Just go rinse off...

You stare at the pool for a good long time trying to find something wrong with it. The pool is so clear that you can see a few small crustaceans at the bottom.

Reasoning that some small life is a good sign of normality, you conclude that the pool is safe, and jump in. The pool is cold, but you’re incredibly grateful for the feeling of cleanliness. As the crusted dirt, blood and cum washes off, you feel like a renewed woman. You scrub at yourself with your hands. Rubbing your arms, shoulders, abdomen, hips, legs. You swim around the small pool a little bit and then, satisfied that you’re clean, step out of the water.

In the hot sun, feeling clean and happy yesterday’s travails, harrowing as they were, seem distant. Pausing to just look down at yourself, you’re pleased with how well you embody sex with confident physicality. You run your hands over your breasts and stomach, allowing yourself to linger over your sex for a moment. If you weren’t still worried about attracting attention, you might be tempted to lay down on the soft sun-warmed ground and give yourself an orgasm. Unfortunately, just staying in one place is dangerous enough without inviting every sex-crazed creature on the planet to come have a go.

Moving through the jungle unharassed, you start to see debris from the ship in trees and on the ground. Occasionally, you see one of the kangaroo creatures that you tussled with last night, but for one reason or another, they seem not to notice you today. Eventually, the jungle opens up in to a savannah-like clearing. Here the trees are sparse, but there is a very high grass that makes moving difficult. Off in the far distance, you can see a streak of black in the grass, and you’re sure that your ship will be at the end of that scorch mark.

Eventually, you reach the scorched grass where your ship flew by, and finally, you find your ship. There is a giant hole where the cockpit should be, but otherwise, it’s not in bad shape. You climb up in to the hole, and the first thing you want is your utility vest and some clothes. You climb down the emergency ladder between the ships levels to the level your room is on. Your room is completely scrambled, with clothes all over the place. The first thing you look for is your utility vest, which definitely should be somewhere right out in the open, since it was the last thing you were holding here when the alarm went off. Unfortunately, it is nowhere to be found You start to get the creeping feeling that you are not the first person to find the Holliday.

You put on some light clothes, a pair of synthetic cotton shorts and a running tank top, and then head to the ladder leading to the armory. You are relieved to find that the armory is untouched. You quickly grab a particularly nasty looking hunting knife, with a leg strapped sheath, and a heavy-duty stun gun devised for hunting game without damaging projectiles or laser fire. Unfortunately, your seriously nasty gear is in a weapons locker that can only be unlocked by the ship’s computer, which is dead. Still, you feel a lot better clothed and lightly armed.

Your utility vest had all of your sensor gear though, and if you were going to find Typhus and get the drop on him, you’d need at least the UV and thermal sensors. Whoever took it, hadn’t come down to search the armory yet, which made you think that they were still on the level that your room is on.