After a long night, morning arrives. (Her perspective)

You remain motionless for about thirty seconds, before sitting up and looking down at your abused pussy as it leaks the creatures seed to the ground. You almost start to cry. Instead, you close your eyes for a moment, take a deep breath, and try to clean yourself out as much as you can with your hands, consciously suppressing your feelings. If you really are pregnant, it won't help, but at least you won't be walking around full of semen.

You don't sleep for the rest of the night, opting to sit in one of the corners of the cabin, shifting your gaze back and forth from the buildings entrance, across all the windows, to the basement access. If anything else tries to get the drop on you, they've got another thing coming.

You wait for hours, wrapped up in your thermal blanket next to the ripped remains of a sleeping bag in the cold, dark ranger cabin. Eventually, shafts of light begin shining through small caps in the roof, letting you know the sun has finally started to shine. Standing up to your feet, you decide to get moving as quickly as possible. To protect yourself from the morning cold, you decide to keep wearing the reflective thermal blanket as an improvised cloak. Plus, you can use it to cover up the parts of your body visible through your damaged clothing. It'll make staying hidden nearly impossible, but that's not your biggest concern right now.

You don't want to go outside again after the events of last night. You feel used and ****, two feelings you've never really been prepared for. But given the alternative is to stay here, and wait for your **** to come back again tonight, you push those feelings aside. Clutching your blanket close to your body, you shove the sofa away from the entrance with a slide of your foot, then apply a swift kick to the center of the door, splintering it off its hinges. You never plan to come back here, after all.

The morning air hits you like a wall of ice, but you grit your teeth and push through into the bright forest outdoors. Thankfully, your navigation system remembers the correct direction, helpfully pointing you towards the town you spotted last evening. You set about following it, making slow progress through the thick plantlife.