Trust them and give in to the search.
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm going to trust you," you say quietly. "Because you're right. Three of us can watch each other's backs and carry more supplies, sleep in shifts if it comes to that." You slide out of your bug out bag and wet jacket, still not exactly excited to be stripping in front of two strange women. "Just remember that I came to help you when no one else did, in the case you're planning on stripping me and robbing me."
"We're not planning that," Alisha said, picking up the flashlight. The blonde, Sam, took a seat on one of the boxes facing the other direction in what you imagine was an attempt to give you a bit of privacy. "This is about our safety."
You try not to think about how weird it all is as you strip out of your wet things. You're also not exactly proud of yourself, having shriveled in the cold rain a bit, as she scans over you with the flash light. To her credit, Alisha is purely business, and doesn't so much as make a noise as she checks every inch of your body, including areas only one proctologist had ever taken a hard look at. It takes ten minutes tops, and when she's finished, she turns her back. "You can get dressed," she says.
"Anything?" Sam asks quietly.
"He's good," Alisha says. Sam lets out a little sigh, then claps her hands together twice.
You shrug back into your wet things, wondering what the next course of action should be.
