The clock is ticking, the vines binding your limbs seem to have lost some of their tremendous grip, and it's now or never. Using every once of your remaining strength, you pull, using your hatred of these creeping creeps as fuel for your effort. With several tearing noises, you pull free, sliding out of their grip, while breaking off any vines that dare hold on as you plummet into the darkness.
With a sickening thump, your landing is safe, but slimy. Not even bothering to investigate what it was that broke your fall, you make a **** dash for freedom, already hearing the sounds of slithering tendrils hot on your heels. Through gaps in the vines, you can still make out the artificial sunlight of Greenhouse B, where all of this had started. But now little remains due to the infected vegetable life that now infests the place.
Nearly blind with panic, you program the door, it seems that something is interfering with the circuits, but at last, without a second to lose, the door slides open, offering both the promise of freedom, and the threat of uncertainty. Whatever might be lurking out there, surely it's not as bad as the vines, is it? There's no time to think, you have to act now, before those things manage to reclaim you. Quite literally naked and afraid, you make your move, mere inches from escape.
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