A ragged mess

Mackenzie slowly clambered to her feet, trying to shake the fuzziness out of her head, feeling every spot where she had struck something on the way down the cliff. A stone digging into the sole of her left foot made her yelp and shift slightly, her breasts jiggling gently, abruptly clearing the fog from her head as she looked down at herself.

"Aw, shit," she swore softly, looking down at the ground. While she was relatively unharmed, the same could not be said of her clothes. Her sandals were missing, likely scattered somewhere along the cliff face. Her shorts were torn in several places, including one inconvenient tear over her right cheek that ran from her ass crack around to beneath her hip, showing the tattered mess of her panties beneath. Pale flesh showed through the multitude of small tears, though the rest of her panties were intact, as far as she could tell.

What worried her the most, though, was her tank top and bra. Her bra and tank top's left straps had snapped in the tumble down the cliff face, along with the clasp of her bra. Her bra hung forlornly from its' right strap, and the torn strap of her tank top dragged it down her front, leaving her left breast exposed. Several other tears were evident in her tank top as well, crisscrossing her stomach, sides, and back, while another one across the lower part of her right breast, exposing the lower part of her bra.

Frustrated, she yanked her ruined bra out from beneath her tank top and threw it to the side, before attempting to tie the damaged strap of her tank top together. It took her three tries, but she finally managed to tie a knot in it. She could tell it was flimsy, and she'd probably have to retie it every so often, but at least she was covered again. She looked down at herself again, and cursed as she realized that tying the strap together had pulled the split across her right breast up, leaving her nipple dangerously close to falling out of the split.

With nothing else she could do about her clothing, she set about finding a way out of her predicament. There was no way she could go back up the cliff. She did have a few options, though. She could follow the nearby river downstream a ways. There was a place where the water eddied into a swimming hole where she could pick up the trail home, though it would be pretty heavily trafficked. If she followed the cliff face the other way, she might find a spot where she could climb back up it, then find the trail out again.