This is an REI co-op studios production.

You feel warm, deadly water up to your neck.

You think about snakes and alligators.

You see reeds close up all around,

like the inside of a green rib cage of some creature that's already devoured you.

And you hear footsteps.

Slow, soggy, reed crushing footsteps.

Searching for you.

But all your thoughts and senses are overpowered by the smell.

That sharp, shocking, living smell of death.

It kicks you in the face, weaves, singing ropes of scent through the capitals of your skull and yanks on them.

You want the gasp and gag.

You want to pull your head away or sink down and suck in a lung full of water to wash the awful flood of fear smell out of your face.

But you don't dare move.

Not yet.

Not until you know you've been discovered.

So you sit still in the stew of deathwater as the footsteps get louder.

Closer.

And the smell, breathes so strong you can feel it, coating your tongue at the back of your throat.

Your stomach starts to heave in spite of you.

Tears spring from your eyes and stream down into the water.

And the footsteps stop.

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