You secure the area as much as you can, and go to sleep. (Her Perspective)

Skidding to a stop in the dusty, abandoned corridor of the cabin you just smashed into, you spins on the spot staring the entrance and waiting, naked aside from the {if Pistol=False}empty {endif}shoulder holster under your left armpit. Eventually, you manages to get your breathing under control, and slowly approaches the door, sliding it shut with one of your shaking hands, and bending the handle backwards to prevent it from being opened from the outside.

Finally safe, for the moment, you drop down to the ground, looking down at your abused pussy as it leaks the creatures seed to the ground, and almost start to cry. Instead, you closes your eyes for a moment, take a deep breath, and try to clean yourself out as much as you can with your hands. If you really are pregnant, it won't help, but at least you won't be walking around full of semen{if BanditsRape=true}again {endif}.

It takes you hours to lower your heartrate and get into a position where sleep is possible. You crawl into the sleeping bag from your survival kit, wrap the thermal blanket around that, and eventually lose consciousness.