>>5469967>>5469939>>5469922You are going to say more... but... you realize... you feel gross. Not sick... GROSS! You are dirty!
You used to have baths, daily, with scents and oils you arent used to roughing it, and the... roughly thirty hours of panic attacks and no hygiene has made your body feel like its been dipped in oil. You feel rancid.
"Um... wheres the shower?" You ask Carrie, you will finish this... LATER.
"Bottom floor." She points down.
You nod and take your uniform and head down... and she's following you. You start walking down faster, and so does she. You run, she runs.
"Why are you chasing me!?" You shout behind you.
"I am following you! What if you get lost!" She yells back. And before you respond you are at the bottom floor.
The bottom is way bigger then the higher floors, because this is the unisex part of the dorms.
You peak into the showers and... well they are divided by gender at least... but they are public!
You eep and stare at the door mustering your courage... as Carrie walks in.
You hear a sound of a pokeball opening and a loud clamor as, after a few minutes a lot of angry red faced convict woman stomp off, still dripping as Carrie walks out of the shower and stares at you.
"Shower is open."
>...what?>Oh cool, private shower>Carrie you can't do that! I am going to be called a bully!>Write in 