He was able to find a piece of clothing, it was a trouser, but Kevin hesitated on whether to take it or not.
The trousers lay half-buried beneath rotting refuse, the fabric stiff with grime and darkened by old stains. One leg was torn at the knee, threads fraying like exposed nerves, while the waistband sagged, its button long gone. They reeked of dampness and decay.
This was the first time in his life that he had to deal with such a situation. He was very much tempted on leaving, and completely ignoring this piece of clothing.
But with the current situation that he was in, he really had no other choice. In the end, he gritted his teeth, before he picked up the trouser.
He tried to wipe away the dirt on it, but in the end, he could not do it completely. Additionally, the stink on it was something that he could not eliminate at all.
Resisting the urge to puke, he put on the trouser, as he felt slightly relieved that he was no longer walking around in his underwear.
