Try to find something to cover your nakedness

You look up and down the alley, hoping against hope that somewhere there something you can use to cover your nakedness. The only possibility you see is an overflowing dumpster about thirty yards down the alley. Perhaps there is something there you can use.

Warily, half expecting the door behind you to open with Simmons or Richards in pursuit, you make your way down the alley to the dumpster and start to rummage in the junk laying around for something to wear. Unfortunately nothing you see looks remotely useful and you give a little sob of despair.

"What you up to sweetie?" a rough voice asks you. You squeak in alarm and spin around to see two ragged looking men squatting in an alcove on the other side of the alley, passing a bottle between them.

"Oh my God! You scared me," you say, then consideration of your situation and your nakedness kicks in, and a wave of sickening fear sweeps through you as the two men stand up. You cower away from them, terrified.

"Please don't hurt me," you beg.