A special thank you to BunLover for editing this story. Part 3 coming soon.
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After climbing the rock cliff, Karen dressed herself and hiked around the area. She couldn't hear or see any sign of her rapist. In a desperate attempt to find him, she took her clothes off and jumped in the water again. She climbed up under the falls and let the water run over her like before, hoping that his arms would again wrap around her. Nothing happened, and it was colder now. She realized that she was lucky that the man raped her because she would have had hypothermia if she had stayed too long in the cold water. She called out for the man over, and over again before heading back to her rock to collect her things. As she climbed up the rock, still naked and getting cold, she noticed that her backpack and her clothes were all missing. Raging she screamed out, "Who the hell took my clothes! Please bring them back!" There is no answer, just the sound of the waterfall.
Her survival instincts kicked in, and she knew that she needed to get to shelter before it got any colder. She was naked and had no equipment. Walking into an area with some trees and branches and Karen began to make a tipi style lean-to with her bare hands. By using the tree limbs and covering them with leaves she made a rather nice shelter. She also fashioned a sturdy cot woven with sapling bark around two poles that was off the ground. She covered herself in ferns and lay down to sleep. She was quite proud that she was able to fashion a respectable shelter before it was too dark. The sound of the falls really helped to forget the challenges of the day, and she quickly fell asleep, naked and covered with ferns.