A fun tropical vacation quickly turned frightening for Dawson after he found himself stuck in some sticky quicksand after wandering off of the resort with nothing but his swimming trunks…

Tsk tsk, the tourists never head the warnings of bottomless quicksand pits very seriously.

After trudging through what he thought was a few inches of harmless mud, Dawson found that with each step his foot sank deeper and deeper until the earth had such a strong suction on him that he could no longer pull his legs back up to the surface.

This was his point of no return, as the quicksand swiftly swallowed up his thighs and waist. He struggled and called for help, but the movement only served to pull him deeper.

The muck squelched and slurped as he thrashed about, greedily gobbling up his abdomen and chest until his shoulders and head were the only part of him still above the surface.

Dawson frantically looked around for a branch or a vine within his reach, just like the saving grace in all the movies where the hero pulls himself to safety at the last moment. But alas, Dawson was no hero, he was simply a hopeless chap who was mired with no way to get himself unstuck.

As the quicksand sucked him in deeper, Dawson took note that he could not yet feel the bottom as the sludge over took his shoulders and began creeping up his neck.

“Help! Somebody help, please!” Dawson cried out desperately with tears streaming down his face.

The suction and pressure of all the muck up against his chest and abdomen took his breath away for a moment, limiting his ability to call for help.

The quicksand pulled him down further, and his mouth went under the surface as he tried to call for help once more, causing Dawson to take in a mouthful of mud. He craned his head back and coughed it out, gagging and crying he weakly begged one last time for aide but of course, no one was near enough to hear him.

The quicksand was past the level of his ears, and the last thing Dawson heard was the splurge of the muck filling his ears. The rustling of the branches and cawing of tropical birds grew ghastly quiet as he prepared for the final plunge…

Dawson drew one last breath as the sticky quicksand sucked him below the surface, enveloping his face and completely sealing him off from the outside world.

All that was left on the surface were the marks where Dawson’s struggling body had disturbed the earth, and of course bubbles, which blurbed and popped at the surface until dwindling to nothing.

Lucky for Dawson, a tour guide from the resort watched him wander off the trail, and upon witnessing the bubbles on the surface of the quicksand stop appearing, he knew exactly where he needed to pull Dawson out at the last minute, before it was too late.