The Winged Angel

Chapter Eleven

Today was the day we would be planning a better search party for Sophia. Hopefully, today will be the day that we do find her. I miss seeing her and Carl running around playing and making fun of each other.

The promise I made to Carol just fuels my need and want to find the young girl.

Stuck in my thoughts I finally decided to exit the warmth of the bed and get ready for the day. Today was going to be a little bit chilly with winter coming closer.

It's crazy how long this whole walker thing has been going on. There was no way Jenner was the only person left. There had to be more. 

Making my way to the old dresser I grabbed a basic t-shirt, the angel sweater, and pants then set them on the bed. Daryl and Rick didn't want to bring me to the search party. But, I still planned on going out. I can't handle another day in these four walls.

There was a bar in the small nearby town. Why not go and get some refreshments? Who knows, maybe they will still have a snack stash.

The plan was to say I was heading to town to look for some things, maybe get some clothes or just simple scavaging. Daryl told me he planning on searching so he won't be here to protest my plan. So, until he leaves I won't be saying anything to anyone.

Maybe I could borrow Daryl's bike. He already told me he was going by a horse without asking the Greenies. 

Before I went upstairs to take a shower I needed to have Hershal check my side to make sure I was able to. He warned me that it could mess with the healing process.

I made my way to the front porch where I knew Hershel commonly hung out. He was either there, working on the farm, or inside. 

The older man was sitting on a bench so I took a seat right next to him with a warm smile.

"Hey Hershel,".

"Hey, what can I do for you?" The man asked politely.

"I just wanted to know if it was okay for me to take a shower now," I responded politely coying his hospitality. 

He thought for a moment likely remembering the healing stage I was at while taking a large bite out of an apple.

He nodded slowly, "Just don't get soap around it and you should be fine,".

Quickly giving him my thanks I made my way back into the farmhouse and the room where I had placed my clothing. 

Practically speed walking I made my way to the welcoming door of the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me and locking it I put my clothes on the closed toilet then placed a spare towel on the floor to prevent it from getting the ground wet.

Slowly I started to discard my clothing as they fell around me.

Taking off the bandage I couldn't help but inspect it. The skin was pink where the stitches were placed. Some of the stitches were sticking out and were so tempting to pull out but I refrained from listening to my intrusive thoughts.

Turning on the shower I placed my hand in to find the perfect temperature.

Finding the perfect temperature I stepped into the warmth. My muscles instantly relaxed as the water started running down my back.

I used the unscented body wash that was placed in a wired container connected to the shower. Making sure not to get any of the stitched flesh I started soaping myself up.

After washing that off I proceed to use the fresh rose-scented shampoo and conditions and watched as the bubbles washed down the drain.

Once done, I stepped out onto the mat placed in front of the shower before grabbing a towel and then stepping on the one I had placed closer to my clothes.