Disgraced - The Walking Dead

Three

Avis isn't embarrassed to say she cried as soon as the scalding water touched her skin, washing away weeks worth a sweat and grime. She scrubbed at her body with a pink wash cloth until her skin was sensitive and pink but was the cleanest it's been since before the apocalypse. Smelling of the rose scented bar soap that rested atop the tub's edge, legs and underarms smooth as silk from the men's razors she'd found tucked under the bathroom counter. She even went as far as to brush her teeth three times with an extra toothbrush, staring at the tube of toothpaste in consideration, wondering if she should just eat it before shaking her head putting down the tube.

She scrubbed through her hair, on its second round through shampoo and conditioner when there was a gentle knock at the door. "There's some clothes outside the door for you when you're done," Beth called through the door. "The jeans should fit but the jacket might be a little large on you."

"Thank you." Avis calls, throwing her head back under the water to rinse away the conditioner in her hair, running her fingers through her long ebony locks as she does.

She gets no reply from Beth after that and assumes she's left to do whatever it is a teenager does now that there's no internet.

Avis switches off the water and draws back the curtain, shivering as the cool air hits her wet skin and sends goosebumps traversing across her naked body. Grabbing a towel she quickly dries off before she wraps it around her hair, stepping out of the tub and over to the door. She purses her lips as she quickly cracks the door open, eyes narrowed as she searches for a familiar pair of long legs and an irritating smirk. Seeing nothing she's quick to snatch the folded clothes from the floor and slam the door.

Throwing on her underwear and bra she pulls the ripped black jeans over her legs and the oversized sleeveless tank over her head, giving a shrug to herself she throws the faded red bomber over her shoulders. Combing her fingers through her wet hair, face scrunched in pain as fingers catch and pull at wet strands before she ties it all in a ponytail. Shaking out her numb arms before she's pulling open the bathroom door, instantly frowning at the leer greeting her in the hallway.

"Murphy." She greets.

"Beautiful," He nods in greeting, eyes raving from head to toe, lip tilting at the side in appreciation. "You clean up well."

"Wish I could say the same," She sneers.

It was a lie, the man was looking in every way good and perfectly sculpted but judging by the full smirk gracing his lips he already knew that.

Arrogant bastard.

"Dinners ready," He nods towards the stairs. "Some of our lady members wanted to give thanks to the amityville five for taking us in. They're getting ready to serve downstairs if you're hungry."

Avis snorts. "Well lead the way, blue eyes."

He clicks his tongue. "How bout you give me your name first."

She grins. "Now why would I do that?" She holds up three fingers. "Should I give you three more chances?"

Eyebrows scrunched and eyes narrowed he licks his lips. "Three hints."

"One."

"Three."

"Two." She counters.

He takes a breath, leaning forward so hair falls against his cheekbones and he's inches from her. "Fine."

Avis takes a finger to his forehead to push him back, ignoring the way the smirk he sends her way causes her heart to race. "Gavis. Bird."

"Javis." He's quick to reply, pointing at her with wide eyes and a look of accomplishment.