Jump on her

Your existence has been short and you don't want your newfound curiosity to be your end. You have no idea if this woman will be friendly, so, better act first.

You walk toward her, the sound of your feet in the sand are masked by the wind and the noises she makes from looting the car.

You end up behind her, covering her small body with your huge shadow. You notice, near the car, a long metal pipe, surely to defend herself. The woman doesn't notice you, until your grab her shoulder and throw her on the sand, far from the car.

She squeaks and you throw yourself on her, pining both of her hands above her head with your owns. She struggles to break free from your grip but you solidly maintain her.

You get a close up view of her face: she has what most would consider a "cute" face, despite having to live in such environment. With her green eyes filled with anger, she stares at you, unable to know what's on your mind but still spiting "Get off me, freak!"

Despite the obvious harsh and full of murderous intent tone, your eyes wander to her white shirt. You can see the shape of her breasts and her nipples are showing through it because of all the transpiration, also provoking a strange but not unpleasant scent. This sensation sends a thrill from your brain to all of your body, making you shiver despite the heat. Your grip become stronger.

She keep struggling despite her condition and your mind becomes foggy. You don't know what to do now.