Out of the frying pan, into the firing line

Just as the robotic arms reached for her, Willow jumped off the conveyor belt, grabbing a a piece of cardboard to cover her womanhood as she ran for the exit, her arm plastered over her breasts. She didn't see any workers on the floor, but all the security cameras told her that she was being watched.

Something that told her that she had to get a move on and leave the recycling plant now!

After a few minutes of running, Willow saw a door marked "Exit", making a mad dash for it. She dropped the cardboard piece somewhere along the line, but she didn't care as she pushed the door open and ran outside, slamming the door behind her. Once outside, Willow closed her eyes as she leaned against the door, panting heavily as several questions raced through her mind.

Where was she? How did she get here? How did she end up in another freaking dumpster? Wasn't she in a bubble bath before drifting off to sleep? How far away from the hotel was she? How far away from her actual home was she? What was she going to do now?

Having finally caught her breath, Willow looked up and opened her eyes. She let out a squeak as she noticed her surroundings in the alley she was in.

To her left was a brick wall covered in graffiti and posters.

To her right was the recycling plant that she just escaped from.

Behind her was the exit door, which appeared to be one way as there was no handle or knob on the outside.

And right in front of her, standing next to a couple of turned over trash cans, were at least eight black and white cats foraging through the trash.

And all eight of the little creatures were staring up at the naked woman, who was pressed against the door like a prisoner in front of a firing squad.

"N-nice kitties..." Willow stammered, a nervous laugh in her voice as she tried to reason with the small mammals. "Good kitties. I have had a really bad couple of days, and I really, really don't want to add getting scratched and bitten to the long list of awful things that have happened to me. So, if you can just let me by, we can just pretend our little encounter never happened."

Of course, without her glasses, Willow had no idea that she wasn't talking to a small group of cats. Rather, she was talking to a small group of skunks...