"Greaaat..." Trisha groaned as she wiggled against the string, which was as thick as rope at their current size. A bolt of inspiration struck Trisha as she remembered the buck knife in her boot. She looked down; it was still there with the handle sticking out of her boot. She pulled it out and went to work at cutting the string. In no time at all the string was severed, loosening them from it's tight hold. "EVERY WOMAN FOR THEMSELVES!" Trisha yelled and quickly slipped the knife back into her boot. She ran as fast and as hard as she could once she hit the ground; hoping to leave the two in the dust...