Try and get to the medical bay

Your course of action seems clear - get to the medical bay and hope there's a robodoc functioning.

A full medical scan would be the required next step after an encounter with a new species anyway. This strange Frankenstein of a hybrid filled you with so much cum a medical check up was crucial now.

It seemed unlikely that the beast could have impregnated you. Right?

Thoughts of how your body has responded to the many cocks wouldn't go away. You had taken hold of its tusks and now weren't sure whether you'd been hanging on for the ride or trying to keep it off you. It was easier to concentrate on survival right now than wonder about it.

At least you hadn't become like one of the women trapped in the mist.

Getting up wasn't easy. The drying cum had matted you to the floor on the security room and your legs hadn't fully recovered.

Persistence gets you into your feet and the next challenge becomes your clothes. The beast has ripped down your back. Your bra is intact. You're able to fashion something of a skirt from your shredded top, using the arms to tie it around your waist and the two torn halves as front and back covering. It's barely decent but at least you're not naked.

You're nearly naked. Any men still active on the station might well mistake you for one of the wild women and that could be problematic.

Taking a careful breath you sneak a look outside and down the corridor. No fog. No multi-dick **** beast. No sex crazed infected women. It's time to move.

You still have your shoes. This makes progress down the corridor easier. Checking upwards to make sure there's no mutant hanging in the lights at a crossroads of passageways you pause to make a decision. The most direct route to the medical lab means turning right here but there's a faint sound coming from that corridor. Alternately you can head straight ahead and loop though the supply rooms. There's even the option of heading back or turning left away from the noise and the lab.