Once upon a time in the post-apocalyptic hellscape of Z Nation, 10K and Citizen Z found themselves trudging through what once was picturesque countryside, now a desolate backdrop to their never-ending pawing for survival swag. "10K! Remind me again why we're diggin' through Grandma Edna's closet in her crumbly old farmhouse?" complained Citizen Z, nursing a spider bite that was less 'spidey sense' and more just an annoyance. "Because, Z, sometimes the best treasures are in the places others forget," 10K replied, his eyes scanning for hidden gems amongst moth-eaten cardigans and dusty vinyl records. "Or are too scared to check out." Through broken windows, moaning wind carried the distant screeches of zombies, like a twisted choir warming up for the world's worst concert. Yet amidst the chaos, 10K's cool demeanor remained unruffled. After dodging an overly affectionate zombie couple in the living room (who seemed to still believe in love even with half their faces missing), our heroes struck gold or, more accurately, canned peaches. They overlooked the expired date, cause when you're near starving, 'best by' is more a suggestion than a rule. Piling their loot into Citizen Z's trusty ol' backpack--strained by the weight of survival (and peach syrup)--they felt a successful scavenging run coming to a close. But as the duo readied to return to camp, 10K's keen eyes spotted an oasis in the apocalypse: an outdoor shower, miraculously fed by a still-working, gravity-driven water tower. With an ear-to-ear grin, 10K voiced his intentions, "I think I just found heaven, and it rains soap and water." Citizen Z rolled his eyes, "You sure that's a wise choice? The sound of running water could attract--" "Zeds? Nah, the nearest ones are two farms over. Believe me, I counted. Besides, when's the last time we had a proper wash?" 10K retorted as he started to discard his clothes with abandon. Standing in the buff, 10K's lean and athletic figure, honed by a life of running from the undead, glistened in the sun. Scars crisscrossed his sun-kissed skin, each a testament to narrow escapes and battles won. His firm and surprisingly un-zombie-chewed butt was a testament to all the sprinting he did on a daily basis. Citizen Z averted his eyes with a cough, "Ahem, I'll just... keep watch then, shall I?" "Good plan," 10K chuckled, stepping into the cascade of cold, refreshing water. As water spilled over his sandy brown hair, down the plains and valleys of his muscles, 10K looked like a demigod, albeit one with a very practical firearm leaning within arm's reach. He lathered and scrubbed with the kind of joy only known to those who have gone far too long without the luxuries of modern living. From his lookout spot, Citizen Z couldn't help but marvel at the sight, the absurdity of it all--a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss amid the planet's harshest makeover. "Ey, Z!" 10K called over the sound of water. "I know you're peeking. Jealous much?" "Me? Jealous?" Citizen Z scoffed, still consciously keeping his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I'll have you know I showered just last... month? Year? What year is it again?" The laughter that followed echoed across the abandoned countryside. It was the sound of a weird, wild joy born from the simple pleasure of a shower beneath a crumbling water tower in the middle of Z Nation. As 10K stepped out from the shower, he wrapped a questionably clean towel around his waist and grinned at Citizen Z, "Your turn, man." Citizen Z shifted uneasily, looking back towards the desolate farmhouse. "Nah, I think I just spotted Grandma Edna's bridal gown back there. And who knows? I'll find my own piece of heaven... preferably zombie-free and less... exhibitionist."