Katie tries to get to her car
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Pissed Off, Lost, and Sore | Apparel and Items: Tattered Peasant Blouse, Tattered Leggings, Quarter-Cup Bra, Lacy White Panties |
| Day, Time | Thursday | |
| Need to Bathroom | Unknown | |
| Level of Humiliation | Unknown | |
She needed that sweatshirt, and her sneakers, if she was to have a chance to survive this nightmare. Katie stepped over to the edge of the hill, and looked down it at the shattered remains of her car. The hill was somewhat steep, but it didn't seem to have too many rocks protruding from it, and she thought she could work her way down it.
Katie gingerly set her left foot over the edge of the hill, feeling the cold bite of the snow through her flat, and tried to shift her weight onto it. Unfortunately, the smooth sole of her flat had found no purchase, and her foot shot out from under her, sending her sliding down the hill.
Katie's shriek was lost to the mountains as she tumbled down the mountain, discovering only too late that the hillside was rather rocky, too. She tumbled and bounced down the hillside, feeling every impact against the hillside as she went, frantically trying to to grab something to arrest her slide. Her questing hands found nothing, though, and she continued down the hill at a rapid pace. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, she finally flopped to a stop face-down in the snow. She could feel cold snow around her breasts and stomach, her nipples painfully hard from its' caress.
She groaned, wincing as she sat up again, shaking a layer of cold snow off of herself, and looked herself over. Luckily, she had only sustained some minor cuts and bruises in her fall, though her clothes had taken a beating. Her flats were missing, presumably flung down the hillside, though, since they were a dark color, she might be able to find them again against the snow. Her blouse and leggings were torn in multiple places. What had been a low-cut blouse, revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage, was now a tattered ultra-deep V-neck, and she could feel snowflakes landing on her nearly-bare breasts and exposed nipples. Her leggings were slashed half to ribbons, and she could feel more snow through rips over her ass as she sat there.
She winced as she stood up, and stumbled on freezing, bare feet to the wreckage of her car. Looking through one of the shattered windows, she realized she couldn't see her bag in the back seat anymore. It must have been flung from her car! She swore again. If she didn't find some shelter soon, she was going to die of exposure.
Looking up, she saw two things of interest. One, she could see the chimney of the cabin that was producing the plume of smoke, and it was closer than she originally though. Two, there was a cave in the base of the mountain.
What does Katie do?
