Vine time!

You reach out to the vines nearby, gripping them tightly and making a few loops around your hand, giving an experimental tug to make sure they'll actually help.. To your relief, the vines do seem to hold, and you start dragging yourself along with them, you pull for what feels like hours, and finally have to stop, panting heavily as you rest. Looking back, your heart sinks a little in your chest.

You've made very little progress towards escaping the mud, and you've lost your boots in this mess. Fantastic. You sigh, resting to build your energy back up before you start hauling again, pulling with everything you have to get the hell out of this. Once again, you're **** to stop, feeling yourself sink just a bit further into the ground as you lean forward, resting your weight on the surface.

You're just about to start yelling for someone to come help you out when you spot a silhouette in the distance. You freeze, not sure what exactly the shadow is... some part of you still wants to call out to it for assistance, though, considering it might be the only thing that'll hear you.. You look down nervously, noticing your slow descent is still happening, and then look back up to the vague shadow ahead.