Sandra woke up groggy, she felt like she’d been sleeping for days as she sat up. As she placed her hand on the ground and looked around, Sandra realized many things in quick succession.
The first, was that she was not in her bed, she patted her hand on the ground, covered in hard cobblestones.
The second, was that she was not in Samantha’s dorm either, she looked around and found nothing but dark building surrounding her, wherever she was, the walls were very close on either side, she was in an alleyway.
The third, was that she was extremely cold. She figured it must’ve been because it was nighttime, it was so incredibly dark here. She wrapped her arms around herself to shiver for warmth, then froze, horrified. It suddenly became maddeningly apparent why she was cold.
She was completely naked. Her stiff nipples pressing against her goosebump riddled arm made that apparent. Sandra looked down at herself to mentally confirm what she knew to be true, and sure enough was greeted by her pale naked body. Almost… too pale. Something wasn’t right.
She stretched out her arm, examining her skin, she could clearly see all her features, her freckles clearly dotting the skin, but something about it seemed off, like something was missing. Thinking about how pale she should’ve been conjured up the memory of how she had looked at the end of that retched board game.
Suddenly the fog in her mind cleared and her memories flooded. “The board game!” She cried, “What the hell happened? We-We turned into sand and…and then…” She couldn’t remember, the next thing she remembered was waking up in this street. “We need to read that card again, what did it say?” Her mind was racing, more than it had in a long time, most likely on account of fear. “Emily should have it. Emily?” She looked around for Emily. But it was then she realized something else about her situation, she was completely alone.
“Tracy? Sammy?” No response. Sandra wanted to try to shout for them, but thought better of it, a naked girl alone in a strange alleyway might not have been the best thing again. She felt a gust of cold air against her pussy. She needed to get inside.
Sandra’s bare feet slapped against the cold cobblestones as she made her way to the end of the alleyway, doing her best to cover her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other.
“Why is it so dark?” Sandra murmured as she stumbled through the alley. Sandra frowned as she looked around, no dark wasn’t the word she was looking for, it wasn’t dark, she could see but, something about the lighting was wrong, she glanced down at her arm again, so pale it looked grey. She rubbed her eyes, then quickly covered herself again, was it something wrong with her eyes?
As she scratched her head about what was going on, walking slowly toward the end of the alleyway, she heard something to her left. She perked up, looking down the intersecting alleyway. Sandra frowned, turning back toward the end of the alley she’d already been headed towards. She was almost to the street now, and she thought she heard the sounds of a nightclub. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable place, she knew, but it would be warm inside, and no one would question her nakedness, in fact they’d probably cheer for it, she grinned.
She looked down the left alley again, “Tracy?” She nervously called out. She still hadn’t found any signs of her friends, “Is that you?” She hesitated, holding her breath. She glanced again at the street. “Who’s there?” She called into the alley again.