Oh god. Laundry day. Shaun stared suspiciously at the washing machine and then, equally suspiciously, at the vibrant smelling load of laundry.

Wonderful.

He began to tentatively load the cloth stuff into the washer, looking around him for someone to maybe help him out. But, just his luck, he was alone in here with a machine that might as well have been part of a damn spaceship for all he was concerned.

“You know,” he said to the stained clothes as he shoved them in, “If I'd known I'd be running a laundry machine in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, I'd have actually gone to a laundrimat.” Unfortunately, Shaun had only ever seen the workings of a laundry machine from a distance, while stealing quarters or new clothes. He'd never actually used one.

“Well, clean it is.” he carefully measured the detergent and put it into what he thought was probably the right place to put it. “So thats about right?” He frowned at the powder. “I dunno.” he said to the laundry machine, “Seems a bit much.” He wasn't actually talking to the machine, obviously. He just liked the sound of his own voice. Truth was, he was lonely here, in this prison, with all the hellish s**t going on outside and the stress of it all. He had friends but right now, in the laundry, he was alone. Just him, the machines, and a bottle of bleach.

The detergent had instructions, but any instructions had been chemically abraided from the bottle of bleach, leaving Shaun with very little of a clue. “What do I even do with you?” he said, opening it. He knew better, at least, than to sniff it. “Well, I guess the more the merrier, right?” He dumped in a good bit. Bleach whitened, right? Well, these clothes were stained with blood, so they kind of needed it, right?

Next was... The fabric softener. Shaun smiled – he liked soft things. Not many of those around here... maybe if he... added... most of the bottle, then he could do the other inmates... citizens... a favor. Soft jumpsuits for everyone.

“In you go,” he said to half the bottle, before closing up the contraption and setting it into motion.

He set to doing his stretches and exercises – he had to keep up his flexibility and upper body strength. Acrobatics was really all he had going for him, that and his pretty, charming face.

Finally, the load came through and... well... it wasn't terrible. He stuck it in the dryer and continued his stretches, humming to himself as he anticipated the folding part of the exercise... that, he knew he could do.