that when camping," Ralph said. "No thank you."
Ralph found some canned beef stew. I couldn't believe he'd eat it cold. Disgusting. Olivia ate a can of chicken noodle soup. We could've heated them up. There was a Coleman stove in the garage, but none of us had the energy. We ate and worked out our watch rotation.
"We should check to see if they left clean clothes that fit," Olivia said halfway through her soup. "I'm tired of wearing the underwear we stole from Ralph."
"What?" he said. "You stole my clean underwear?"
"Stole is such a harsh word," I said. I grinned at him. "I prefer borrow. We'll give the underwear back."
"Keep it," he said, looking disgusted.
We were all still wearing the camo we got back in Emory. I didn't see any reason to stop wearing it. It was only the second night after putting it on, after all. Our clothes might be filthy with sweat and blood, but camouflage was the best option for us.
"Okay, let's find something nice and dry to wear tonight, but I think we should wash our camo and let it dry overnight."
"I was thinking about a cute little summer dress, but that'll work, too," Olivia said, grinning.
"You fighting zombies in a dress would be a sight to behold," I said. "I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before."
We headed into the master bedroom after we finished eating. The chance of adult clothes in any other bedroom was slight. As expected, the huge walk-in closet was packed with women's clothes. Olivia got quite excited, but there wasn't really anything she could use. Nothing practical, at any rate. The man of the house's clothes were way too large for either Ralph or me to wear, but we each took an oversized t-shirt and some shorts to wear while our camo was drying. Olivia found some scrubs to wear.
The water was still running. It didn't need electricity to work. Olivia washed the clothes while Ralph and I looted the chest of drawers of underwear. We all seemed much more concerned with the cleanliness of our underwear than anything else. The man's boxers weren't that much larger than what we wore. And Olivia said the woman's undies fit well.
After stashing some more t-shirts in the jeep, Ralph and I loaded the canned goods we were taking into the jeep. We actually had to toss some of the stuff we grabbed in the armory to make room. I hated giving up anything, but we had to prioritize.
To dry our camo, Olivia fired up the small Coleman stove. She hung the wet clothes around it on hangers. Ralph was taking first watch, so he'd turn them so they dried evenly. Hopefully, our camo would be dry and ready to wear by the time I took the second watch. Olivia had last watch so she could have uninterrupted sleep. Yeah, the only perk of being the driver. It would've been best to have her take the first watch, but she was too tired.
Before we bedded down, we took turns bathing. I took the watch while Olivia bathed in the master bath and Ralph in the guest bath. Ralph relieved me to start his watch while I jumped into the master bath.
"Brrr," I said. "I hate cold water baths."
"I found it refreshing," Olivia said from the bed. "I'll warm you up when you're done."
It didn't take me long to bathe.
Chapter 3
Shattering glass woke me up. I sat up, and looked around. My heart raced.
"Help!" Ralph cried.
Olivia and I rolled out of bed. I grabbed my rifle and she grabbed her sawed off shotgun. We rushed out of the bedroom in our t-shirts and underwear. Ralph was struggling with two zombies, both large women. Three