Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ~~

"This place is so cool," Cry commented as we all entered the underground hold room.

"You think so?" Dan asked, flicking on an old light switch which illuminated the rest of the area.

"Yeah, you guys have everything! Is that a bathroom?"

"Sure is, the solar panels should kick in soon, and the hot water cylinder upstairs should heat up."

Cry's eyes widened at Dan's words, a smile spilling over his dirty face, mud and blood mingled together to create an image of sadness at the loss we had all just felt.

"You mean we can shower?"

"Yeah eventually. Three should make it for today, and another three tomorrow. It's not a large cylinder."

Cry laughed and pulled at the damp shirt he was wearing, before looking around some more.

It was very nice by our standards, there was a three seater lounge and an old recliner, a bathroom behind one of three doors, an oven and fridge stationed in the far corner with a small table top next to them. There was a pool table as well. These guys were living like kings compared to what I'd had over the past two years.

"Are they bedrooms?" I asked dropping the duffle I was carrying with me on the floor.

"Yeah. The door next to the counter is Phil and I's room. The other two that we were with had the other room on the far left, but one of you guys can have it now. The bathroom is right through the middle door if you'd like to freshen up eventually."

I smiled at Dan, a genuine smile because I'd never even dreamed of being somewhere like this ever again. It was underground as well! That meant it would be harder to find, apart for the truck and Jeep out the front.

"Dibs!" Ken called as he fell onto the couch, stretching his arms behind his head and relaxing against the cushions.

"I've got the recliner!" Cry mimicked Ken's actions only with much less space to do so.

Dan and Phil both laughed as Phil began opening a cupboard door to reveal a few cans.

"Is that food??"

"Some yeah. We'll have to find more but we have some."

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Both Cry and Mark had showered around three hours after arriving, and now Cry was asleep across from Ken whom was doing the same thing, whilst Mark and Phil were now battling it out on the pool table. It was my turn to clean up, and man had it been a long time.

I turned the handle standing completely naked in the small bathroom, warmly lit by the bulb against the wall.

There was a mirror above a small sink, a toilet with around forty paper rolls stacked next to it, and a small shower in the corner. All in all though, the room felt homey.

I put my hand under the warm water, flinching at the unfamiliar feeling sensation of heated liquid that wasn't blood against my skin. I had missed this, so, so much. Stepping under with my bloodied skin thick with dirt and grime I let the water wash it all away. The mud, the dust and the pain I had felt over the past few days. The sigh I let out was one of peace, because I just genuinely felt at peace here under the water, woes flushing away and content filling my system.

I picked up the old bar of soap from its wall-mounted holder and began to run it over myself, across my scars, my chest, my arms, and down my legs. I lathered my hands in it, watching the brown stains begin to pull off and rinse away.

I lathered my hands back up once again and began rubbing vigorously at the hair on my head, my fingers coming back in a mixture of reds browns and blacks all mingled together and running away with the water we'd stolen from the sky.