You Try & Fight Your Way Out Of The Swamp

You both dash ahead, splashing through the puddles and mud as you make your way towards the other end of the swamp. The slugs surrounding you inch towards you at an excruciatingly low pace, but you have to move far more slowly than you'd like to avoid stepping on them, and that makes escape far more difficult. Every time you see a path that looks clear, you hit another wave of slugs just ahead and have to turn and try to find another way. Every time it looks like you have a clear opening through an area with only a scarce few slugs, more seem to surge ahead. It takes less than a minute for the two of you to end up surrounded beneath a massive tree, the previously thin flow of slugs now forming a slick black sea all around you that shows only the occasional patch of ground, slowly closing in on you from all sides.

"What do we do now?" you ask your fellow victim.

"We... I don't know. But we can't give up now!"

The odds look grim, but still, you give a determined nod. "You're right... hey, just in case we get out of this one, I never caught your name."

She smiles confidently at you. "The name's Jean. And there's no 'in case' - I'm not about to let a bunch of little slugs beat me." With that, Jean reaches into the tree behind you, letting out a grunt of effort as she pries a thick limb from its side and then another as she leaps forward, swinging hard at the still encroaching wave of black slugs and knocking several of them aside. "Hurry up and grab a branch, we can still fight our way through!"

You aren't about to disagree with her now that those slugs are within little more than a meter of you, so you grab a branch of your own and join Jean at her side. Swinging left and right, the two of you slowly cut a swath through the black ocean around you, wriggling little black masses flying all over the place and leaving you a clear way out. She quickly leaves you to handle the front as you start to distance yourselves from the tree, turning around and smashing away at your rear to keep those things at bay. The two of you move inch-by-inch, but you make solid headway through the horde. Then, without warning, the masses of slimy little creatures surge, and they start to accelerate. Your progress is slowed and then stopped, all of your efforts being drawn into just holding them off from where you are. Jean screams and chucks her stick, shiny black spreading across its surface, and starts stomping away at the few slugs that venture forward from the crowd with her remaining shoe. You notice something pulling at your stick, and realize when you turn around that the slugs had formed a thick tentacle and grasped your only weapon, now prying it from your hands. Jean screams again, and the black slugs she'd been stomping had started wrapping around her shoe, which she takes off and throws away.

Now the slugs are only inches away, and... they stop. Or rather, they stop coming towards you. A steady flow of them have begun to crawl straight towards Jean, sliding up along her now-exposed feet and up into her pants. She swats at the bulges sliding quickly up her legs, but they just spring down and up like elastic, unhindered by her efforts. You join in, trying to stomp them despite knowing what they did to Jean's shoes, but rather than having them envelop your footwear they just slide by under your feet, continuing on towards their target. She writhes, clawing at the things moving around under her clothes and screaming for your help, but you're powerless to do anything but watch as they continue their attack on the only person who knows what you've been through tonight.