She has one more tumble on the way

An uneventful 15 minutes of walking passed for Mackenzie, who was still nervous about being seen despite the late hour. Thankfully the wooded trails remained deserted, with not a soul to be seen. Less thankfully, the dimness was now beginning to grow into true darkness. It was becoming slightly harder for Mackenzie to see her way. She wasn't in danger of getting lost, as the trails were easy to follow, but as she stubbed her toe on the uneven trail for the fifth time, she cursed the lack of light.

A few moments later, the path reached an intersection, with a large sign pointing the way to the parking lot. Mackenzie was thrilled. She knew exactly where she was now, just a quick 5 minute walk away from being free from the woods! She turned, took a confident step and immediately wound up tripping over a tree root. The redhead staggered, trying desperately to regain her balance, before falling face first into a clump of bushes along the side of the trail.

The thorny branches scraped at her delicate skin as Mackenzie pulled herself free from the shrubs. Unfortunately for her, that's not all they scraped at. Her torn up excuse for a top had so many frayed edges and dangling threads, that it was far more easily affixed to the sharp branches than to Mackenzie herself. With the familiar sound of tearing fabric ringing in her ears, Mackenzie's torso burst free from the plants, without a stitch of fabric to accompany it.

"Oh no, no, no!" Mackenzie all but wailed in frustration. She could see the remains of the garment in the bush, already in several separate pieces. If she tried to pull it out, there was no way it would be enough to offer her cover any more. The now topless Mackenzie lamented her predicament, but remembered that she was extremely close to her car by now. She covered her breasts in the growing darkness and continued along the trail. She was beyond eager to be home by now.