One of the dog-things had followed their scent-trail, and was now pawing at the door. "Swim-mers! Come out and plaaay!"
"Where's Cesar Millan when you need him, huh?" Sarah asked rhetorically, her back pressed against the door. "In California, that's where, with his hot accent and sexy little goatee."
"Anyone seen Amy?" Liz asked less rhetorically. One of the girls removing the ceiling tiles pointed her elbow vaguely at the showers. "Thanks."
The blonde pulled back her hair as she crossed the room. Her dad had been a CQC instruction, and had stressed the importance of hair in combat. Liz hopefully wouldn't be fighting anyone, just crawling around in a subceiling, but the principle was the same.
"Amy? We've got a plan." Liz peeked into the shower, and froze.
There were two...things in there. Kinda girl-shaped, but no human had a tail, or fur—except for the ones in a Certain Type of dating scene—and most girls didn't have dicks.
The lower one raised it's head, drool trailing from its lips. It looked kinda like Amy, if Amy was half-dog and her eyes were glazed with an ancient, feral lust.
Both creatures eyed Liz.
"Um..."
"Liz? What's the problem?" Sarah trotted up to her friend. She didn't notice Amy and her new friend at first, waving her hand in front of the blonde's face before following her gaze.
The things smiled.
Both girls screamed and slammed the double-doors shut. Luckily, they swung out. Unluckily, the lock was on the inside.
"Bring that bench around!" Liz yelled. "Hurry!"
The other girls complied, and they managed to wedge one of the wooden benches between the door and the lockers. They did the same with the door to the pool. That would hold for a few minutes, but it was high time to get outta Dodge.
Liz pressed her face into her hands. She was scared, she was tired, and her wet right foot itched.
"Liz?" Sarah said.
"Just a minute." Something clear trickled beneath her fingers.
"Liz, we need to go. Now."
The blonde raised her head, and wiped her eyes clear. "Okay," she said, and swallowed.
"Found a cell." An unfamiliar girl pressed a sleek Nokia into Liz's hand. She wondered when she had become troop leader as she glanced at the display.
"No bars, natch. Let's roll."
"When you think about it, having a changing room without a fire exit is a serious health code violation." Sarah mused, helping a younger girl up to the top of the lockers. "We can go through the pool, sure, but what if the pool is on fire?"
Liz smiled, and looked around. The wooden benches were starting to splinter, and she and Sarah and another girl were the only ones left. "Get up here."
Sarah complied, then climbed through the hole. Sarah was right behind her. As she climbed through the subceiling, she heard banging noises, the sound of wood breaking behind her, the sound of a bench being hurled across the room, and the other door opening. And padding feet. And sniffing. Then, thankfully, she reached the adjacent room and dropped through the hole.
She looked around, and found...