Start With The Attic

"Holy fucking shit," I gasped as I pushed open the door to the primary bunker. It was no wonder the zombies didn't come after me. It smelt like the bottom of a keg that had been left outside in the sun for a week.

I've smelt dead bodies that had smelled better. 

Resisting the urge to puke, I slowly made my way to my bedroom, avoiding the living room carpet as much as I could. 

Turning on the shower, I set the temperature to somewhere between lobster boil and molten lava. 

I didn't care about anything as I stripped off my clothes and walked into the steaming shower. I wanted to sit down on the floor as I let the water do its job, but I knew that would be a stupid idea. 

Instead, I braced my hands on the back wall of the small shower and leaned forward, letting the slight stretch work out some of the kinks in my back. Combined with the water hitting my lower back, I was starting to feel a bit more human.