Fifty-Eight

I wake and stretch, feeling strangely satisfied. I slowly climb out of bed, grab the dressing gown I find laying on the bedroom bench and head into the bathroom. I turn on the water, wait for it to warm and then step underneath it. I wash my entire body and as the shower sponge slides over my mark; I remember what I did to Zachariah and then what I had agreed to once we had finished. The idea of becoming one of them still scares me, but after yesterday afternoon and last night, I want to be truly and completely connected to him.

I finish up in the shower, turn off the water and use one of the towels I dry myself. I then slip the dressing gown back on and make my way out of the bathroom and into the closet. I am a little surprised when I find all the clothes Rania and I picked up during our shopping trip. I find, pick up, and slip on some training pants and a training top that looks a little more like a blouse than an actual top to fight in.

Once I am dressed, I look in the mirror and