Dead Rising 2 Clothes Novels & Stories

Humor was a brittle rope right now, but it helped me breathe. In the bathroom they’d left a fresh set of clothes: dark-chocolate leggings, an oversized jacket, and a long-sleeved red top with a brown wolf printed on it. Fuzzy socks and brown winter boots waited by the door. I changed into them, feeling human again in soft fabric. When I came out, Ryan was still waiting, cigarettes tucked away like a guilty secret. Alek’s voice cut across the corridor. “You look good. Ready for the last one of the day? You’ll have to come back in a week to witness the ones from your relatives.”

Neither was the pounding ache in my ribs, which stopped my heart and took my final breath. I looked down at my clothes, amazed that there was anything covering me at all. On my legs, I wore a khaki cotton harem and a basic black t-shirt that clung to every curve of my torso. These were not my property. Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died.

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

“Dee’s going to kill you.” “Nah,” I grinned, heading for the door. “She loves me. Everybody does.” ___________________ Kael POV The clothes Thessaly left out were simple but high quality, neutral leather, dark wool, no markings that would tie us back to Seralyn. I tugged the tunic over my head and adjusted the bracers at my wrists, making sure my blades were hidden but close. Riven, of course, was still admiring himself in the mirror. “I look like the bad boy your mother warned you about.”

What I have to do. Now my body is dressed in a transparent white dress. It covers my breasts and my sex, but the high slits on the sides leave my thighs exposed all the way to my hips. Also, the thin, sheer fabric does little to hide my nakedness. Even in the dim candlelight, the color of my nipples bleeds through the thin fabric. The dress has been cobbled together from various antique garments dating back to before the Cataclysm - wedding dresses, by the looks of it.

"This is for Wendy. How can you—" He suddenly stopped talking because his eyes landed on the glaring blood on the dress. The blood had already dried and darkened, much like Zane. The thought of his gruesome death made my blood run cold. But Louis just chuckled derisively and sneered at me. "Where'd you get this blood? From a chicken or a cow?" Wendy Lane, who had been silently watching, spoke up sweetly, "Louis, maybe Nora was just upset. Don't take it to heart. It's not good for your health to get worked up."

I wonder. People usually described ghosts to be ugly in their stories. With torn and worn out cloths. I seemed rather different. My black Heathens t-shirt, with which I died, was still new and clean. No blood stains. My black jeans and black trench coat was still crisp with newness. My hair was well combed.

"They just mean you didn't die." On the third day she brought a basin of warm water and a cloth and a clean shift and said "you need to wash" and helped me sit up on the edge of the bed. I peeled the dress off, the same dress I'd been wearing since the night I walked out of the gathering at Blackthorn, and it was so stiff with dirt and dried blood and sweat that it crackled when I pulled it over my head. Maren took it from me without looking at it and dropped it in a pile by the door.

Would my mother mourn my death and cry? But what if death just felt like that darkness? I took a deep breath and shook the thought from my mind. 'Just take a shower, get dressed, and get a cup of coffee.' I thought to myself. The shower did help a little. I felt refreshed. I searched my closet for something to wear. Since it was my first day, I originally wanted to dress up just a bit, but I just wasn't in the mood anymore. I opted for casual, pulling out a fitted black crop top and high-waisted, light-wash denim jeans that hung a tad too loosely, much to my irritation.

After Two days Alex walked to Dysis’s room. He knocked one time and then entered without awaiting her response. She sat at her vanity, brushing through her hair. She looked at him, astonished; Dysis wore a beautiful lilac dress that gracefully conformed to her figure, the soft color accentuating her delicate features. The gown featured a stylish silhouette, with elaborate intricacies that enhanced its elegance. She teamed it with plain white shoes, matching the gentle hue of the dress. “Follow me,” he ordered. "You require new clothing, footwear, and accessories."