Feeling cold water on your skin

You open your eyes, the headache and the cramping has dulled substantially. You don't know where you are but it's clear the skies have opened. It starts with a few drops at first, but eventually it's a full downpour. You use what's left of your trousers to wipe your legs, and your new nethers, as gently as you can before you stand up and try to find a place to get out of the elements.

You don't find much, trees, moss, and woods as far as the eye can see. Your new, short-length, raven hair begins to feel heavy on your head. You stumble on, ripping the tattered pants to create an awkward cape, that at least does something to keep you covered.

You're weak, and thirsty and depleted. But you soldier on eventually finding a hand-dug dirt-road, you have to think was commissioned by nobility. You rest, hoping you'll find road-markers to give you some idea of where you are, or where to go. Anything but endless trees, and sticks that scour your skin.

You understand the danger you're in, being alone and naked in a world full of things that would jump to have such a free meal. You push it out of your mind and shuffle on, eventually hearing noise, you think they're voices, but from this far away, you cannot tell.