Try to open the window. Maybe the woman didn't lock it...

With her face red as can be, Rebecca walked over to the window and placed her hands on the glass, praying that the woman didn't lock the window. She pushed upwards as hard as she could, trying to get a grasp with her still wet hands as she strained to open it from the outside.

"Streaking AND breaking and entering!" She grunted, still trying to push up on the window. She let out a sarcastic laugh, adding, "Oh, these are definitely grounds for getting arrested!"

After a minute of struggling, Rebecca sighed in defeat. It was no use, the woman had locked it. The young woman whined as she covered her chest abd privates once more, racking her brain to think of a way out of this mess. She was about to use the fire escape to climb down when she suddenly heard the familiar chime of the elevator.

Turning her head in a mixture of shock and terror, Rebecca saw the elevator doors slowly open again through the window. She backed away slowly to try to get away from the window in question, only for her still wet feet to slip on the scaffolding, sending her over the railing head first. Rebecca screamed as she closed her eyes, switching over to her back as she braced for impact.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you view it), Rebecca ended up landing in the dumpster with a thud. Rebecca groaned as she sat back up, noticing that the only injuries she had obtained was a bruised shoulder, bruised tailbone, and a nuked pride.

"Well," she spat sarcastically as she pulled a banana peel out of her hair and tossed it to the side, "so much for my bath."

Slowly climbing out of the dumpster, Rebecca landed on her feet before covering up her privates and chest again. She was wet, naked, filthy, and now even more exposed than before! The red faced officer looked around, thankfully noticing that she was alone in the alley. But she knew that that could change at any second, given Raccoon City's size. She was actually quite surprised that -

Rebecca strangled that thought immediately. Being seen like this was the literal last thing that she needed right now!

She wracked her brain once again to try and figure out what to do next. She saw a side door next to the dumpster that she could use. She knew that this door lead to apartment's 24-hour laundromat and was usually unlocked at this time. This was a double-edged sword for Rebecca because, while it meant that she could find something to wear, she knew that it was usually busy this time of night.

Not to mention, that pervasive security guard, Lucy Walters, often hung out there on less busy nights. And since the twenty-year-old seemed to, unfortunately, have the hots for Rebecca, the officer did NOT want her seeing her like this.

On the other hand, she could search the alley for something to cover herself with, and then just enter the lobby through the front door. She would talk to Terry, he'd laugh at her expense, he'd give her her key, she'd get back in her apartment, she'd take another bath, she'd go to bed, and she'd just pretend that this was all just a bad dream. Of course, this was assuming that the lobby didn't have more people in it other than Terry.

Rebecca bit her lip as she weighed her options.