Consumed [Zombie Apocalypse] (Boyxboy)

18.) Surrounded

~Joe's POV~

I woke up with the warm morning sun kissing my face and the peace and serenity of birds chirping outside of my window. Besides that, nothing else made a noise.

There was no whizzing of vehicles driving by, no dogs barking, no sounds of lawn mowers and other equipment.

Only the sounds of nature could be heard.

I felt a movement to my side and turned my head to see Camila sleeping peacefully next to me. She looks so beautiful and peaceful when she sleeps.

I decide to get out of bed so that I can plan for how we are going to make our journey to Cherry Hill.

Moving very slowly and quietly, so that I don't wake up Camila, I unwrap myself from my bedsheets, put on a pair of sweatpants and silently tiptoed out of my room and into the hallway. I silently close the door behind me and I walk into the bathroom across the hall.

I slip in and close the door behind me and lock it, so that way no one comes barging in on me whiles I'm getting ready.

I walk over to the small counter and look into the mirror to see an unexpected surprise. I take a step back and then inch my way in closer so that I can investigate my dirty self further.

There are dark bags under my eyes, probably from the lack of sleep that I've gotten over the past week, and I also notice that I have an intense 5 o'clock shadow going on. My black hair is sticking up at all different angles and I look like I haven't showered in a week.

Which I haven't.

I look myself over one last time before finally deciding to do something about my horrendous look. I first brush my teeth, cause they feel really dirty and I hate the feeling of dirty teeth. After that, I search around the bathroom trying to find a razor.

I finally find one under the sink and I get to work on my face.

After I finish shaving, and my face feels nice and smooth, I strip out of my clothes and head over to the shower.

I slide open the shower curtain and reach for the knob and turn it so that the water should come out.

Nothing happens at first and I'm a little disappointed because I smell really bad and my hair looks like shit.

Just then, a small trickle of water starts to drop out, and eventually a small stream of water is falling from the shower head.

This will have to do.

I shrug and step into the freezing cold water. I instantly tense up as my body makes contact with the icy water and quickly place my head under the water and get my hair wet.

I lather up and shampoo as fast as I can, trying to get this polar shower over with as fast as I can, while still managing to clean the smell of week old body odor off me.

After I rinse my hair and wash off all of the suds from my body, I quickly turn off the, still small, stream of water and step out of the shower. Which, is usually cold, but since the shower was freezing, it actually felt moderately warmer than the inside of the shower.

I pick up a towel from the small hanger that was mounted on the wall by the shower curtain and dry off my hair and body. I wrap the towel around my waist and look around the bathroom, only to realize that the only things I brought to change into were my old smelly clothes that I had just gotten out of before getting in the shower.

I mentally curse myself and walk out of the bathroom towards my room.

I reach the door to my room and open in slowly, just in case Camila is still sleeping. When I had fully opened the door I could see that the bed was empty and no one was in the room.