Yeah, that hurts.

It's faster than her, if she stays moving maybe she'll have better luck not getting hit. Attack if it's staying put.

It's tricky to get the hang of fighting this thing, it keeps teleporting and coming at her from a different angle, but it soon becomes clear that this thing isn't very smart. It gets a few more hits in, but once she gets a feel for where it tends to teleport and how long it tends to linger in a location, the fight becomes a bit more one sided.

With this knowledge, she can eventually beat it until the liquid-mist-tendrils lose integrity, and various pieces of it shrivel up and tumble to the ground, inert. This takes a while, and she's more than a little covered in black goo, but it looks to be dead.

Good.

She's now in the middle of the street, covered in eldritch black goo, standing over the corpse of an eldritch monstrosity, surrounded by an orange light web and various bits of car debris. What would she like to do?

...She'd like to wipe this goo off. Post-apocalyptic etiquette says it's okay to rifle through other people's houses. Let's go exploring.

There's an apartment building over there! Maybe one of the apartments is unlocked.

She goes to see what's what.

Most of them are locked!

One isn't. The door's propped open by a corpse that is shriveled and grey. Like something sucked the life from it and callously abandoned the empty shell once it was done with it.

That's a little nasty. She'll just sort of prod that out her way.

Is there running water?

Yep!

She'll get her face and hands first, then see if there's anything resembling a change of clothes.

Possibly, but before she can get there - is that a desk lamp? On the floor? It might be a sign of whatever struggle that occurred to kill the doorstop, except -

- the lamp shifts from an ordinary lamp into a small black four limbed thing, that leaps at her face.

What the fuck- She raises her hands to block instinctively.

It wraps itself around her arms and attempts to pull itself closer to get at her face.

Nope nope nope nope. She slams it against a wall.

It makes a sound that is probably unhappy, but this is like wrestling with a four limbed octopus; it's squishy, flexible, and agile. It attempts to slither towards her face again.

Nnnope, keep hitting the thing and keep it away from her face.

It's tenacious. But then, so is she.

Eventually she manages to grab hold of one of its spindly limbs, and from there the fight becomes much more one sided. It's heavy, but not so heavy that it can't be swung around by its limb and forcibly introduced to the wall with great prejudice. Multiple times. It manages to wriggle out of her grip, but never recovers its ground. Soon enough, it's another addition to the black goo collection she'd started on.

What fun.

Note to self, keep an eye out for innocuous objects in incongruous locations.

Aaand now she needs to wash again.

The faucet is here for her!

It doesn't look like there are any other innocuous objects in places they shouldn't be. Notably, though, there's a perfect copy of the lamp that turned out to be an eldritch monstrosity, this time on an end table. Maybe that's relevant somehow.

Does the lamp break in a lamp-like fashion if she throws something at it?

Yep! Smashes to pieces precisely as expected. Bit of a cheap lamp, actually.

Okay, so probably the thing to be on the lookout for is duplicated objects.

And clothes. She was looking for clothes.

There aren't any other bizarrely duplicated objects in this apartment, but there are some clothes that might fit her. They're a bit too big, especially for the pants, but there are a few belts available if she'd like to make do.

She'll use a belt.

With that out of the way, the next thing is drinking water and food.