Chapter 10: What The Ever-Loving Fuck
"They're gone, Little Bit." I felt a ghostly hand on my shoulder as Greed gently woke me from my nap.
"Huh?" I grunted, rubbing my eyes with one of my hands. I really hated waking up, and with all the aches and pain in my body, I was going to assume that I had either slept really weird or I had been beaten again. "What's going on?"
"You are sleeping under a table as mindless zombies ate the flesh of a human," replied Envy, giving me a very concise summary of what happened so far.
"Huh," I grunted again, giving Teddy a kiss on his head as I thanked him for protecting me through the night. Or day. Or whatever time it was. "That seems like fun."
There was a long pause before Pride let out a low groan. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?" he moaned as I got on all fours and crawled forward.
"Only you," I replied with a shrug, just as Greed let out a low growl at my response. "Oh, and Greed," I clarified after a second.
When my hand emersed in something wet, warm, and sticky, I assumed I was no longer in danger of hitting my head on the tabletop. Coming to my feet, I wiped my hand on my bare legs before wrinkling my nose. "I need to find some better clothes."
Here I was, running around in cut-off jean shorts and a top in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. I really needed a better outfit. Or at least one that would hide the blood better.
"Take two steps to your left," said Pride, and without question, I obeyed his order. "That's mon ange," he continued to whisper in my ear. "Now, twenty steps in front of you is a staircase. Go upstairs and take a shower. Envy will help you find the washroom. Make sure to stick to the left when you go upstairs."