What do Zia and the other women do next?

They run, of course

I've got to get out of here, Zia thought.

Then she looked around at the other women surrounding her and thought: no, we've gotta get out of here.

"Come on, people," she said. "Let's head this way."

She pointed toward the south, the opposite direction from where the T-Rex was located.

"We ain't going anywhere until the authorities arrive," said the tallest of the woman, a robe-clad blonde who easily towered over Zia by at least a foot.

"We don't have time to wait for them," said Zia. "There's another dinosaur on the way."

"So?"

"It's a T-Rex."

"Seriously?"

"You think I'm joking," said Zia, "look toward the North."

They all looked and it was fairly obvious from all the immediate screaming that they all saw the same thing that Zia did.

"But how are we going to get our clothes?" asked a pajama-clad redhead.

"We don't have time to worry about that right now," said Zia. "We have to leave."

Zia got so involved in making sure each woman was running in the right direction and that no one was left behind that she forgot to cover herself up. It was not until they got a block away that she realized how many of the women must have seen her ass, not to mention her tits and her pussy.

Oh, well, it's just women, she thought as she ran. In any event, back in high school -- before she first came out -- she used to dream about situations like this. How different they seemed in reality.

Of course, as she ran, she also could not help thinking that she was going further and further away from her clothes. But she had no time to worry about that right then. It wasn't like she had the option of going back. Not unless she was suicidal.

Then one of the woman stopped. "Oh, look," she said. "It's a store -- and it's not destroyed. I bet we can find what we need in there."