Chapter 12: Pull The Trigger
"Dick move, les guys," I snarled as I felt two of my guys surrounding me. There was a shift in the air of the house, and it didn't have anything to do with the new thuds I could hear in the kitchen.
I guess the dead never stayed dead for long in the zombie apocalypse. And apparently, they couldn't find doors or climb stairs.
Or take a shower.
Vraiment, I don't think it would kill them a second time to take a shower.
"And what have we done now to earn your displeasure, mon ange?" purred Pride. However, the way he spoke with his smoky voice was nothing like Lust. His purr made me think of long nights and soft sheets, not how fast I could scrub a layer of skin off my body.
"You left me alone, naked and blind, in a strange house with no idea where I am going. Do you really have to ask?" I sneered, stretching my arm forward. I still wasn't wearing a towel, and I could feel the droplets from my hair running down my back as strands of my hair clung to my face and neck.
Teddy was covering my chest, not that there was much to cover, and the other hand was out to make sure that I didn't walk into anything. Seriously, I had no idea how to get around this place and there was nothing I hated more than to feel vulnerable.
Not listening to Pride or Greed's response, I let out a snarl and straightened my back. There was no need for me to feel uncomfortable, no matter my state of dress or undress. If others weren't comfortable, fuck them.
I refused to bow.