She tries to make her way through

Whatever was going on, it didn't matter. Alison only wanted to get out before she caused any more trouble to herself. Moving onward and pushing the stalks out of her way, she found it far more difficult to move them than she expected. She found herself wrestling every one she passed, they were rigid yet flexible like tense muscles in a body builder. She made her way past a dozen of them and was already growing tired. There was at least a few hundred she would have to pass to make her way to the exit.

As she continued to drain her strength pushing the stalks aside, the density of the crops seemed to increase, making her attempted exit the more laborious. Every now and then her clothes got snagged on something, but Alison cared little and only focused on getting out. Both her shirt and pants had accumulated several small holes that threatened to widen. Small pieces of plants clung to her clothes, getting caught between threads. Some pieces clung to her hair but at a much lesser regularity, as she did try to shield her head as she made her way.

Having made her way quite a bit, the thickness of the plants was such that it became incredibly difficult for her to see more than a foot away from her face. At this point she expected that she was going to trip on something due to her lack of perception. Without fail, something was positioned in front of her ankles and she fell forward, with parts of her clothes clinging onto the plants around her, stopping her from falling.

Well at least I didn't fall, she thought. But now her clothes were practically wrecked, filled with huge tears. And she was standing in an angle, in a position where she was partially suspended by the tough plants.