Zac Say Tay Still Wets The Bed
As he was doing up his seatbelt to drive again he caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes staring at him. His eyes. He turned on the dim inside the cab light and took a good look at himself in the mirror for the first time in days. It was a vain thing to think and he blushed for having thought it at all but his first impulse was to wonder if any of their teenage girl, and woman, fans would find him even remotely attractive in this state. The face that stared back at him hadn't bathed in at least a week. It showed the stress and strain of living in and then escaping from a mountain prison. And the wear from a trip across the desert. It was in bad shape to say the least. He couldn't really tell in the bad light but it looked as though he had gotten sunburnt during his brief time outside. His skin looked patchy and red and his lips were chaffed and mauled looking. His hair seemed to have the consistency of straw now and hung down over his face in the most annoying way possible. And it didn't shine anymore, there was too much grime build up in there now. He ran his fingers through his hair and instantly regretted it. It felt yuck. The skin around his eyes was particularly puffy, probably emphasized by his swollen tear ducts, no doubt worked way overtime lately. And his ears stuck out. They had always done that but it was more annoying now. The only part of his face he recognized as himself were his eyes. They stayed a vibrant blue despite the havoc wrecked around them. He wondered how long before they too turn green with red stripes or something.
Well this wasn't doing much for him. He switched the light back off and started the ignition. It was time to be on his way to where ever it was he was going. The sooner he got there the sooner this insanity ends. He sighed... if only.
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