It was a dark, rainy night. I couldn't see, but I could feel the mud seeping in through my shoes. The clouds were so thick, they even blocked out the moonlight. I couldn't tell if I was going deeper into the forest or closer to my house. I fell down, tripping on what I hope was a tree branch, right into the wet, sticky mud. It got in my mouth, though all I was able to taste was the same texture as wet carpet. I tried to get up, but it felt as if someone or something was trying to shove me under. I was having trouble breathing, and I could feel the mud going down my throat. I gagged, almost throwing up. But I had to push through. When I finally got out of the swamp, my clothes were drenched. I started running again, the mud and dirt being washed off by the cold, hard rain. I couldn't see where I was going, not until the edge. Then I saw a giant rock seeming to get closer and closer to me as I fell off.