No, She Will Just Tough It Out

Staying on the side of the hill was her only chance of getting home with as few people seeing her as possible, and all she could do was try to endure this part of her journey as hard as she could.

After leaving again, she witnessed the brush surrounding her slapping their branches on her legs, stomach, and sides, and entwining themselves in her clothes so she had to stop and take them off. Right away, she noticed how easily her right nipple popped free of her tank top again, and again she stopped to tuck it away.

The knot in her strap once again came loose. She started swearing at it and struggled to tie it up again. She hadn't made it much further, perhaps a half-mile, without finding a place to climb the cliff. There were stings all across her feet, legs, and sides, and she was literally tired of climbing out of brush every few steps, and not to mention tucking her chest away all the time. In short, she was rather pissed off with the past hour.

While some of the tears on her shorts and tanktop were a little larger, Mackenzie had kept her damage to a minimum. She brushed her arm across her brow as she reevaluated her outfit. Trying again to find a path up, she scanned the cliff face, desperately trying to escape this brush.