Try to head back home

You shake yourself off and decide your next course of action should be to return home. You have no idea how to fix this, but you feel it'd be best not to stay out in the woods before you come to grips with what happened.

You dig out a ratty shirt and skirt, both articles of clothing straining as you pull them over curves at least twice as heavy as you were rocking just this evening. You're too tired, spooked, and clumsy to even think about breaking down your campsite, so you just grab your backpack and mealbox and trot back towards your car.

Settling into the worn upholestory of the driver's seat, you ease back onto the road wrapping around the park and head back towards the city, head swimming.