<br/>Ellen let's out a yelp as spiders jump out onto her leg, slapping them away and almost stumbling into one of the walls. "Fuck!" she mutters, pulling her foot free and stepping back from the wall. She looks up and down the tunnel, running a hand through her hair. She's glad no one was around to see that - scared by spiders is not a character trait she wants publically known.<br/><br/>Regardless, she really does not want to keep heading into this webbing. She'd never say it out loud, but this IS impressive. And more than a little creepy. How does he feed this many spiders? Where did they come from? She almost hesitates too long, and she's barely able to pull her foot free when it is time to move - she struggles for a few seconds, yanking on the foot before it comes free. "That's hard work!" she says to herself... she can feel a thin sweat on her body.<br/><br/>At this point it's just easier to go forward than back - trying to pry up her other foot with her torso twisted around and her other foot facing the other direction doesn't sound very appealing. She looks back behind her, wanting to go back, one foot off the ground... in the end, it's more her refusal to back out so soon than the difficulty of turning around that makes her place her foot forward. Her second foot is even harder, and her chest is heaving by the time she pulls it free. She promises herself to keep moving - those drifting strands almost glued her to the floor. She moves forward again, but it's slow going - either the floor is getting stickier, or she is tiring. She hasn't gone far when she stops to rest again, panting softly.<br/><br/>And those spiders - she doesn't like them one bit. It's almost like they are watching her. She hates to admit it, but she'll be really relieved to be out of here.