Ethan stepped out of the makeshift dorm room they'd claimed for rest and immediately started raiding the others one by one.
He'd always been curious about what Patterson Hall looked like. Back when life was normal, he'd wanted to check it out, but never got the chance.
Who would've thought the end of the world would finally get him inside Patterson Hall?
He'd assumed it would be cleaner, more put-together than Bates West.
Yeah, no. He'd been way too optimistic.
Patterson was just as trashed—maybe worse. Could've been the zombies, sure. But the sheer number of bras and panties scattered across the floor? That was something else. The styles alone were enough to make his eyebrows climb. Were girls always this... bold?
Ethan gave a helpless chuckle as he stared at the chaos, then sighed and got back to work. No matter how many thongs and lace bras fluttered around, he still had to scavenge for food.
