Sometime later you find yourself on the side of a highway in a howling blizzard with terribly inadequate protection. Freezing to death is a real possibility at this point.
A glimmer of hope appears on the horizon, however. A set of headlights has appeared and are heading your way. Immediately you throw up your thumb, praying that they’ll stop. As the vehicle draws closer you make out that it’s an 18-wheeler. Then it begins to slow, and move over towards the shoulder of the road. As it approaches and stops, you run over to the passenger door, eager to escape the storm.
Popping the door open, you pause briefly, slightly terrified by the driver. It’s a monstergirl.