Melissa, cornered by a swarm, still dove for cover. Protecting her pack, with its meager supplies, spare clothing, and first aid kit was her priority now. When it became clear what the Zubats are after, she did her best to pull off her salt-water soaked dress, trying to avoid getting clawed.<br/><br/>The situation is ridiculous, panic-inducing. She sobbed as she threw the remnants of cloth at the Zubats, curling up atop the pack, almost completely naked. She still had her shoes, those being particularly difficult for the bats to remove. The whole thing reminded her of a nightmare she used to have, of being naked in school or at a family gathering or, worse, a play or sporting event.<br/><br/>And with the poison of the tentacruel still flowing through her system, her arousal wasn't abating. She began feeling like it was a dream, and she needed to escape, to run, or to find someone to curl up to and hide behind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>