Still dressed in his rubber uniform, Oliver actually made it pretty far, all things considered.

He managed to avoid the quicksand and tar pits, which almost always collect the escapees within the first few moments of their flight.

Oliver managed to last a couple hours on the outside, wandering through the endless forest before coming face to face with a green worm.

It’s slimy body cooked around him, almost suffocating him. Looping around Oliver’s legs, abdomen, and chest. He could feel the worm’s muscles constricting and writing as it continued to coil around him, keeping him in inescapable bondage.

Oliver wheezed as the worm took his breath away, wrapping around his chest and neck. He could still breathe, though much slower than he would like. He tried to struggle but the worm’s grip only grew stronger every time he did.

The work began to consume Oliver, first by encasing his face and head and slowly moving Over his shoulders. After his shoulders were in, there was no amount of struggling that he could do to free himself. He descended further and further into the warm and slimy interior of the worm.

Once he was completely devoured, the muscles of the worm constricted once more, keeping Oliver in an almost mummified position on the inside. He could breath fine, albeit laboured slightly. The worm would then begin its journey back to the facility where it will regurgitate Oliver in a giant puddle of thick, goopy slime that will hold him captive on the ground near the front entrance. Then the guards will collect him and bring him back inside.

Since Oliver is one of the first few subjects to actually make it passed the quicksand traps, he can no longer be housed with the other test subjects. Instead he is sent down one level into a more private containment floor.