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The man sighs heavily looking in the mirror particularly at his hair that dropped past his shoulders now.
‘Good Christ I look like a hippy.’
He smiled then remembering his dad telling him in jest to cut his hair, and get a real job despite his own hair being twice the length the man had. He frowned then remembering the rougher years of his life not being prepared for almost all of it but who could be? Shaking the thoughts from his mind he focused on the task at hand. First he’d need something to catch the hair with so he retrieved a large bath towel from the nearby cupboard setting it near the sink on the floor. He then retrieved the clippers he’d nabbed during his latest raid into the nearby town.
Knocking twice on the porcelain sink top for good luck. (Beggars can’t be choosers) he plugged the clippers into the wall socket. When no sparks came flying from the socket nor did the lights go out, and nothing caught on fire. He smiled again and began the task of cutting his hair. Going from front to back he opted to keep a bit left for looks in case he came across another survivor, however unlikely that may be.
Shaving both sides of his head proved to be challenging, but eventually with great patience and occasional cursing, he’d removed the mop that had grown on his head in the last six months. Turning his head side to side once more he admired his work his dark blue eyes gleaming in the artificial light.
“I don’t look half bad,”
he spoke with a smile spread across his face and with that the lightbulb above him promptly flickered and blew out shrouding the room in darkness. He snorted at the darkness then started laughing a genuine hearty laugh that reached all corners of his heavily fortified home in the wasteland known as Knox County, Kentucky. Wiping his eyes as he recovered from his laughing fit he spoke to the darkness,
“Fuckin figures.”