Resistance (Earth Evolution Series Book 2) by KD Jones Page B

He opened the door. “Found some things here.”
    Rachel came over and peered inside the locker. “It’s musty smelling, but beggars can’t be choosers.” She reached inside and pulled out a towel and a one piece overall uniform. They were too big for her so she handed them to Kyle.
    He lifted the garment to his nose and sneezed before throwing it to the ground. “I’ll stick with my own clothes.”
    Rachel tried to hide a giggle. She agreed with him on that. She wasn’t going to put on clothes that hadn’t been washed in years. It was stiff in places and she didn’t even want to think about what that was from. The towel was a different story. It had been folded neatly, which made her think it was a clean one, or at least before the nukes hit it had been clean.
    “I might take a quick shower and get some of this filth off me. See if you can find more towels that are folded. Those will be mostly likely the clean ones. We can fold some up to use as a pillow or blanket so we can get some rest.”
    “What will you wear?”
    “I’ll put my own clothes back on after I’m dry.” She walked back through the entry leading to the showers.
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    Damn. Images of Rachel completely bare with water rushing over her body plagued him as he punched another locker to open it. There was nothing in it but old shoes and a name badge. He closed it and went to open another. This one had a folded towel. He pulled it out and placed it on the bench.
    He kept searching and found three more towels, a couple of jackets they could use as blankets, and a water bottle that he thought they could fill up and drink from. It would come in really handy when they moved on. He stopped and listened for the water but did not hear it running. He assumed she had finished her shower. He headed in that direction and froze when he saw her.
    “Kyle!” Rachel reached up to cover herself.
    “I thought you were done.”
    She reached for her towel and wrapped it around her body. “I am, but I wanted to check the other stalls to see if they were working. Only two work.” She shivered. “Why are you in here?”
    He held up the water bottle. “I thought I would fill this up.” He bent over and turned the water on.
    “Perfect. I could definitely use something to eat and drink right now. Not to mention an hour or two of sleep would really do a world of good. I feel like I am the walking dead here.”
    “Do your dead walk?” He frowned, looking concerned.
    “Of course not. It’s a figure of speech. It just means I’m really tired.”
    “Yes, then I am walking dead too. Come, let’s eat and then get some rest.” He motioned for her to head in front of him.
    “Did you find anything useful?” Rachel asked him.
    “Just a few more towels and a couple of coats. The coats didn’t smell worn so I’m not sure they were used much.”
    “Good. I didn’t want to put my clothes on right away. They were kind of sweaty. Hoping they will dry out some.”
    He watched her as she checked out the two coats. Neither one would really fit her. She was too short and whoever owned the coats was big.
    “I’ll use this one. It should cover me up.” She put her arms through the sleeves, which overlapped her hands by three inches. She then zipped the coat up. She shimmied and the towel she had been wearing fell to her feet.
    “It’s thick. Should keep us warm.”
    Kyle closed his eyes. The towel was gone which meant she was completely naked under that coat. His body was already hard for her. With her being washed free of the dust, he could smell her sweet fragrance and it was driving him crazy. He had to get his mind off of her.
    He walked over to a bench and tried lying flat on his back. It wasn’t comfortable at all. He turned on his side, which proved to be even less comfortable. “Fuck.”
    “Come over here. The floor is the best we’re going to get.” Rachel called out.
    He looked over at her and his heart rate sped up. She had used the towels he found and