Zombies... Academy Style

Chapter Five

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Sang's POV

"So, tell me. How did you style it? With a weed-wacker? Not that I'm saying your hair's bad, but I think I've seen a cat throw up a better style than this."

"Hardy har-har. Your mean, did you know that? Cause you are... Meanie. I'm sorry with the end of the world and fighting of zombies I forgot to worry how I would look. It's not like I had to worry about impressing a walker, their more after my how much meat they can get of me than what latest style I was wearing." I wack at his hand as he tries to detangle the birds nest of a hairstyle I was sporting.

"But what about the ones still alive? Surely there's someone who you want to impress?"

"Fishing for information are we? But to answer your question, no. I live by myself and have not needed to worry about my appearance, before and after." I answer kind of embarrassed to say that I'm inexperienced in all aspects.

He pulls my face around to face him and catch him smirking. "Are you telling me that you have never had a boyfriend? That you have never been kissed?"

My face flames bright red and I duck my head hoping he doesn't notice. "As a matter of fact, no... to both counts."

All I get is a chuckle in response and he goes back to brushing my hair. After a few more minutes of silence he taps me on the head and I turn to look up at him questionably.

"We have some water up here in the bath, I need to wash your hair before it drives me insane... er." I only nod because quite frankly I was getting grossed out by how it felt myself.

He gets a small stool and has me sitting on it, back to the tub as he pours water over my hair, before he starts to massage the shampoo into my hair. I've never had someone wash my hair before and I don't realise until to late that a groan slips through my lips, causing Gabe to freeze. I look up at him and notice his staring at me, with a look I couldn't comprehend.

"Is everything ok?" He snaps out of his daze and smiles, shakes his head before focusing back on his work. I swear I hear him mumble something about woman and trouble, but I don't really focus too much on it as the head massage has nearly put me to sleep.

Sometime later, he shakes me out of his daze, laughing as I sleepily open my eyes to realise he was trying to get me to sit up. Instead I slowly raise, not realising my bum had gone numb and wanted to rub it out, of course something I wasn't going to do in front of him.

He dries my hair off before combing it out again and braiding it down my back. "Why don't you finish washing up in here, I'll grab your bag and you can get changed for bed. Sound good?"

I smile sleepily at him and nod my thanks.

After he leaves, I strip out of my clothes and grab a washcloth and doing the best I could to wash myself down, without ruining anymore of their water. I notice a couple of shavers of to the side and wandered if I should use one of them or not. Running a hand up my legs I, the feel of them won out and I grabbed it quickly and did a rushed job, not really wanting to get caught using it.

Once finished, I dry of and wrap the towel around me and open the door to see my bag sitting outside the door along with Zara. I smile at the tiger and grab my bag, leaving the tiger behind.

I quickly dress in a pair of short cotton pants and a short sleeve top, forgoing the bra. I had been wearing one none stop for over three days and I really was enjoying the freedom.

I head back down stairs, not really knowing as to where I would be sleeping, and needed to find a place soon before I dropped dead on them from exhaustion. Mr Blackbourne was the first to see me and I must have looked worse than I thought because he offered me a reassuring smile and directed me towards the couch.