Tyler found himself stuck in a pit of sticky quicksand at the edge of the property line of the farm he worked on for the summer.
It quickly sucked him up to his waist, the muck stuck to his overalls at formed a moderate amount of suction around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into the muddy abyss.
He struggled and attempted to swim out of the quicksand, but his arms only became mired in the sticky goop. It has a good strong hold on him as his chest sank below the surface.
His shoulder disappeared in one swift movement beneath the much, which caused a rush of quicksand to envelope Tyler’s neck and creep around his lower jaw.
Tyler struggled in fear, his breathing became shallow as the mud pressed against his chest and abdomen, and the pressure increased the deeper he sank.
He tried to use his arms to pull himself out, but he couldn’t get them to break through to the surface. They belonged to the quicksand now. He belonged to the quicksand now.
With a feeble plea, he cried out “help!” As the much sucked his head down half way, pulling his mouth and nose beneath the surface.
Tyler instinctively thrusted his head back to allow his mouth to reach the surface, but just as he spit out the mud he swallowed and gulped down a greedy breath of air, the quicksand pulled him underneath for good. He closed his eyes as the mud swarmed around his face as he sank below the surface.