Leave them for now

You feel nervous about this whole thing, like something isn’t right here. How could your clothes end up here? Surely the wind couldn’t have blown them so easily into this webbing. You take a few steps back. As you do, you notice something above up. Your head shoots up, seeing a black spider as big as your torso descending towards you from the leaves above. You yelp at the sight, causing it to freeze, as if trying to avoid detection.

You stumble backwards away from it. Your heart sinks with the realization that your clothes are lost to this oversized arachnid. There is no way you’ll be able to retrieve them without the thing pouncing on you.

You feel even more **** now, knowing the rest of your journey must be made in the nude. You cover yourself with your arms and reluctantly make your way down the river, staring at your garments as you walk away. You glance behind yourself every so often just to make sure the feeling of someone staring at your naked back is just that: a feeling.

You continue heading downstream of the river. The sun is setting rather quickly and you have yet to find any indications of human life. You wonder what you should do. You’re naked and growing very hungry. Your feet ache from walking barefoot and there is no signs of you finding anyone to help.

You collapse into the dirt below you, your feet giving up alongside your spirit. You sob quietly to yourself. There is no hope for you. You’ll never make it out of this forest alive. You wipe away the tears beginning to stream down your face.

You wished you were back at the village—back in your own bed. Even having to suffer your landlady was better than this. You would rather return to your life of being watched over by your controlling landlady than be stuck naked out in this forest. She was evil and raised you without letting you enjoy a scrap of your youth, constantly forcing you to work with the cows, but at least she provided a bed and food for you to eat.

The night is mostly upon you now, only a sliver of the sky shines with an orange hue. As hope escapes you, you wonder if you should just lie down and give up now. But before all your hope is lost, you see through teary eyes something in the distance. A faint glow stands above the trees. It isn’t the setting sun, which is opposite of where the glow originates. It is something else. The lights from a town!

You quickly get on your feet and make your way in the direction of the glow. You keep yourself covered with your arms, trying to retain at least a shred of decency. You pray to yourself that it’s a human town and that it’s not glowing from similar flames that burned your own village down.

Moving down the river and trudging through a bit more forest, you happen upon a tall stone wall. You trace around the structure that shields the settlement within, happening upon a large wooden gate.

You see no one around, but you keep yourself hidden in the trees just outside the entrance, making sure you don’t reveal yourself to any lookouts that may be out of sight atop the walls. You’re still not sure who this fort belongs to, and until you find out, you’re in no hurry to reveal your naked and **** self.

You hear a cart and horses in the distance, making you duck further into the bushes. You peer out, hoping to see who’s driving it. As the carriage approaches, you spot a man at the front. You’re filled with optimism at seeing him, but you continue to stay hidden, none too eager to show your bare bosom to a stranger.

The cart stops in front the gates and the drive gets off. He gives a loud whistle, prompting a small door beside the gate to open and a rather ragged man dressed in heavy leathers and equipped with a crossbow to step out.

You hear the man talking to the carriage driver, but you don’t hear exactly what they say. You look toward the cart, seeing the carriage covered by a wide tarp. An idea springs to mind. You could sneak into the town by hitching a ride alongside the cart’s merchandise. It’ll help avoid trying to explain to the guard why you’re running around naked. You’re just not sure what you’ll do after you get past the gates.

You don’t have much time to think. You’re sure the two men will soon wrap up their conversation and the driver will be off. Should you hop onto the cart or think of something else?