Becky wanders back to the tribe

The jungle was far darker and more disorienting than Becky had expected it to be, though perhaps that was simply the result of her recent, less than pleasant experiences. She trudged onward for a long time, moving past plants and trees that she didn’t recognize, simply wandering blinding in the hope of finding some hint of a landmark with which to orient herself.

Eventually, the sound of rushing water caught her ear. If that was the same river they had been ambushed on, she could be saved! She would just need to follow the stream in the right direction and-

Becky froze. With excitement rushing through her, she hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going. She had eagerly pressed on into a clearing, moving toward the sound of the water. Now, as she looked around, several pairs of reptilian eyes looked back to meet hers. They, perhaps weren’t the same Lizardfolk that had captured her, but Becky seemed to have stumbled upon a group of hunters, armed fit and more than capable of reclaiming her naked, defenseless form.