Run away through the sandy path.

She's already ran away from one fight today, what's one more? Better to live and fight another day, at least that's what Kara always told her.

As the sound of rustling leaves draws closer to the clearing, Skye breaks into a sprint, running as far as she can on the path in front of her.

Unfortunately, she only makes it a few feet. Her stride is interrupted mid-step as her lace-up boots suddenly meet resistance from the jungle floor.

She looks down and her heart drops. That wasn't your average, run-of-the-mill slow sand she had just stepped in. It was quicksand.

Skye heaves and tries to lift her leg, which only makes the sand wrap around her bare legs more easily.

"Dammit dammit, no!!"

Realizing the imminent danger she's in, Skye throws her bag and snags the strap on a nearby branch just outside the quicksand area. With a strained heave, she uses the leverage to pull herself back up.

SNAP!

Skye hears the branch snap and watches her bag tumble to the solid ground.

Oh no....

She supresses a shriek as the sand rises past her booty shorts and invades her orifices. The cool mud feels equal parts disgusting and oddly refreshing.

By now she's already waist deep and running out of options fast. She could cry for help - as much as she hates to - and hope for a rescue from the women she heard earlier. But who knows what cruel fate awaits Skye if they catch her....