False Hope (Patreon)

They should have known it was too good to be true. After hours of cowering every time the killer stomped by, and watching distant normal-sized survivors sprinting or sneaking in the distance but never setting foot in the cabin, Meg had walked in out of the blue and calmly kneeled in front of the generator. The two tinies were ecstatic, the giantesses bare soles were just moments away, they could finally get help! Meg didn't even budge as they rushed over, wholly focused on the generator she was repairing. That focus seemed less advantageous when she seemed completely oblivious to the tinies pounding on her toes however...

Not to be discouraged, the two shrunken women began clambering up the massive foot, surely her sole would be sensitive enough for her to notice them? Unfortunately they didn't get much chance to try, as Claudette slipped while crossing Meg's toes, screeching as her leg was crushed in their iron grip. Startled, Mikaela rushed back down the wrinkled sole to try and help her companion. Rather than the oblivious giantess they were climbing on, our two tinies were now the one's too focused to pay attention to their surroundings. Neither heard the loud clang as the generator whirred to life, or the nervous exhale Meg let out at succeeding. She knew she couldn't rest on her laurels though, the killer would be quickly on route and she needed to be long gone. Her muscles tensed as she readied to leave in a hurry, which further gripped two unsuspecting stowaways about to be flattened beneath her footfalls...