She Loses Her Footing

The water pushes against her, mindlessly flowing down towards the ocean as it had for millennia. Mackenzie herself was holding onto that old root nice and tight, trying to figure out what to do. She had finally calmed down enough to see that the river was not as strong or dangerous as she once feared, the stream still pretty strong but nothing she couldn't swim against. She tries pulling herself up a bit onto the roots, her shirt tearing a bit from the reaching wood, causing more of her chest to be exposed by that vertical tear with a breast popping out. Luckily her shorts were tight enough to hang on by the button and zipper, for now at least. Her feet plant onto the smooth rocks, her sandals floating down to parts unknown. Mackenzie scans the area, trying to find a way back to shore. Of course, her fortune didn't last for too long. With one miss step her foot slides off the rock, sending her leg out and causing her to lose her grip. With a shriek she slips down back into the drink, though her shirt becomes caught on some of the roots, staying still as the woman slips out from the cloth. The now topless woman shakes her head with a gasp as she gets her head up. Her toes barely scrapped the bottom, getting her mild thrust through the water. She quickly swam to the river's edge, grasping at the mud and rock before grabbing a sturdy rock, using them to drag herself to shore. It was at this moment she noticed her state, "O-oh crap!" she yelps out, her cheeks glowing brightly as her arms quickly cover her chest. She takes a look around the area, nothing but thick foliage in all directions. .