Clothed, mid jungle

Emma looked up at the trees and the bright blue sky behind them. Her eyes were squinted. She brushed the short dark hair out of her face. She stood up and looked around. She was somewhere jungle like that also seemed to be remote. She felt an itch in her legs. She looked down and saw her bare feet covered in sand and her slipping jeans with slightly ripped pant legs. Her sweater was torn on the shoulder and part of her left sleeve. She took a closer look at the pants. It seemed she was dragged here or walked without remembering.

The last thing she remember was on the boat. She and Miranda were playing strip darts. The weird thing was that she didn’t lose at all. Miranda cut close a couple of times but only managed to take jacket from her. Miranda was fully naked before the storm was within sight. Emma had even begun making up dares for winning or stripping double for losing.

Emma tried to find a path to wherever she came from. There were two possible trails. One led to probably a beach, it had sand blended in. The other may have led to potential capturers. Emma looks down at her damaged attire and knows she doesn’t wear a bra under her sweater, which is now ripped and makes her boobs even more visible than before. She has on only three pieces of clothing.