The bloody, jagged legions of vines were creeping towards me. They began to sprout mouthparts like an oversized Venus Flytrap, they were closing in like a giant squid’s tentacle to unfortunate prey. My whole research team had been dismembered and devoured by this monstrosity of a being. Who could have thought such a foul, yet infinitely intriguing creature could exist? I began to ponder off into a tangent, but there was no time for such thinking. I was beginning to wheeze from this unending pursuit, my clothes damp from the humid air and puddles I splashed past, my boots muddy from the earth mixed with the blood of my colleagues, my skin itching and swelling from all the oversized, frenzied mosquitoes we’d encountered from the moment we’d arrived. The forest canopy lets but little light in, almost like a perpetual night.
 I crash face first into a dead end. My nose felt cracked and blood was dripping down profusely. Quickly, I scan the walls of narrow alley and was extremely fortunate enough to see dark brown ivy camouflaging itself growing on the stony earth wall. With all my might, I frantically begin to grip the sharp ivy and start climbing up the muddy deathtrap of a ravine. Groping for the next piece of ivy felt like gripping the stem of a thorny rosebush. From the distance, not too far below from me, I hear the abominable vines rustling through debris and sloshing in the mud; it probably tracked my trail of blood to the dead end. I only had the option of climbing faster, but the ivy was prickly and smelled of rotting flesh made this task all too daunting and obstructed a hasty escape. Just a few meters more above me though, I see the edge of the higher ground. I must persevere, each pull of the ivy tearing through my flesh, but the escape of having my limbs torn apart faster than piranha-infested waters seems to be the driving force for me to go. All I feel in my hands is a sharp burning. My skin is all broken and is bloodier than my fractured nose.
I hear baby’s wailing from below. An unnatural curiosity formed in the back of my mind, begging me to look down. I know I mustn’t but the calling is too great. I am mentally torn to keep going up, but the wailing grows louder and hysterically. I try to fight my neck muscles from turning, but it is in vain. What I see however, is all too bizarre.
The vines are scaling up the wall faster than I am; I know if I am not at the edge to pull myself up in the next minute or so I am a goner—but what captivates me most is the source of the ravenous vines. The filthy, wrinkly, head of a giant unborn human fetus with dozens of misshaped, bloodshot eyes of different proportions blinking at their own confused pace, a lipless mouth that was more like a pit of canine teeth scattered in random places, connected to the deformed, stretched neck that was rooted onto a plumped, maggot-like body, pulsing at different regions with some parts looking as if it would burst at any moment. The vines seem to emanate from underneath the maggoty body. I tried to make my way to the final stretch of the cliff—but it was too late. I feel an ungodly constriction on my foot, getting tighter and tighter. It starts to feel as if an anaconda is wrapping itself on my foot, then suddenly like an eighteen-wheeler was slowly driving over my foot. I try desperately to kick off the death-gripping vine with my other foot, only to have that succumb to becoming entangled and wrapped by more snaking vines. They are torn off in an instant by the vicegrip. I scream in anguish as the blood squirts out from the ends of my legs. It is too much to bear. I lose my grip and plummet straight down into the slithering nest of spiked hell…