The Wanderers [Old Version]

Chapter 19: Retrievers

Rain's POV

I usually always woke up first, but I was extremely tired from the day before. Both mentally and physically. I woke up by the sound of a motor running.

I rolled to my side to see that Clara was already awake and gone. She was likely in the living room with the others.

I reluctantly rose from bed and walked to the living room, while fumbling around trying to pull my shirt over my head.

The bathroom door was closed and I could could hear water running.

The smell of cooking meat and eggs greeted me as I entered the living room. Clara was sitting on the couch eating, with her hair in a towel and Nico sat on the floor in front of her watching TV, his hair looked damp.

He must've heard me walk in because he talked to me without turning around, "We left you a plate on the counter. Should still be warm."

I grabbed it and sat on the couch next to Clara.

I looked at the TV to see an Old World movie playing. Two men fought with glowing swords in what looked like a volcano.

Clara looked at me, "Isn't it great? Nico found a generator in the back of the car outside. He powered it up and it's powering the whole house! We have power for once! Petra is in the shower, an actual warm shower!"

"Oh. Yeah I was wondering where the power came from. Good job, Nico."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. We already took our showers. Petra is probably almost done with hers. You can get in after she comes out."

"Alright, nice."

I had no memory of a warm shower. Clara probably did because of her being a rich girl in Lightstone. But Nico and Petra probably had never had a warm shower before either. I didn't know what to expect.

A few minutes later Petra came into the hallway and sat on a chair near the kitchen counter. Her hair was also in a towel.

It was my turn. I walked into the bathroom was greeted by steam and heat. I closed the bathroom door and the humid air inside suffocated me. But in a good way.

Three sizes of muddy footprints were on the ground. A single clean towel was folded on the counter.

I stripped and stood in the shower.

How do I start this thing? Oh, a handle. Lets push it...this way. COLD COLD COLD. Ok, the other way.

Warm water poured down on me and I could see the dirt and grime washing off my skin. I never realized how pale my skin actually was. It was always covered with a layer of dirt, but now having it washed off, truly showed my skin color.

Now that I thought about it, the others all looked paler too. I had gotten use to seeing them with a darkened skin tone, but now we were all as pale as ghosts.

I rubbed my body down with a bar of soap and rinsed my hair with a bottle of shampoo. Shampoo got in my eye, they really need to have a warning about that on the side of the bottle.

I was washed and clean in a matter of minutes, but I remained standing in the shower another ten or so, just because I loved the warmth of the water. For the first time in my life, I felt like I wasn't a dirty thief.

I finished my shower and dried with the clean towel. I simply shook my hand through my hair to dry it. I put my old clothes back on a reached for the door. In the corner of my eye I saw the trash can. Blonde and bronze locks of hair were tossed in it. Petra and Clara must have cut their hair shorter. I didn't see because of the towels on their head.