Free yourself and fall

Not trusting this strange woman, your wriggle about loosening your trousers before managing to slip your legs out, freeing the the grasp of the vine but losing the shredded remains of your clothes in the process. Your success is short lived however, as you begin rolling back, falling into an awkward slide you tumble helplessly down the steep incline, feeling the exposed rocks and hard roots nick and graze your body. You land in a heap at the bottom, knocking the wind out of you you simply lie there a few minutes regaining your breath.

Making sure nothing is broken you warily stand to your feet and take a look around. The forest down here feels cooler than up top, and the ground beneath you feet feels moist as if it recently rained. The trees are less verdant, having an almost greyish complexion it creates a more oppressive feel to the land and it strikes you how stupid it was to march off into a forest you know nothing about. Now you’re cold, naked and in some sort of swamp in a world that is becoming increasingly apparent as not being your own.

As you scan the trees for any sign of life, you notice a crude arrow carved into the trunk of one, pointing at a loose angle ahead of you, however as you move to take a better look a strange splashing sound catches your attention, coming from a copse of trees not far from the right of your position.