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It was too dark for me to see the rest of the house. I decided it would be best not to leave the house for now. Grabbing up all the towels on the bathroom floor except for the one I had jammed under the door. Laying one out on the bottom of the tub as best I could. Then using the rest of the towels to cover myself. 

The towels brought me enough warmth to settle in, but the pain stopped me from falling asleep so I just laid there in pain. Waiting for the light to come. I'd never been scared of the dark. It was the shadows my imagination created that bothered me. Sometimes I would see faces in the dark. 

Sometimes it was just something moving just out of the corner of my eye. Trapped in that little bathroom with the unknown outside made me feel like a child trapped in my bed. Too scared to pull my covers up because then I wouldn't see the monster coming. I knew the lights were out. That meant I was going to stay trapped in the dark. 

Scared of the monsters outside my door that may or may not be there. It didn't matter if there was something there or not. Just the fact that it could be there, and I couldn't see or stop it was terrifying. My dagger had gone forgotten in the kitchen in my haste to find a hiding place for me to rest. The smell of the floral spray still lingered. 

Making me feel nauseous. I didn't regret it through. That spray had probably saved my life. All I had to do now was wait for the light to come, and chase my demons away. I waited for what felt like days until the seven o'clock healing rushed over my body. 

Restoring me back to life in an instant. I stood up. Peeling the bloody towel off my body, and dropping it with the rest of the towels in the bathtub. Then I stepped out of the tub. I was tired, but I could run on tired without much issue. 

I opened the door, and let the light in. I looked over to the bathroom mirror, and saw a stranger in my reflection. The woman that stood in my reflection didn't have an ounce of fat on her. She was muscular, but not in a way that made her seem masculine. She was athletic. 

Covered in dried blood, and beautiful. I leaned closer to the reflection. My eyes looked back at me from the mirror. The longer I looked the more landmarks of myself I saw. The cheekbones, the hair, the chin, and the nose were all mine. 

All the baby fat had been stripped away. This was what I looked like thin? I'd never been thin in my entire life. I'd always been chubby. I was the type that gained weight easily. 

I had been my entire life. It took literal weeks of starving myself to burn off all my fat. I was still completely naked. I'd ditched all my clothes, and they'd probably been torn to pieces. I started searching the house. 

I was cautious as I walked through the house. It didn't take me long to find the destroyed kitchen. My dagger had been tossed on the floor in a corner. I reclaimed the dagger. I frowned to myself as I walked through the room. 

The beast that had destroyed the wall was not little. The hole in the wall was big enough for a car to drive through. I was eternally grateful that I had hidden instead of choosing to fight this time around. I didn't have the strength to fight something like that after being burned, bruised, and shot. I started going through the house room by room. 

I felt incredibly exposed walking around naked with only my dagger to defend myself. It didn't take me long to find some clothes. Now that I was getting a better look around the place I realized that this place looked like the kind of house an elderly couple would keep. I ended up finding a wealth of nice little sweaters, and flowery sun dresses. This gal was way more positive then me. 

I tossed aside all the floral dresses, and old lady sweaters. Finding an underwear drawer to the far left. Most of them looked new, and hardly used. The only problem was they weren't really my size. I pulled them on anyways, and tied a knot in one side to make them fit. 

They would be semi uncomfortable, but they were better then nothing. The bra's were also a little on the big side so I searched through them for quite a while before moving out of the dresser, and into the closet. There I found a package of sport type bras. The kind that zipped up the front. They were in a brand new package. 

Completely unopened. Set on top of a brand new pair of running shoes. The running shoes had a cute pink bow in the purple laces, and they would light up when you ran, but they were around my size. I pulled one on to test them out, and found they were probably one size too small. They were close enough that I could probably force them to fit with a little time, but my feet would be hurting for a few days. I could deal with that. 

I took them off, and tossed them on the bed. Slipping one of the bras on, and feeling how they fit as I moved. The bra was a little too big, and was highly likely to get twisted up under my boobs, but it was the best I was going to get on short notice. I moved over to the other room, and found a large number of sarcastic t-shirts. I rifled through the t-shirts, and found one that wasn't a dad or grandpa joke. 

Putting it on, and finding that it fit well besides being a little too loose. I pulled the shirt tight, and tied a knot in the back of the shirt so I wouldn't have to deal with the slack. I pulled a loose pair of men's pants on, and tightened them in place with a belt. Cutting off all the pant leg that extended beyond my ankle with my dagger. Much more sure of how steady my hand would be then I should have been.