Andrea slumped to the ground as the creatures tentacle slide from each of her orifices as it retreated to the sounds of gun blasts. As Mark leaned down, she cringed in her exhausted state - unable to shake the fear that everything moving was trying to kill her, or impregnate her, or whatever the hell was going on. Despite her trepidation, she didn't have the strength to fight him off. She clung to him, trying not to let herself get dropped as he ran. "What...... what's happening?" She managed to mutter on a ragged exhalation.