No escape

For the next hour, Jessica paced up and down the alley. She had been totally cutoff from any communication. She yelled down the chute she slid out from, no luck. She tried throwing stones at the windows of Markle's workshop, no luck. After she attempted everything, Jessica only had one option left...

She had to get the attention of someone in the crowd. This would bring alot of unwanted attention to herself, considering she was naked and covered in filthy food waste. With a strop and a stomp, Jessica growled and made her way back over to the tall fence. "Hey! You! C'mere!"

Jessica called out to a mature woman. She had her brown hair cut into a neat and tidy bob and wore a casual purple top and brown trousers. "Listen lady, I've been harassed by some awful people! I need your help to get me outta here!" Jessica tried to reason with the lady. The woman glanced at the noticeboard next to the fence, then back at Jessica. "What's your name?" She asked her.

Jessica crossed her eyewbrows, she was not expecting that response. "Uhh... not important, what is important is you getting me outta here!" Jessica continued her negotiation. "Well it seems you are the homeless person this sign portrays, Jessica..." The woman told the naked reporter.

Jessica's jaw dropped, she never gave her a name. The naked reporter immediately grabbed the sign and examined it. Her heart sank as she saw what it said.

"Here be Jessica Johnson, homeless and poor. Be warned! This fiend will attempt to escape by any means necessary. Keep your distance for she may attempt a mugging. If asked a question by her, counter by asking what her name is."

Jessica gulped. "What the fuck is this place!?" She was almost impressed by Markle's invention, it had painted a very good picture, framing her as a homeless idiot. Now nobody would believe a word she said...