The Worst Bath Ever
Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 11:32 pm
((Jen Romita cont'd from Some Fantastic))
All this running must be doing wonders for her figure. It was strange the thoughts that went through Jen's head as she moved. Here she was, her life in the greatest peril she had ever experienced and she was wondering about her weight.
The exercise had been nearly continuous. Ever since the short break she'd taken with Morgan, she had been nearly continuously on the move, trying to find her companion. Somehow, in breaking from the clearing where they'd heard the gunshot, she had lost track of where she was going. Now, she was alone, and on ground that was increasingly damp and less solid.
Finally, exhausted, she slowed and stopped, the effort of dragging her legs through the mire was becoming too much. She needed to sleep. But that would bring dangers of its own. First, she'd be open to attack. Second, unless she found someplace solid, she could well drown.
Still, with everything she'd experienced, she needed time. She'd heard that Eva was dead now. Poor little Eva. So much life, so much potential, now rotting somewhere on this hellhole. So many others as well. And this was only the third day. How long did she have? She wasn't going to win, she knew that. And now Morgan was gone too. Would he look for her, or would he continue with his plan?
She needed a warm bath and a change of clothes, a chance to recharge, to recover herself within this ordeal, but she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Even in her tired state, she wasn't going to bathe in the murky water surrounding her. She still had her standards after all. However, she could at least cool off for a moment.
She worked her way back to semi-solid ground, and found a place where she could put her bag down without it slipping into the mud. Taking her top off in one smooth movement, she allowed the cool air to flow over her skin, before using the sweat encrusted fabric to towel off as best she could. The cameras forgotten for the moment, she began searching in her rucksack for a fresh bra, and change of top, hoping that nobody would come across her until she was changed.
All this running must be doing wonders for her figure. It was strange the thoughts that went through Jen's head as she moved. Here she was, her life in the greatest peril she had ever experienced and she was wondering about her weight.
The exercise had been nearly continuous. Ever since the short break she'd taken with Morgan, she had been nearly continuously on the move, trying to find her companion. Somehow, in breaking from the clearing where they'd heard the gunshot, she had lost track of where she was going. Now, she was alone, and on ground that was increasingly damp and less solid.
Finally, exhausted, she slowed and stopped, the effort of dragging her legs through the mire was becoming too much. She needed to sleep. But that would bring dangers of its own. First, she'd be open to attack. Second, unless she found someplace solid, she could well drown.
Still, with everything she'd experienced, she needed time. She'd heard that Eva was dead now. Poor little Eva. So much life, so much potential, now rotting somewhere on this hellhole. So many others as well. And this was only the third day. How long did she have? She wasn't going to win, she knew that. And now Morgan was gone too. Would he look for her, or would he continue with his plan?
She needed a warm bath and a change of clothes, a chance to recharge, to recover herself within this ordeal, but she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Even in her tired state, she wasn't going to bathe in the murky water surrounding her. She still had her standards after all. However, she could at least cool off for a moment.
She worked her way back to semi-solid ground, and found a place where she could put her bag down without it slipping into the mud. Taking her top off in one smooth movement, she allowed the cool air to flow over her skin, before using the sweat encrusted fabric to towel off as best she could. The cameras forgotten for the moment, she began searching in her rucksack for a fresh bra, and change of top, hoping that nobody would come across her until she was changed.