Dinah watches Jake as he leaves.  "Thanks shower-buddy!" she grins as his form-- for the moment, only a shadow among other shadows, fades into the faint glowing square of the entrance to the building's interior.  She finds herself standing up and letting the rain rinse the soap slowly from the tangles of her now-unbraided hair.  She's a little surprised to find that she's breathing faster than she expected, and with the tingling of heightened senses... the cool rain raises goosebumps on her skin that seem somehow connected to this... fluttering sensation in her lower belly.  Whether it's because of the rain or the crazed reaction to having hope and companionship, especially with someone-- well, actually, some<i>ONES</i>, she felt kind of attracted to in some way-- she was turned on.  '<br/><br/>'Oh, thank god the lightning's gone,' she thinks to herself as she faces the dark ghost town's shadows on the horizon-- like corpses in an old civil war photo she'd seen, the buildings just lay there like some refuse.  She was glad, then, that lightning hadn't struck them-- How ironic would that have been, to survive the mass slaughter of the populace at the hands of the undead only to die because she though it'd be fun to prance around in her underwear, on a roof, in a full-blown thunderstorm?  But more than that, awareness of the town, of the world beyond, brought on the shame of her overwhelming reactions-- hell, she was acting like an undergrad desperate for attention, whoring herself up for someone's approval, oblivious to consequences.  But... it wasn't just approval, was it?  She really wanted Jake, Marcus, and Kristie to like her, to want her around.  God, she didn't want them to think she was some sorority-girl slut or something.<br/><br/>Confused shame and excitement flooded her.  She wanted to wash thoroughly... now that Jake was inside, she picked up one of the buckets and, crouching over it, she tugged aside her underwear and washed with the rain-diluted suds on her hand.  She took longer than she should have, the self-doubt and fear and elation still coursing through her like a cocktail of stimulants and depressants fighting for control of her nervous system.  Yes.  She took a couple minutes longer than she expected, and was glad, quite glad, that the lightning had stopped.<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>When she finished, she rinsed with the bucket and then let it sit to refill.  She found the sodden clothes-- glad, at least, that she'd left her boots in the dry, she comes close enough to Kristie and Marcus to be heard band calls out softly that she's heading back down.  She walks lightly on the uncomfortable gravel and tar build-up of the roof, and finds the day's heat still lingering in the big metal building's interior as she descends to find the cheap flashlight from before, careful with each step as she makes her way toward the massive steel shelves they've adopted as their 'nest'.