Of course not, Bad Ends are too sad.

Hilda awoke with a start, terrified and gasping for air. She felt cold and clammy, and couldn't see anything. She tried to move, but found her arms and legs were stuck.

The last thing she remembered was falling into a stream and... drowning? Oh God! She was dead!

Wait, if I'm dead, then why do I hear birds chirping? And is that a stream? Why does my tummy feel warm?

Hilda struggled to move her arms again, this time she heard the sound of wet fabric ripping. Soon the darkness was replaced by blinding sun light. She was alive! Alive and lying in a shallow part of a... river?

The remnants of her shirt had apparently gotten pulled up over her head by the current, that last feat of strength had completely destroyed it, so Hilda removed the rags and tossed them aside (where they were quickly carried away by the current).

She looked down at herself.

Her bra was missing (it must have gotten unhooked and been washed away) leaving her ample breasts exposed and her nipples rock hard (it's chilly out!).

Her corset was also missing, exposing her soft, untoned stomach.

Her undersized panties were still clinging to dear life around her hips, but were definitely looking worse for wear. Her pants had been pulled down to her ankles, where they had some how managed to tie themselves into a knot. Hilda briefly tried to wriggle out of them, but that just made the knot tighter.

Hilda looked around. She was surrounded by trees on both sides of the water and could see no sign of the bridge. Judging by the location of the sun above her, she must have been out for hours.

Great, so I'm half-naked and have no idea where I am.

Hilda dragged herself out of the water and rested on the river bank, but her rest was short-lived as she heard what sounded like something big approaching.