Ditch the towel

Rebecca bit her lip. If she asked one of her neighbors to get the key for her, than she'd be waiting out in the hallway even longer than she wanted. And that wasn't even taking into account that possibility that the first neighbor she chose wasn't even home. She had ****. She had to do this.

"Okay, Rebecca, you can do this." The officer thought to herself, trying to psych herself up. "You are a member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team. You've taken on crazed gunmen, gangs, and armed robbers. Heck, as laughable as it is, you can most likely survive a zombie outbreak. You can do this!"

Rebecca gulped nervously as her face turned red. Hands trembling, she reached for the knot in her towel and undid it, the cloth falling to the floor.

She was now standing in her hallway... Completely in the raw. Au natural. Naked as a jay bird. Naked as the day she was born. Wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Butt naked. One hundred percent nude.

Wedging a hand to cover her shaved privates and using her other arm to cover her A-cup chest, Rebecca began to quietly sprint down the hall. With her face redder than a stop light, she kept her eyes peeled for any other people, not wanting to be seen like this. She felt her heart beating a mile a second as she came to a stop at the end of the hall, her chest heaving as she took shallow breaths.

Looking down, Rebecca saw the plastic potted plant that the building's superintendent had added to the hall for decoration. Reaching down, she picked up the pot and held it in front of her lower half as the plastic leaves covered her top half. With this makeshift cover, Rebecca turned the corner as she continued her trek to the lobby. All she had to do was make it to the elevator, get the key from Terry, and pretend that none of this ever happened.

Just as Rebecca reached the halfway point to the elevator, however, she froze when she saw the number on the floor indicator change from "Lobby" to "1". Someone was using the elevator!

Now Rebecca was starting to panic. She couldn't be seen like this. She had to hide! Looking around, she noticed two possible options.

First, there was a broom closet that was left slightly ajar. She could quickly duck in there and wait for whoever it was to pass by. If she was lucky, she could probably find one of the custodial uniforms in there and slip it on.

The second option was an open widow that lead to the fire escape. Though she realized that she would be more exposed out there, she also realized that the escape led out to the alleyway where there was very few people.

As Rebecca saw the floor indicator switch to "2", accompanied by a chime, she knew that she only had a split second to decide. She gulped as she sat the plant down and made her decision.