Alice found the 'trail', if you could call it that. She started back toward her car.
Clawed toes tore through her waterproof boots. By the time Alice made it to the road her clothing was all but destroyed. She had torn her bra in half with a clawed hand on accident. Her shirt had been left behind at the factory, her pants were tattered shreds, and her feet had torn through her boots entirely now.
Alice looked herself over in confusion.
Scales covered a vast portion of her backside and a massive tail dragged behind her. The weight and size of her tail would have been unmanageable without the strength and density of the muscles beneath her scaly flesh. Her hands and feet were scale-covered in a similar way. Her large claws made them look dangerous and reptilian.
Alice growled as she tried to figure out why she felt so confused. Eventually it came to her.
Why am I at my car? she thought. I should be back in the swamp, back at my home...
With a sharp toothed grin Alice tore away the tatters of her pants and walked back toward the muddy waters of the flooded swampland, her thick tail swaying behind her as she moved.