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••• TAYLOR
TAYLOR GENTLY STEPPED OUT OF shower in one of the bathrooms in the Greene's farmhouse, grabbing a towel that hung from the hanger on the back of the door to the bathroom, wrapping the soft cloth around her body as she stood in front of the mirror, studying over her appearance.
For over two months in the post—apocalyptic wasteland, she seemed to be doing fairly well.
Her skin was now smooth and clear from her shower as it was now rid of all the dirt, grime, and sweat that covered it, and she seemed to be keeping a decent amount of weight on her body.
She was excited she was also going to be able to blow—dry her hair and change into a fresh pair of clothes now that they were officially guests of the Greene home.
That's when a soft knock on the wood of the door came from the other side, the door opening and revealing Maggie's younger sister, Beth, a quiet young girl a few years older than Taylor, "Um, excuse me, your Taylor, right?".
The young teen nodded, her hands clutching her towel, "Oh, yes, that's me. Do you need something?".
"O—Oh, no, Maggie told me to bring you these." The strawberry blonde replied, gesturing to the folded clothes in her arms, "She said you needed some fresh clothes to change into you before you continue the search for that little girl.".
Letting one hand go from the towel, Taylor took the clothes from Beth with a gentle smile, "Thank you, Beth. I really appreciate it.".
The strawberry blonde nodded and smiled back, "Of course. I'll leave you to it. The blow drier and brush are under the sink.".
Beth then waved goodbye to the young teen as she walked out and shut the bathroom door behind her.
She was also eager to continue back on the search for Sophia now that Rick and Shane had time to rest up, and the young teen had hoped that maybe the group could possibly find her today.
Letting the towel slip from her body, the young teen changed back into her undergarments before putting on the clothes Beth had brought for her, which consisted of some jeans and a black tank top.
She then began to blow—dry her hair until it was completely dry before she tied up her black converse.
Grabbing her backpack and crossbow from the corner of the bathroom, the young teen headed out, closing the door behind her before making her way down the hall and down the stairs, heading outside of the Greene farmhouse and back over to the campsite.
