SPLASH!
Serptpen had dropped her in the swamp lands- this was not good - not good at all.
The count down began in her head:
Ten; The stench of rotted flesh and sulphur was becoming permanently engraved within her nostrils, the thick slime 'water' sliding down the back of her throat.
Nine; Something brushed up along her leg under the depths.
Eight; The icy temperatures began lurching on to her body, the cold creeping and crawling up her frail frame.
Seven; A thin sheet of ice began forming over the surface of rushing waters, A never ending fight, A hopeless fight. Break the ice, watch it reform, break the ice, watch it reform.
Six; She would hit hypothermia soon.
Five; A grip latched around her ankle, but was easily shaken, another two bumps hit simultaneously. She was attracting the dead.
Four; The numbing cold, the pins and needles were being replaced, replaced with the feeling of acid, it was eating at her skin!
Three; Her foot finally hit what felt to be a tree trunk, but it was like moving in molasses now. She began adsorbing energy from the spirits which now surrounded her, the one who continuesly tried to get a grip on her and pull her further down.
Two; With all her might Gazelle launched her body forward wrapping her thin and bruised arms about the tree truck, she began scrambling then climbing up it's mass.
One; Safety - She was in the trees shaking like the leafs would had they been present. The bone chilling wind blew with a force that caused her to latch to the branches in fear of falling. Howls and screams of terror filled the air. Gazelle was on the verge of a mental break down, she could feel it coming, she wanted to die - again - and be brought somewhere other than here, anywhere other than here.
