Continue through the forest at night.

Druuna checked her money pouch and found that she only had fourteen bottle caps left. It would probably be twelve to fifteen to stay at an inn, and she didn’t like the idea of staying in a stranger’s house, or worse yet that disgusting old man’s basement. Druuna gathered up her courage and walked out of the towns gate and into the forest.

As the night became pitch black, Druuna rifled through one of her pockets and found a long cylinder that she had been looking for. Druuna remembered finding a pile of these odd tubes at an abandoned green building out near the mountains. According to her research, the cylinders were “military glow sticks”. Somehow the normal looking plastic tubes could, when bent, be used to provide light for up to twelve hours. They were much more useful than flashlights, as there weren’t factories to make batteries anymore. Druuna only had a half dozen of the tubes left, having bartered away a number of them for supplies and food after she found them.

Druuna bent the rod until she head it snap and the area around her was instantly aglow with an eerie green light. Druuna shivered at the way the shadows it cast seemed to move and dance around her, like a pack of wolves stalking her. Keeping one hand on her pocket knife and the other on the glow stick, Druuna continued forward through the forest. She went on for a number of hours in the thick darkness, when:

Snap

Druuna whirled around, squinting into the darkness to see what had made the sound. She stood then, frozen in apprehension and trying to hear any sounds that could clue her in on what was following her. Eventually she decided it was nothing, and continued on her way down the overgrown forest road. Shortly after midnight she came to an abandoned farmhouse. Druuna was pretty tired at this point, and decided it would be best to rest for awhile before continuing on.

Druuna crept into the dilapidated building and found some soft hay piled in the barns corner. After making sure the building was empty and hiding herself behind some crates, she made herself a bed of hay and went off to sleep.

Druuna slept soundly for a couple hours when she was awoken by the sound of someone cocking a gun. Druuna looked up to see two men; one a large, muscular man with a shotgun wearing black clothing and the other a scrawny, ugly little man with a rifle, aiming their guns at her. One of the men motioned to her with his gun “Well, lookey what we got here Jarvis. My ain’t she a pretty one.”
The other man chuckled and grinned evilly “You got that right Denver! She sure is a good looking bitch! And look at all the expensive stuff she’s got with her! I think she must have come all this way to give us a present.”
The other man, apparently named Denver, spit on the ground and nodded at Druuna “Alright bitch, take off all your shit and lay them in a pile. Then, go sit down on the floor and be quiet. Try anything and I’ll shoot off your foot. Your still worth plenty without a foot or two, so don’t think I’ll hesitate to make your ass a cripple.”
Druuna was horrified and couldn’t see any other choice, so she followed the larger man’s orders and piled all of her possessions into a pile and sat on the floor naked before the two men.