Her neighbor, Mrs. Clayton

"Oh my god, is that all you are wearing, Danielle?" She asked when she saw Danielle's outfit.

"Yes, Mrs. Clayton." She answered.

They stopped talking about it as the moon turned a shade of red-orange, the color of rust. The moon almost looked like Mars or Venus. A few oohs and aahs where audible throughout the whole thing but Danielle barely enjoyed it as she struggled to pull her shirt down to cover her crotch and ass.

When the moon turned back to its normal shade, everyone stopped looking up and all their attention was to the twenty-year old girl, half naked outside, and struggling to keep her shirt down.

"I think it best you start to cover up, dear." The Mrs. Clayton suggested. "Look what they're doing."

Danielle looked and saw multiple people going towards her, her mom being one of them. It was like a zombie herd trying to get to the last piece of human flesh. The crowd kept getting bigger and bigger until they surrounded the bottomless Danielle.

"Is that all she's wearing?"

"No way..."

"It can't be, she has to be wearing some kind of underwear!"

It was just some of the many things the people said.