Jun 07, 2011 14:31
Wichita can't remember the last time she had a shower.
In Zombieland, showers are like bathrooms - they leave you defenseless, exposed, unable to reach for a gun or any means of defending yourself - and unless you have a lookout, you're not exactly going to be following every single rule of basic hygiene when you're on the run twenty-four seven. She'd even forbidden her sister from saying the word, afraid that even hearing it would shatter her resolve.
But here, on the island, a place where zombies are non-existent as far as she can tell, she doesn't have any excuse not to allow herself this one luxury. The only problem is that the fear is still there, the irritating worry creeping in that maybe, the one time she actually lets her guard down might be the time she ends up dead. It's ridiculous to feel this way, and she recognizes the stupidity of her fears, but they run too deep for her to simply shrug them off for twenty minutes or so.
Which is why she's seeking out Columbus, knocking on the door of the room where he's staying, trying to figure out exactly how she needs to phrase her request before he appears.
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