(IC) Community Center: Female Locker Rooms
From Erica's room
Straight to the showers, Erica hung her towel on a hook and ran the water to just about hot. Slowly, as if to prolong the joy of it, she eased under the spray. As the water ran down over her body, warmth slowly returned. It felt so wonderful that she did nothing but let the heat sink in for some minutes. She tried to let everything go and just go blank, but the lightning strike and the momentary horror of being blasted into the river played in her head like a YouTube short over and over. It was a miracle she survived, not just the initial strike but also not drowning. No matter how she tried, she couldn't clear her head of the images and the what ifs.
The building was large and probably had huge water heaters, but eventually she worried that the warm would run out. With the soap she washed away the tingle from being hit and shampoo cleaned the river out of her hair. That made her feel better, but still she soaked for some time before finally turning the faucet to off. Before grabbing her towel off the hook, she squeezed the water from her hair then dried body, then hair. She felt so much better, but then she wondered if she should put on another jump suit or just put on normal clothes. On an impulse, she decided normal clothes.
To Erica's Room