Head for the communications center

The compound is overrun by monsters. This situation has spiraled far beyond your abilities as an experienced monster hunter or an instructor at Paisley. You have direct codes to contact the academy's administration, they will send a clean up team to deal with this problem and rescue you and, hopefully, the other girls. You just have to get to the communications center and hope the uplink is still functioning.

You're dripping wet from your plunge into the pond. If you keep wearing these wet clothes anyone pursuing you will be able to follow. You duck into the shadows of a large dormitory building and get your kit off. Your nipples are aching hard from the cold and a shiver trembles your shapely ass. You'd like to duck into the dorm and see what you can find, but with that horrid beastie and Frankenstein's soldiers in hot pursuit you have **** but to continue without your soaked clothes.

Dashing naked across the roadway, hiding in a small grove of trees, you avoid a machine-gun armed ATV and a squad of Frankenstein's creepy soldiers. You avoid another foot patrol as you make your way closer and closer to the communications center. You can see the dishes and masts are still intact. Unlike many of the other buildings, the lights are also on, which is a cause for hope and concern.

Your big breasts bounce wildly up and down as you sprint the last few feet to the communications center. You press yourself flat against the wall just outside the door. You carefully open the entrance and listen. You hear only the soft burble of electronics. Stepping inside, you find the hall lit by the soft red glow of emergency illumination. The communications hub is at the end of the long hallway, but there is a small worker's locker area just inside the entrance. Maybe you can get some clothes.

You move carefully across the hall and open the door. It is dark in the locker room and the light from the hallway hardly illuminates anything. Taking a few cautious steps into the room you are suddenly blinded by the lights as they flicker on.

"Hhheeee heee!" The cackle echoes in the room and sends a chill up your spine. It is a low-level monster - a gremlin - known more as a pest than a real threat. It has a wide mouth filled with sharp teeth, long, pointed ears and a skinny green body ring with black stripes. Its very long arms end in long fingers and sharp, black nails. It is about half your height and standing amid a tangle of wiring it has pulled out of the wall.

"Human lady!" it cries, bouncing with excitement. With each leap its potbelly jiggles and the horrid little cock dangling between its legs bounces up and down. "You give me sex now!"

It comes towards you, leering, its arms outstretched. You could easily defeat this beastie with your hand to hand skills or you could try to communicate with it. Gremlins are simple-minded, but sometimes can be **** into helping.