“Forrest!” Yvonne screamed, alerting Euphie and Elsa. She slammed her rock down on the vine, but it had little effect. This particular vine was tougher than all the others, especially those that were thinner than it. Instead of yielding beneath our blades or being squashed to death by the objects Yvonne and Elsa wielded, it only stopped for a moment before forging forward again. Our blows did indeed dent it, but it looked like our usual methods were not going to be enough to stop it from coiling itself around me.
“Grab some of the firewood from the fire!” I shrieked, my voice going so high-pitched that it sounded like I had been kicked in the balls. I was facing imminent death, after all. There was no guarantee that we would get out of this alive. For the second time, I was staring death
