"Russell? Russell can you hear me?"
Russell opened his eyes to see his counselor and a couple of the wilderness explorers peering down at him.
"Are you alright? You must have hit your head."
Russell shot up from the ground finally coming to and remembering where he was and what was going on.
"Mr. Fredricksen is trapped in quicksand! We have to help him!" he shouted trying to stand up.
"Hold on Russell. Quicksand? Are you sure?" his counselor asked.
"Yes! He was trying to get a rose but then he fell in quicksand! We have to help him! Come on!"
Russell got free and everyone followed him through the woods.
How long was he out? Was Carl still alive?
Carl reached for the vine and took hold of it pulling it towards him very slowly.
The vine was attached to the tree pretty well. Russell must have gotten lost through the woods and he needed to try and help himself out of this mess.
With all his might Carl pulled himself and felt himself slowly slipping out from the quicksand's grip. He was actually doing it! He was going to get out of this himself!
Until the vine broke off the tree.
Carl sank further to his chin.
Carl looked around in a panic trying to keep his arms above the surface. He had to keep them up so he'd be able to grab something.
He was too afraid to yell out and say something not knowing if the mud would take him anymore. The more he moved his feet to see if there was any bottom he was wrong each time and was going to sink to his death.
Russell wasn't going to come back, he had to face it. This was his last few minutes on earth.
He closed his eyes feeling more of his chin being taken into the quicksand's grip.