Snippet #2352821

Dallas scrubbed her face and arms with water, the sink filling with bloody water as she got off all the grime from today. Most of it, at least. Having a quiet moment to herself made her feel more human again, instead of a gun packing, machete slinging zombie slayer she had been for the past day. She took a deep breath and studied herself in the mirror for a moment. God she looked like hell. She ducked her head under the water in the sink, rinsing all the blood, dirt and a little bit of everything else out of her hair as best she could. She started to comb through her hair with her fingers next, yanking through various knots and tangles. As soon as all the tangles were out she gave up, because there was nothing more that could be done; except for a blow-dryer, which wasn't available during this lovely apocalypse. Whipping her head back and forth a few times to get the majority of the water out, she decided to try and clean her tattered shirt as well by rinsing it out, since it was the only shirt she had.

Dallas removed her tank top and washed it out, squeezing as much water from the fabric as she could before hanging it over the towel rack to dry. She sighed and wondered what was next for this group.

"Seems like Judas is in charge....I'll have to let him know he's not the boss of me.." She muttered to herself, leaning against the sink and staring up at the ceiling in thought. "He was kind of ruggedly handsome in a way though. And the way he ran into that mob of flesh eaters...that was pretty brave. He deserves credit for that, at least." She thought aloud, starting to put her new jacket over her bare torso, save for her leopard bra. "I suppose I'm stuck with this group, but it just may be my best shot..and Judas seems like he's good in a pinch and resourceful. We have Rex also, so there's a plus. Not sure how useful the younger ones will be, but that's what us more prepared adults are for I suppose...." Dallas finished zipping her jacket up and took one last glance in the mirror before turning to walk out of the bathroom. Her eyes were downcast as she opened the door and took a step forward to go back to the group. Right as she looked up she saw him, but it was too late. She bumped into Judas hard enough to knock most people down, but this guys was a pillar. Her wet hair splatted on his face as they collided, and Dallas fumbled backwards slightly after impact, regaining her stance after a second.

"Jeez, did you have to stand so close to the door?" She said, folding a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Then she noticed how red his face was, and he had a hazy look about him. Her eyes narrowed and she stepped up to him, sniffing at his breath. Alcohol, at a time like this? Well, she couldn't blame him...she wouldn't mind a drink at the moment either. She gave him the all knowing woman stare and stood in front of the door for a second, blocking his path as she accessed him. "Do try and not puke on the toilet seat of you can." She said, a small amused smile on her face. He looked pretty plastered, but she didn't really think he was about to puke. He didn't seem like the type to do that.