Panic attack!

"It must be him! I am so stupid! He followed me! Oh God! What do I do now!? I can't stay here!" Vanessa panicked. Despite her limited swimming skills, she started moving towards the opposite side of the shallow lake, trying to get as far away from her own car, from her own tent, and from her own clothes. Cool water and wind made her shiver (or was it her fear?). In any case, when she got out of the water, even further away from her camp, she trembled like a leaf. Her voluptuous breasts, exposed to the air, bounced in front of her. Her nipples and lips were swollen and pink. Her hair hung damply over her face. She was wet, naked, in the middle of the forest, and confident that she is chased by a ****.

In her irrational state of mind, barefooted and already tired after frantic swimming, she ran deeper into the forest, trying to hide from her imaginary pursuer. Vegetation around her grew thicker and thicker. Branches scraped her legs and arms. She stumbled over roots and rocks. She lost track of time. It seemed like hours since she left her tent when her exhaustion overwhelmed her fear and she collapsed on her knees, breathing heavingly.

She was in the wilderness, naked and lost. Fresh scratches on her legs ached and made her lower body look like she indeed survived an attempted ****. Her breasts, without any support from a bra, felt even heavier than usual. Sounds of the forest filled her ears. A strange smell, something between fresh rain and decaying leaves, tickled her nose. Vanessa never experienced everything even remotely like this in her life.

She slowly stood up, looking around and seeing nothing but trees and undergrowth, no sign of civilization whatsoever. Fear of being **** got replaced with the fear of dying. She heard rumors about bears in the area, who can attack humans if they are hungry. Cold and thirst were also threats she couldn't ignore. With adrenaline gone, her joints and muscles ached severely. Vanessa's body wasn't used to full-speed running, especially of the cross-country variety.

She had to decide what to do. Her first instinct was to call for help but... Who will hear her screams? What if that bastard is close (she managed to persuade herself that the pervert courier is nearby with no rational reasons to believe in this whatsoever)? Her other option was to walk and try to find somebody, anybody... She shuddered at the thought that she'll need to explain to someone why she is naked. She was afraid of such humiliation almost as much as by being eaten by bears or **** by that damned delivery man. The third option was to let her body recover and take some rest right there, in the middle of the forest.