In the post-apocalyptic world of "Z Nation," 10K and Addy, the bonded pair of zombie-slaying pals, found themselves on a scavenging mission in what used to be a quaint little town called Pleasantville. The only thing "pleasant" now was the complete absence of the undead, for a change. As they shuffled through the dilapidated grocery store, Addy had on her signature bandanna and an expression that meant business. Meanwhile, 10K's eyes gleamed with the quiet intensity of a cat stalking a can of sardines that had been sitting on the shelf since before the apocalypse. "Find anything good?" Addy asked, twirling a rusty can opener around her finger. 10K shrugged, holding up a dented can labeled "SPAM." "Does this count as good?" he questioned with half a smirk, his eyes darting around for hidden snacks or more practical finds. Their banter was interrupted by a surprising sight. A few aisles away, an outdoor camping store display was mostly intact. Tents, sleeping bags, and - lo and behold - an outdoor shower setup complete with a large, sun-heated water bag. With a chuckle, Addy nudged his arm and said, "Looks like someone's getting a spa day." 10K, dirty from days of navigating the zombie wasteland, wasted no time. "I've got dibs!" he called out, racing towards the shower before Addy could protest. He wasted no time setting up the contraption, suspiciously eyeing a squirrel that seemed overly interested in the proceedings. Once done, in a moment of blissful abandon, 10K began shedding his clothes like a snake discarding its old skin - layers of zombie apocalypse chic, revealing a surprisingly well-maintained physique. Each piece of his attire was flung haphazardly to the side until he stood there, in the buff, with a confidence that only a man with his level of zombie kills could exude. His butt, a fine sculpture, was like two resilient, tanned peaches that had miraculously survived the end of the world. The playful light of the setting sun traced the contours of his muscles, and one may have mistaken him for an ancient Greek statue if not for his decidedly modern haircut and the semi-automatic strapped to his back. Addy, who'd been fiddling with some camping gear, looked up to catch the full display. She let out a whistle. "Well, damn 10K, if sharpshooting doesn't work out, you got a career in buns of steel videos!" He flashed her a playful grin and stepped under the shower, the water cascading off his shoulders and running down his back in rivulets that gleamed in the light. "Yeah? I'll keep that in mind for the post-post-apocalypse." As he soaped up and scrubbed the grime away, Addy couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. In spite of the world being overrun by hordes of brain-munchers, there were still moments of absurd normality. "Hey!" 10K shouted without looking. "No Peeping Toms! Keep watch for Z's will ya?" "Relax, shower boy. The Z's are probably running away from that smell you had going on," she called back with a smirk, leaning against a nearby tree, her shotgun at the ready. It wasn't long before 10K turned off the water, feeling more human than he had in weeks. Drying off with a scavenged towel, he called out, "All clear, Addy! Your turn if you want." "Nah, you're the clean scout for today. Just don't start thinking about making this a regular thing, pretty boy," she teased as he got dressed. 10K grinned, feeling refreshed and ready for whatever the Z Nation threw at them next. They left Pleasantville is high spirits, joking about starting a line of post-apocalyptic bath and body products, all while keeping their eyes peeled for their less-cleanly undead foes. After all, in Z Nation, even a simple shower can become an adventure.