What fell?

Her shorts

Claire gaped as her shorts fell down her legs, almost tripping her. She regained her footing and looked down to see the Baryonyx’s claws had ruined the whole back of her pants and sliced through the waistband. Without it, it had no grip on Claire. She was embarrassingly lucky to still have her panties though. The waistband of her white thong was too small to get caught by the Baryonyx’s claw.

Claire desperately tried to hike up her shorts but was stopped by the Baryonyx. It desperately thrust its hand out to Claire, stretching its clawed finger to the point the tip reached in between her legs. Claire squalled when the claw came close to her delicates and came down onto her ruined shorts. It easily carved through them and rip them in half. Claire, rightly not wanting the claw to go back up, bolted out of the dinosaur’s reach and left her ruined shorts behind.

She ran out of the room and through another doorway. She ran through countless doors as she made her way through the maze of decaying wood and plaster. She didn’t care at all she was running in a thong, leaving her wounded pale cheeks bare and open to the world. She was running for her life for christ’s sake! Modesty was the least of her concerns!

Claire’s hasty retreat is cut short when finds herself back in a large hallway at a T junction. The right continued on while the left had collapsed but had a gap Claire could effectively hide in. The hallway she was in was tall and wide enough for the Baryonyx to crawl through and chase her. She could hear it smashing through the walls and getting closer and closer to her. Claire could continue following the hallway to the right or she could hide in the gap on her left.