Swiftly, she ran through the forest, the underbrush scraping at her bare legs and sending jolts of pain through her exposed feet. She could still hear the screams of the sorority sisters who had been initially attacked, and she feared for them.
She feared for herself.
Let's go skinny dipping in the river! Connie had suggested. Since they had not seen another person for three days during their backpacking adventure, it had seemed okay, that nothing bad could possibly happen in these mountains. Especially under the cover of night, so long as they stayed near their campsite and did not venture too far up or down the river, they should just fine: just five sorority sisters enjoying an adventure hiking through the mountains.
Winded, she finally stopped, leaning against a tree, her legs aching from so much running. She had definitely lost her athletic edge since the boating accident in her junior year of high school, for only adrenaline and fear had propelled her this far.
Yet she could still hear the screams of Samantha and Kristen.
She could still "see" the purplish tentacles suddenly sprout up from the water – two of them wrapping around Samantha's waist, and one entrapping Kristen's left arm – and those were just the tentacles which she could see above the water. She had been fortunate to have just stepped out of the river, wanting to get a quick drink from a canteen, or else she may also have been initially attacked.
Connie had been standing still in a natural pool of the river, her astronomer's eyes studying the full moon, while Becky held her from behind. The lovers had both been instantly frozen by the screams of Samantha and Kristen, and something had dragged them underwater before they could react.
She had seen Connie surface, but not Becky.
Kristen had somehow made it safely out of the river, but Samantha tried to run for the riverbank and fell as other purplish tentacles rushed to her, entrapping her arms and legs.
And, from her vantage point, she watched in horror as a thick tentacle slowly rose from the water, aimed at Samantha's sex, and drove into her with reckless abandon.
It was her friend's shrill scream of fear and pain which had propelled her to run. She had no idea where she was running to, knowing only that she was trying to get as far away from the river as possible.