What's next?

Maggie is captured

Once Maggie was sure she was safe from the Walkers, she collapsed against a tree, exhausted from her run. It was only when her heart rate slowed that Maggie could begin to grasp what she had done.

She was stranded in the middle of a forest, completely naked but for her boots, without any sort of weapon for protection. She hadn't been paying attention to where she was running, and her none of her surroundings looked familiar.

A light breeze blew through the trees, and Maggie shivered still dripping water from her swim. Blushing, she chose a random direction and began making her way through the trees, praying that she was heading back to her friends.

Maggie was so distracted with her thoughts that she didn't hear the man until he was right behind her. Gasping, she threw one arm across her large chest and the other between her legs, as he pointed a gun at her head.

"What do we have here?" he said, walking in slow circles around her, drinking in the sight of the naked, shivering 24-year-old. Maggie, too scared to answer, stayed silent, and looked for a possible escape.

"Not a talker? Not a problem, we'll get you spilling your secrets before long. Boots off," he said, digging his gun into her back, "Just in case you were thinking of making a run for it."

Determined to not cry, Maggie pulled her boots off and threw them away, her toes sinking into the leafy and muddy ground. Crossing her arms over her chest, Maggie stumbled ahead of her captor, her footing unsteady on the uneven ground, wincing as her bare feet were cut up.

Before long, they emerged by the side of a road. A 4x4 was parked up, and another man was leaning against it, smoking.

"Who's this?" he said, grinning at the naked girl in delight.

"Some weird nudist I found. She must have come from somewhere, but she ain't talking."

"Well if they've all got an ass like this one, we better find out."

Before Maggie could respond, she was hit heavily over the head and collapsed, ****.