter 4

For the past few months, we have considered water to be luxurious, and we have taken every opportunity to savour it or collect it for our own use. Apart from occasionally cleaning our hands, faces, and bodies, my brother and I never used it to its full capacity. And in that prospect, bathing in that luxury everyday never occurred to us...well, not exactly, but we chose to ignore it. It is preferable to live dirty than to die of thirst.

Now that I have free access to water, I intend to use it as needed.

God, this shower is...When the first few drops of water touched my rough skin, all I could do was sigh with relief.

Cold, but warm.

Strawberry scent...wait a minute, strawberry?
I focused my attention on the body wash in my hand...oh, it is strawberry body wash. What in the world?

These boys...or perhaps the former residents, must have purchased it. Whatever.

My body's foul odour has been replaced by strawberry flavour. Even though this strawberry thing was not my choice, I feel a lot better now. After all, I am not in a position to choose.

After wiping my body with a fresh towel from the small cabinet, I put on my oversized shirt and loose trousers over my inners. With a sigh, I left the bathroom and approached the mirror.

My hair has grown past my waist. All these days, I had kept my hair in a tight bun. You can not leave your hair open when the infected try to gnaw on you, right?

Much to my surprise, my face is free of pimples. I did not expect that, given how much dust was on my face.

Hmm, who cares about pimples now? All people wanted was to survive. Me too, thank you.

I looked around the room for Kookie, but he was not there. My heart begins to pound furiously in panic. This kid will never listen to me.

I approached the door, opened it, and proceeded to check the hall. I sigh with relief; he is sitting on the couch. The little girl we had met before sat beside him. They seem to be discussing something.

I need to do something before joining them. I returned to the room, locked it again, and moved toward our backpack. There are some clothes that need to be washed. Not some, but the entirety of our dress.

I dashed to the bathroom, gathering both my and Kookie's dresses. Much to my delight, there is also wash powder. What a wonderful day. After spilling the dress in the bucket, I added some wash powder. Hmmm. Good. Should I leave it to soak? Will it stink?

I frowned. I finally decided to leave it here. I can come back later and thoroughly clean it. Maybe I should ask the boys where I should leave it to dry? Okay, that is better.

Better? Ugh..
Is this a good decision? What if the boys attempted to attack us? Should we flee without our dresses, or should I kill them both and start living here with the little girl?

'You think too much, gurliee' That is just my stupid mind. "It is worth taking a risk; they are worth it."

Oh, just shut up. What should I do with my brainless mind?

I dragged my legs from the bathroom to the main hall, where I joined the other kids in the house. I glared at Kookie, who looked up startled, just like the girl. I smiled at the girl and sat down in the single seater. Despite her pale and sick appearance, she smiled brightly at me.

"Is this your sister"? The little girl inquired. Kookie gave a nod.

What was her name? Da...um, Dayeon...shit.

"Hello, my name is Kim Dahyun," the little girl said, saving me from the dilemma.

"Hello, Dahyun-si. How old are you?"