Suddenly Trisha slams the ground hard enough to bounce her glasses over her face, but not hard enough to make them fly off her head. She looks back to see what she's tripped over, only to see her feet bound in thick green vines. She watches in awe as the blurred vines seem to coil themselves tighter around her ankles.<br/>"What the hell?!" She shrieks and attempts to pull herself free of the vine's grip. Her attempts are futile, for the vines begin to pull her across the ground. It is then that she recognizes the blurry shape of the Sackvine from the text books she'd read in school. Trisha never though she'd ever get to see one, and now wishes she hadn't.<br/>"Help!" She screams as the strong vines pull her closer and closer. Frantically her arms flail to and fro, searching for something, anything, to grab onto. Luck shines upon her when her hand strikes something; defiantly wood, perhaps a sapling tree by the rough bark. Either way Trisha grabs onto the tree and wraps her arms tight against the improvised anchor as the tugging vines continue to pull at her legs.<br/>"Somebody Help Me!" She screams again, unsure how long the tree, or the strength in her arms, would last against the strength of the Sackvine....