Ferris raised an eyebrow as Himiko left with Basco in tow. What on earth was that about? "Er... Hello. I'm Ferris Baumann," he held out his hand. Jennifer smiled warmly and wiped her soggy hands on a rag before reaching around to shake it.
"Hello, Ferris. It's a pleasure to meet you..." She paused and wrinkled her nose, "Supper will be ready, soon... Why don't you get washed up?"
Ferris chuckled. He must look a sight. His military-issue buzz cut had grown out quite a bit, he was sure he had a full beard, and with the lack of running water had come a lack of hygiene, and the gaining of the rather unpleasant fragrance of rotting vegetation, zombie blood, and horrendous B.O.. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea... Where's the bathroom?"
"There are two just down the hall. The one on the left is for the boys. Michael," she called. From the other room came a man, about Ferris's height, but substantially less wide, with graying temples and a pleasant smile, "There you are. Do you think you could show Ferris here the bathroom, and maybe get him some clean clothes?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart." Michael extended a hand, "Nice to meet ya."
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Ferris rubbed his freshly scraped jaw and sighed. Man, does it feel good to be clean. He laid the towel over the shower curtain rod and slipped into the clean clothes Michael had given him. The pants were just a tad too short, and the shirt was certainly tight, but he was covered. Beggars can't be choosers, he shrugged, and emerged, thinking he'd like to find Himiko. It's a pretty ideal setup they've got here. You'd almost think it wasn't the end of the world.