Chris didn't bother to get dressed again. His clothes were covered in dried blood and he didn't want to put them back on. Being self-conscious at this point wasn't worth the effort, and he didn't have anything to be ashamed about. And if anyone didn't like it, well . . . fuck them. He took a bottle of water from the soldier who offered it and drank greedily. It was emptied quick and he tossed the bottle aside. Chris went and showered quickly, getting himself cleaned up and then drying off, wrapping a towel around his midsection. He emerged from the shower and found Wendy, and crossed his arms while waiting for the next step.