A Rude Awakening
She was definitely naked. And cold. Michelle stood with a fist-sized stone in hand, raised to throw it through a window in the door of what she was pretty sure was some kind of shop attached to the beach on which she'd awakened. Gift shop, maybe. Or a coffee shop? She couldn't read the signage.
But it was locked up tight, so she was pretty sure whatever treasures it might contain had not been looted. Yet. She'd picked up a decorative rock to smash a window when she heard someone call to her. Her free hand brushed her belly, where she usually carried her handgun in a AIWB holster. All she touched was skin, though.
She turned. A man in loose pants and a t-shirt was some distance away, walking toward her. She waved to acknowledge his greeting, then smashed the window. Reaching carefully through the opening, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, then stepped over the broken glass to enter.
It was definitely a shop of some kind. Michelle didn't really care what kind at the moment. Her attention was on the coat rack by the door. A cable-knit sweater hung from one of the pegs. She snatched it and pulled it on over her head.
It was a large man's sweater, dark green, wider through the shoulders than she was. It hung nearly to her knees, and the sleeves fell past her fingertips and she had to bunch them up above her elbows. But it was soft and warm, and she was glad to have it. The faint scent of pipe tobacco that permeated it was more pleasant than not.
She stepped back outside to wave to stranger. "Better now," she announced.