Helen begins her streak

Helen cradled her phone in her hands as she hurried through the building, the camera pointed at her wide-eyed, pale, wet face. She was trying to listen for sounds of people approaching, but it was hard to do while her friends were loudly teasing her.

"You look FREEZING, Helen!"

I bet that floor's slippery with no shoes on!"

"Where are you even going?"

"I don't know!" Helen hissed down the phone. "I'm not allowed to borrow some clothes, so I-"

The wet girl slid to a halt when she heard voices approaching. Whimpering, she looked around desperately for a hiding spot.

With the camera still pointed at her face, Helen clambers inside somewhere dark. Turning the phone, the naked girl showed her teamates that she was inside a cloth-covered food service trolley. She hugged her knees to her chest and remained as still as possible.

"Where did all this water come from?" a muffled voice could be heard saying.

"I guess they've already loaded it."

Helen nearly fell out of her hiding place as someone pushed the trolley forwards. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a squeak and hoped that she wasn't being taken somewhere she'd be exposed to hundreds of people.

Before long, the trolley stopped moving. The naked girl heard footsteps walking away, a door closing...and then silence.

"You're going to have to move eventually!" her friends reminded her.

Taking a deep breath, Helen pushed open the curtain, and looked around.